A/N: And so our story begins. Come on, you know you want to press the drama button. Dun dun duuuun.
Note to self; writing things when you haven't slept in, like, two days? Not really conductive to decent literature. That said, without further adieu... oh, bother, forget it.
He had flown to them when he was able; fast as he could, he wanted to see if they were alright, and to take care of the second biggest threat in the Fire Nation.
It had been disturbing to find her the way she was (oh how the mighty have fallen), and it seemed cruel to take the one thing she really had left but he needed to. Zuko protested, perhaps thinking the way he himself did without the 'needed to' part, perhaps being protective of his little sister. It somehow struck wrong that he would be protective of someone who played a significant part in messing up his head like a whisk messed up eggs.
He was tired, it was pointed out in one more effort, probably way too tired considering he'd only (already) done this once, and maybe this should wait (until I can think of a better way to convince you that thisiswrong). In retrospect, Aang really should have listened to that one, but he listened about as well as someone might listen to the suggestion they drink some more water out in this here desert when the person in question did not so much as feel thirsty. Incidentally, bad things like delirium and heat stroke usually followed when that lovely piece of advice went ignored.
Incidentally, naturally (Itoldyouso), something went horribly wrong (so much for your wisdom).
Aang stood alone when there should have been four people there.
"Oh," he said to himself.
