Okay, guys! So this is my version of the next season of Avatar the Last Airbender (which I do not own by the way…crying…). For the first five or so chapters I'll use the chapter names that I could find. Enjoy.

Shortly after the mask of the Blue Spirit's mask was dropped into Lake Loagai, four spirits appeared by it and lifted it out of the water. Their names were Love, Trust, Hate, and Doubt.

Love was took the shape of a beautiful woman with long, black hair that was tied up in several loops and buns so it was all on top of her head. She had very pale that was covered up with just a thin layer of makeup. She was wearing a long, red kimono that had designs of large red, pink, and black flowers. Her eyes were very dark and they were plastered on the blue mask that lay in front of her.

She bent down and looked over the mask and then brought her fingers to her lips and kissed them; she bent down, ever so slowly, and touched her reddened fingers to the lips of the mask. "May the one that learns to love you, love you, whether your path turns to darkness or light," she said in a low, calm voice.

The man opposite of her was Hate. He was a rather short man with a long, dark beard that was tied into a ponytail; his hair also came down, long past his mid back. He had a round nose with several indentations in it; his eyes were narrow and dark colored and they too, were looking down.

He brought his right hand up to his throat and ran it across his skin, motioning death. Then, like Love, he bent down, and he ran his finger across the bottom of the mask. "May all those who hate you, see past you when you try…to become what you're destined to be," he said slowly. Then he rose and continued looking down at the mask.

The next, was also a man called Trust. He took the presence of a young warrior. He had short, ruffled hair. He had two shoulder plates and a breast plate; he had chain mail across his belt that held a pair of duel swords and an axe. His face was young and strong, with his extravagate blue eyes staring down at the Blue Spirit.

He touched his index and his middle finger to his forehead and then bent and touched the Blue Spirit's mask in the same place. He rose saying, "May all those who trust you, trust you in a way that will affect you forever."

The last man was Doubt. He was tall, with glasses and long, greasy hair that hung in a ponytail, long past his shoulders. He had a pointed nose and thin lips. His clothing consisted of a hat that hung by his neck. He had a cream colored shirt with an old, dirty vest over it; he had kaki pants that had several pockets and were very baggy.

He sighed and brought both of his hands up to his ears and then bent down, touched his fingers to the sides of the mask, and said, in a hushed voice, "May you listen and become doubtful"—(Love glared at him)—"but may you see what's really in store for your future."

All four spirits then looked over the mask for a last time. Then Hate spoke, asking, "Do you think he's the one? I mean, the Avatar seems to have this 100 year war under control."

The lake rippled under there feet. The setting sun in the distance, sunk deeper in the sky, as nightfall took over.

"Avatar Roku is always right," sighed Doubt, "but I am doubtful. Why bewitch the human. Shouldn't he determine his own destiny?"

Trust spoke next. "Avatar Roku says that since the fall of Ba Sing Se the Blue Spirit has had his doubts about his choice. Who knows, this might just give the kid a power boost on which side to choose. Or maybe it'll finally open his eyes. Maybe it'll complete his Metamorphosis. My only question is, why choose him in the first place? Doesn't the young Avatar already know who he is?"

"The firebending Avatar said that after the newest Avatar's battle," Love said, "he has lost some of his memory. Though the previous Avatars don't know all of the memories lost, they do know he as lost all memory of the Blue Spirit and many of Toph Bei Fong." She paused. "And also the Blue Spirit is an escape for that young man. He can show his true colors then: mercy."

It was true. The color of mercy was blue. It was a sign of strength but also an escape, a way to cope with people's problems. The color mercy represented depended on the kind of person that it struck. And for the Blue Spirit, specifically, it meant mercy, an escape.

All the men thought of this and nodded, agreeing with Love.

And then, as the first stars of night appeared in the sky, the spirit Trust opened the door into the Spirit World. All the men entered without another look.

Love was the only to look back before entering.

"And love," she whispered, "the young Prince of the Fire Nation needs the love of a romance. Not his family's love—which isn't to good—or the love of his uncle, but the love of a certain girl." Love smiled and levitated the mask onto the shore.

"Good luck," whispered Love, "for the sake of you and those that you will grow to love. Good luck, Zuko." And then she disappeared, into the Spirit World.

……

The cool evening breeze was soft as silk on Zuko's skin as he walked. Outside of Ba Sing Se, he walked taking one shaky step at a time.

Five days before, Azula had taken over Ba Sing Se, therefore the Fire Nation had, and that meant Zuko had also. He hoped anyway. Even though he had chosen his father and his sister, the people he always wanted to love him, he still had regrets about doing so.

His uncle was probably starving in a jail cell somewhere in the city without food or any tea. It would not of had bothered him as much if the old man hadn't looked away from him in disappointment in those catacombs. His uncle was never disappointed with him! He was always proud! No matter what Zuko chose to do. So when he looked away, Zuko immediately thought, did I make the right choice?

And that waterbending girl, she was actually going to heal his scar! It was his mark that he had failed as a prince, a traitor to the Fire Nation, and she was just going to heal it…without an apology, without a thank you. She was about to save him. But then, his uncle and the Avatar had to come, and well, he didn't see her (except when they were fighting) after that. And the way she had looked at him when they had fought. Her crystal-clear blue eyes, like daggers stabbing their way through him, were filled with anger and sadness.

