AN: Well to all you Zutarians, all you Kataangers, and all you whatever else you wanna put Katara with. Are there any Katappas or Motaras out there? No? Just checking. Anyway, to you Katara and whoever shippers, this is a new person all his own. Here he is the newest guy to steal Katara's heart (maybe).

He fell to the ground in defeat in despair. He looked at the ground and got to his knees, using all of his strength to stay up. He panted and tried to catch his breath, his body worn and beat. Suddenly he looked up and in front of him stood a beautiful girl, her eyes locked with his. She had the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen, he felt like he couldn't breathe. The girl gave him a smile and held out a hand, she wanted to help him, he needed her help. He held out his hand to reach for her's, inches apart…

Nathan shot up in his bed in a cold sweat. He had the dream again, the blue eyed girl trying to help him; he always woke up as she reached for him. Nathan sighed and flicked his head, causing his straight black hair to fall right into his green eyes. He stood up and stretched, giving his clock a quick glance, 6:30. It was Saturday and the dream kept Nathan from sleeping in.

"Better her then my mom" Nathan sighed and threw on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt. He tied his old pair of black knock off converse and grabbed his duffle bag. Nathan ran out, the sun had started rising, so Nathan could see where he walked. His house was located at the edge of town, and nearby was a forest, this was his destination. Nathan kept running, never breaking pace, he had to get to his spot as soon as possible, Nathan ran for a good fifteen minutes, by the time he came to the clearing he was sweating and out of breathe. Nathan looked around and his breathe was lost, he smiled and ran a hand through his hair. He found this clearing a few days ago and he'd been dying to get back. The clearing was small, but the grass was fresh cut, a pond lay in the middle, and beautiful trees kept it hidden. Nathan sat down and unloaded his duffle, inside were his painting supplies, he set them all out carefully and began mixing paint. Nathan looked at the blank canvas and started painting. His brush danced across the canvas, his eyes filled with focus, Nathan was determined to paint her right. He managed her body, her blue attire; he got her mocha skin just right. He painted the braid down her back, the loopies that were at the side of her hair. Nathan looked at his work, he had painted her the best he ever had so far, all that was left was her face. He took careful strokes, painted her lips in the beautiful warm smile, her small nose; all that was left was the eyes. Nathan took a deep breathe, he mixed the blues, but for some reason he couldn't get it right, the blues just couldn't match her.

Nathan growled in frustration and took another deep breathe. He carefully mixed the blue paint, recalling the dream as best he could; finally he had the right shade of blue, and started painting her eyes. After what seemed like forever he finished her eyes and looked at his work. "It still isn't right!" Nathan said, mad at himself.

Her eyes, they're too dull, that's not how they look. Her eyes are supposed to be filled with something, something I can't quite get… Nathan thought to himself. He sighed and blew his bangs in frustration. He set the painting to dry and looked towards the pond. The pond really interested Nathan, because in it was two beautiful coy fish. One was black with a white spot, the other white with a black spot; they swam around each other in an endless circle. Nathan couldn't figure out who tended this wonderful and peaceful spot, he actually didn't care. This was the place Nathan felt at peace, if the person didn't bug him, Nathan was fine with that.

Nathan began painting the fish; they were easier to paint then the mystery girl. After careful strokes, countless detailing, and painstaking paint mixing he finished. Nathan smiled with pride at his work, the painting was beautiful, it perfectly captured the fish and the way the light shined in the pond. Nathan set it to dry and carefully packed up his supplies, finally putting the painting of the girl into his bag of paintings. He then sat and enjoyed the sun, it had risen higher in the sky, so his fish painting quickly dried, and Nathan put it away and checked his watch. It was 11:30, Nathan instantly filled with fear.

"Aw man! Shoot! Crap, crap crap crap!" Nathan yelled and mumbled, grabbing his bag and sprinting home. Nathan ran as fast as his legs could take him, he reached the door of his house in record time, carefully setting his duffle behind a loose board outside. Nathan walked into his house and braced for impact. Sitting at the kitchen table was a skeleton with skin stretched over it, mousy brown hair covered her head, and anger filled brown eyes glared at him above her hawk like nose.

"You're late." The woman said to Nathan.

"Yes I know, I just was-"Nathan began

"You were trying to get out of your chores, you lazy good for nothing kid!" She shrieked at him cutting him off.

"No really I wasn't…" Nathan pleaded weakly.

His mother reached him with lightning speed and before he knew it, her hand made contact with his cheek. The blow stung, but Nathan only flinched. "Now make me breakfast, or the next one will hurt." His mom said as she sat back down.

Nathan stayed silent and began cooking her oatmeal. He poured a glass of orange juice for her, and slopped the oatmeal in a bowl. He carried it over to her and set it down without a word.

"This looks like crap. I wanted good oatmeal" She glared at him accusingly "Go do your chores"

Nathan mumbled an apology and a yes ma'am.

"Speak up when you talk to me!" She shrieked at him, kicking his shin, because she was sitting.

Nathan winced in pain, nodding, and went off to clean the whole house. He started with the laundry, doing everyone's laundry. He cleaned the toilets, the floors, the showers, and everything else in the house. If his mother was in the same room, he suffered through her verbal and physical abuse, taking it quietly with a few yes ma'ams. Finally the house was finished and Nathan sat down in relief, but it was short lived, outside he heard the dreaded truck door slam.

"Please be a good day. Please be in a good mood" Nathan whispered pleadingly. A good mood meant a few bruises and a stomp to the room, a bad mood… Nathan didn't want to think about that. The front door opened with a loud bang and a voice boomed through the house.

"WHERE IS THAT GOOD FOR NOTHING UNGRATEFUL BRAT?"

Nathan's mother shrieked from upstairs "He's in the living room, lounging around while I've been hard at work!"

