The dew settled on the morning grass, and Zuko quietly left his tent

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The dew settled on the morning grass, and Zuko quietly left his tent. He sucked in the cold air, shivering slightly at the still rising sun. After starting a fire, he heard the rustling of a tent behind him. He swiftly turned to see Katara stretching as she left her tent.

"What?" Katara snapped seeing Zuko's curious eyes, and shoved him aside to sit by the fire.

"Nothing, I was just… thinking of my betrayal to the Fire Nation." Zuko quickly confessed, then moved back to his now heavily burning fire. "Yeah, see this scar?" His anger heightened, "My father tried to kill me!"

Katara wailed, "Oh great! Now Zuko is all sad! I feel so bad for you! My mother is dead. She's dead!"

Aang stomped out of his tent, his eyes reddened by lack of sleep. "Thanks for waking me up you two! Now I'll fall asleep fighting the Fire Lord! Thanks a lot!" He huffed off, cursing words like 'responsibility' and 'purpose.'

Suki slowly peeked out of her tent, then whispered to Sokka, "Does this happen every Wednesday?"

25 I will not tell Zuko that every Wednesday is Angst Day, and he has to angst as much as possible.

Written by DF