(A/N: So, my new story will be about ATLA! Now, I must warn ALL the Kataang fans, this is a ZUTARA fanfic, don't flame me! I'm one of those strange people who loves both Kataang and Zutara so I might write a Kataang story later. This story just got stuck into my head and the only way to write it was to use Zutara. And yeah yeah, we all know that it eventually became Kataang and that they have a son named Tenzin and that Korra is going to be the new Avatar and all but this is called fanfiction for a reason, so enjoy this prologue. If people like it, I'll continue it, if they don't, I probably still will, just because I want to write it down xD)

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Avatar: The Last Airbender, or any of these characters, this is just fanmade! (Mike and Bryan for the win!)

The three of you: prologue

The Fire lord walked through the palace, looking at his own feet. It wasn't often that he had these feelings, they were long gone, he thought. After Mai left a few years ago, since she couldn't cope with his life and all the time he spent working on the new world, he had never felt love again. How could he? His mother was gone, his father and sister were in jail, his family had marked him, literally. He felt all alone in the world, although he was surrounded by many servants. His uncle Iroh had decided to live in the Earth Kingdom and continue his tea business, which left the young fire lord all alone. Years had passed since he last heard something of his friends but rumors said that Sokka and Suki had a child now, Kyra. Toph had convinced her parents that she could take care of herself and they soon became a real family again while Katara and Aang were still together. But of course, even in times of peace there were still people who wanted war and so Aang, the avatar, had to travel the world sometimes.

It was right then, at that moment that the Fire lord's world would turn around.

"Miss, you can't go there!" he heard a guard yell behind him. The next sound he heard was a wave of water, crashing against the wall and when he turned around he saw a young woman, running towards him with tears in her eyes. The bag with water she always carried around was now empty and the guard was lying on the ground but Zuko put his hand in the air, to tell him everything was ok.

"Zuko!" the girl screamed and cried at the same time when she fell into his arms for a hug.

"Katara, what's wrong?"

He didn't know what had gotten into her, she was a strong woman, he knew that. The only time he had ever seen her cry was when she told him about her mother and a feeling of horror crept upon him. Had someone died again? And most importantly, where was Aang? His questions were soon answered when the brown haired woman in his arms spoke again.

"Aang's dead, the avatar is dead," she whispered.