Memory!!!
"Mommy! I'm home!" The little girl opened the door, a big smile on her face as she greeted her mother.
But a sight too horrible greeted her: The room was dark and a figure lay on the floor, another one standing over it, holding a gun.
"Mom?" The girl looked at the large man confusedly, running to the motionless figure of her mother.
"Hey, little girl, you should go." The man said gruffly, pointing the gun at her.
"MOMMY!!!" She screamed, hugging her mom's neck.
Another man came from nowhere and said, "She's making too much noise. Stop her."
The little girl was scared, but felt someone tug her quickly.
"This way!!!" The two small children ran outside, hiding in the bushes.
"You shouldn't mess with them. Those hit men could've killed you." The little boy panted.
"Who are you? What's going on? What's wrong with my mommy?" The little girl sobbed.
"Don't cry. Your mom is dead. But don't cry." The boy said.
"But why?" The five-year old whined, pulling on the seven-year old boy's collar.
"It's their job. But come on, your mom wouldn't have wanted you to be killed too. Don't be a cry-baby, be strong." The boy encouraged, squeezing her hand.
"O-Okay. Who are you?" She asked. "My name is Zuko. What's yours?" The boy asked.
"K-Katara." "Don't worry Katara, I'm here, so you don't have to worry. They won't hurt you as long as I'm around." Zuko smiled.
"Okay. Thanks Zuko." Katara sniffled, but smiled through her tears.
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