Nathan knew this was a lie, but he also knew arguing was pointless. A tall man over six feet tall with a crew cut, a wife beater, bulging muscles, and green anger filled eyes stomped into the room. He had a shattered beer bottle in his hand, and Nathan knew he had one drink too many.

"Get your lazy butt over here boy!" He growled at Nathan

Nathan gulped and was stuck in his seat with fear.

"Why you little!" He ran to Nathan, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pushing him into the wall. "I work hard to put a roof over your head, food in your belly, clothes on your back, and this is how you repay me? Today I was caught drinking on the job; I had to tell my boss I was trying to relax cuz my good for nothing son was being an ungrateful brat!"

Nathan could smell the alcohol on his breathe and his words were slurred. Nathan knew what came next and soon enough, the beating started. Punch after punch made contact with Nathan's face, knees to his gut, blows to every visible part of the body. Then his father stopped and reached up with the broken beer bottle. He sliced Nathan across the arm, down his cheek, and jabbed him in the stomach. He then tossed Nathan outside in a crumpled heap and spat on him. "That's for costing me my job, boy!"

The back door slammed shut and Nathan lie on the ground, unable to move. This was the worst beating he had ever gotten, he couldn't breathe, but he didn't cry. Nathan laid there for a long while, looking at the moon as he bled. He needed help, the kind of help he only knew one way to get. Nathan began crawling; he crawled to the front of the house and grabbed his duffle, moving painstakingly to the clearing. He was losing blood, but moved until he reached it, he pulled himself to the edge of the pond and looked around and saw what he needed. A sharp rock.

"Perfect" Nathan said weakly. He would die here, in peace, with his art, finally leaving this life. Nathan grabbed the rock and began slicing, up, down, horizontally, vertically, just wanting to end the pain.

"Please, I just need help…"

Yue looked unto the crumpled boy on the ground; he was slicing his own wrists, at the same place she died. She felt herself begin to cry, she couldn't stand to watch this boy hurt himself. If he continued he would surely die. She wondered how someone's life could be so horrible; they would want to end it. Yue knew he was special, she had to help him, and since he was at a spiritual place and the moon was full, it would be easier.

Yue appeared in front of the poor boy, he looked at her with surprise, a rock positioned in his hand for another slice.

"Please, don't do this." Yue pleaded.

"I must be dreaming" he murmured

"I am very real, and I want to know, is your life that awful? Awful enough to end your own life?" She asked with concern.

"Yes" he stated simply.

"Isn't there anything you have to live for? Anyone?" Yue asked, she wanted him alive.

He thought about it for a long while and finally spoke. "At night, I dream of this beautiful girl, with blue eyes. She tries to help me, but can't reach me, I'd miss those dreams. "

Yue smiled, "I think I can offer some assistance."

The boy began to question her, but he had passed out, and Yue watched the fish. "Well, let us help this poor tortured soul" She said sweetly and the fish began to glow a bright blue and they continued to swim. Yue left and returned to her post as the moon, she watched as a flash of blue light appeared and Nathan was gone.

"Good bye Nathan, I hope you find help. I will always look out for you, and so will your new friends."

Katara sat up, watching the moon in the night sky, her friends had all fallen asleep and she smiled as she watched them. Sokka was curled in his sleeping bag, snoring loudly, Toph was in her earth tent, and Aang slept on Appa's head with Momo curled on his chest. Katara was having problems sleeping, what bugged her was she wanted to sleep, she looked forward to the dream she had started having each night. Katara sighed, she could remember the dream vividly.

She walked along an empty road until she came to a boy on his knees, barely staying up. When he looked up at her, his eyes always caught her by surprise. His eyes were the most brilliant green she had ever seen. They were like emeralds in a jungle with the sun shining; there was no comparison to the greenness. But the other details of his eyes were the pain and hurt she saw in them. His eyes were filled with a pure miserable pain, sorrow, and suffering. In the dream she would reach out to help him, and right as she did, it would end and she'd wake up. Katara wanted to help this boy, so bad.

"Please, if you exist, let me help you." Katara looked at the moon, her eyes filled with hope of helping this poor boy. Just then a brilliant flash of blue light struck past their camp and behind some rocks. Katara decided to go investigate, it was a strange occurrence. She hesitated and considered waking the others up, but decided not to.

Katara went to where she saw the blue light hit and made out a body.

"Hey, are you okay?" Katara yelled as she approached the person. No response. Katara walked closer and saw the body wasn't moving, she dashed to the side and kneeled next to it. She flipped the body on its back and saw it was a guy. With closer examination Katara saw he was hurt badly.

"Hello. If you're in there, wake up. Please, wake up." Katara gently shook the boy, worry in her voice. His eyelids fluttered open and Katara gasped, in the moonlight, she saw his eyes. HIS eyes, the green eyes, it was the boy. He looked at her and his eyes grew wide for a second. "I am going to help you" Katara said reassuringly.

The boy nodded and passed out, while Katara dragged him to a nearby stream. She began healing him, he had many cuts and wounds, and she noticed a rock in his hand. She couldn't help but wonder if the wounds were self-inflicted, Katara shook the thoughts and worked on healing him. The boy was wearing the strangest attire she had ever seen, he couldn't be from around here, he also had a strange bag, but she left it alone. Katara finished healing him and dragged him to shore, water bending the excess water from him. She dashed back to camp, grabbed a blanket and ran back, putting it on the boy.

"Who are you?" Katara asked as she stroked his head. He was still asleep, but Katara was determined to stay up with him, and she did just that.

Yes, I understand, rocky first chapter, reviews would be helpful, unless you hate the story, then stop reading, easy as that. I appreciate criticism and it is greatly appreciated. So thanks and may your day be filled with ducks. Or nights...