Hello. Yeah. A story. I will try to put alot of action and stuff into it, so... Yeah. I might put a pairing or two in, if I get enough reviews. Anywho... Yeah.
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What an exciting night. Man, I've got to watch out for freaks like that.
Zuko was lying in his bed, sleep evading him. He was thinking of earlier that night, when Jet had attacked him and Uncle Iroh. He had called them fire benders, and was correct. How did he know though? How was he so sure we were what we were? These thoughts plagued him.
He laid thinking about it for a long time, but eventually his eyelids got heavy and he fell to sleep. Outside, the full moon shone brightly. It shone into the room through the western window. Judging by its position, it was about three o'clock in the morning.
A small cricket-roach scuttled across the floor. It began to chirp loudly. Zuko silently twitched in his sleep. The cricket chirped louder. Zuko slowly opened his eyes. The cricket chirped louder still.
Suddenly, Zuko jerked up and sent flame down on the cricket, setting it ablaze and instantly killing it. He quickly blew out the dead bug's remains and threw it out the window. Then Zuko put his head back down on the small pillow and hoped that sleep would return to him.
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A few hours before, Aang, Katara, Toph, and Sokka had gotten back to their temporary home. Because of their behavior earlier, at the party, guards were station outside the house to make sure none of them snuck out. They were now under house arrest.
"I can't believe this!" Sokka yelled when they got inside. "We can't go anywhere! We have to stay inside all day! I'm going to go crazy in this house!"
The rest of the group sighed. They were all stuck in this house for an unknown amount of time. They could be let out today, it could be tomorrow. But it didn't matter. The point was, they were never going to get the information to the king or find Appa at this rate.
"Let's just get some sleep," Katara sighed. "We'll think of some way to get out of this tomorrow."
So, they all found their own places to sleep. Aang lay awake for a few hours, thinking about all that had happened over the last few days. It seemed like months ago that he had first started on the Serpent's Path, when in fact it was only a few days ago. So many things had happened. There was the battle of taking out the drill. Then he remembered fighting Azula, and how desperate a battle it had been. And fighting that giant sea serpent was quite a battle. And he remembered the hope he had found when he saw the new born baby, and how it had affected him.
And that was only the half of it. He remembered when he had first laid his eyes on the wall, and how he was filled with happiness at how close he was to his goal. He had come so far in such a short amount of time.
He closed his eyes and let his mind drift. He thought of other important times he had come across since first finding Katara and Sokka and starting his quest. His first encounter with Zuko. Finding the air temple and its remains. Kyoshi island. Omashu, and his return to the city months later. The earth kingdom village where they had met the boy and Katara had lost here necklace. His trips into the spirit world. Those pirates from which they had gotten the water bending scroll. Meeting Jet, and finding out his true ambitions. The canyon. The great storm. Being captured by Admiral Zhao, and being rescued by Zuko, in a blue mask. The fortune teller and the volcano. Bato. Jeong Jeong. The northern Air Temple. All of the long time in the North Pole, and all the things both bad and good that had happened there.
Then there was the wicked general, the Cave of Two Lovers, the swamp that was shrouded in mystery, Avatar Day, first meeting Toph, the long chase into the night when he had gotten no sleep, trying to learn earth bending with Toph as a teacher, and the entire tragedy in the dessert.
So much had happened. So many enemies had they met and faced. But yet somehow or another, even when enemies grew more powerful every time they encountered them, they always won, or at least survived. This will pass, Aang thought. We have faced worst, and always come out alright. There is more to it than luck that we have survived this long. It must be destiny.
With that thought, Aang faded into sleep.