I'd thought you had changed!

Had he changed? Sure, a week of being seriously ill, and then the results being unexpected to say the least. He had actually enjoyed life for awhile, until Azula came. Then, his past came back to haunt him, and he was forced to choose between the reality of his life and what he actually wanted.

Did he want to help the Avatar?

No….No way! He couldn't…if he did he wouldn't have any honor left. Not once ounce of loyalty left in his blood. He would a traitor. He would be in a jail cell with Iroh. But wasn't that better than not knowing if you can trust the people that you were supposed to be closest too? Wasn't that better to be with the people that would forgive and forget than people that never tried to love you at all?

Thoughts like these filled his head as he walked. Ever since the fall of Ba Sing Se, Zuko had been coming to Lake Loagai every night to watch the sunset. It was funny, for a while, Zuko thought that he was becoming like his uncle: always appreciating the living surroundings around him, and even craving for the night to come so he could go and visit this lake.

His feet crunched under the pebbles that were scattered all over the mountain he was walking on. He jumped down a small cliff and reached a small dirt path and he walked to the lake, his hands inside his Fire Nation clothing.

Yes, he had changed. His clothing was reds, and browns, and blacks again. It wasn't armor, just a pair of black pants and a common red shirt. He had done the best that he could with his hair; he had pulled it into a very short half-ponytail.

When the young prince reached the lake, he sat on the sandy beach, and, after taking off his shoes, put his bear feet into the water.

This lake, not two weeks ago, was he saving the bison of the Avatar. His stomach turned. Just one step closer to the side of good, he thought, that can't happen. He couldn't let that happen.

For the past five days, he had felt like a prince. The servants had said "yes sir" or "right away, sir." His sister had been so kind to him, along with Mai and Ty Lee. It was hard to believe that not so long ago they were chasing him. Were they still doing chasing him? Was this part of their trap? Or had they really changed? Had he changed?

It's time for you to choose. Choose the side of good.

The Crossroads of Destiny.

……

"Sugar Queen, stop worrying," Toph said yet again as Katara paced the camp. Aang hadn't woken up in a long time. The only sign that he was even still alive was the light rising and falling of his chest (and of course the soft heartbeat in Toph's case.)

"I know," Katara replied. "I just want to be sure. When he wakes up…I don't know what'll happen. What if it affected something like his bending skills? What if he can't do some of the things that he could before? What if he…if he…" she trailed off.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Twinkle Toes will be fine," Toph reassured for the third time that day.

The Avatar's campsite was quiet, except for Katara's worrying. The Earth King sat, his back up against a tree petting his beloved pet, Basco. Sokka sharpened his boomerang looking quite distraught. He was probably thinking about Suki.

He was thinking about Suki. His thoughts were totally wrapped around that girl. He knew he should go after her, but he knew she would be fine. She was Suki after all. She was totally capable of taking care of herself. But still…

Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai were wearing the Kyoshi Warrior's uniforms. Azula was wearing Suki's headband, the headband that she was the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. What did that mean? Was she even still alive? Of course she was still alive. Of course she was okay, somewhere, training hard. But Sokka couldn't help but wonder if she was really okay. She did after all, take on those three crazy ladies.

The Earth King sat thinking of the lie that he had lived. He had thought everything was fine in the world. So what if people hadn't seen the Avatar in a hundred years? He was doing his job, wasn't he?

No. He was missing. He was…was a child. A little kid who had run away from his problems and had gotten himself stuck, only to be discovered a hundred years later, by two other kids.

How stupid was it that the world depended on this twelve year old kid that had just been shot with lightning, not a week ago? How wrong was it that the adults didn't do anything? All they had done, all he had done, was sit around drinking his fancy wine, laughing, toasting to the good life, while these four children (children!) had been trying to save the world.

Toph wasn't really thinking of anything. She had picked up a stick and was drawing lines in the dirt (since she couldn't necessarily see her work.) The only thing that did cross her mind was Aang and the old general that Katara had said, let her and Aang escape, taking on Azula, Zuko, and the entire army of Dai Lee by himself.

And of course Twinkle Toes crossed her mind. He was lying there, not moving. He had been doing that for what seemed like forever. Toph didn't know what to think about him. If he woke up and something was wrong, what would they do? Summer was just around the corner. He had to learn firebending; they couldn't afford to lose any more time on waterbending or earthbending.

Katara was thinking the same thing as Toph.

They sat for a while in silence. Then, there was a rustling in the trees. All four people stood up, ready to protect Aang with their life, when a girl entered their campsite.

She was young, ten or so, with long, black hair that was tied up in a ponytail. She wore typical Earth Kingdom styled clothing and was carrying a basket filled with something green and yellow.

"What do you want?!" Katara said, just harsher than polite.

"I heard talking and thought someone was in trouble—oh my!" she said, her attention directed to Aang. "Is that—is that they Avatar? Is he hurt?"

"Who wants to know," Toph said, bending her knees slightly.

"I know the best doctor in all of the forest and Ba Sing Se," the girl replied proudly, "and if you guys are hurt then you could come with me to her house. She's really nice."

Silence.

"Katara," Sokka said slowly. "If this girl can help"—

"She might be Fire Nation!" Katara interrupted. "We…we can't trust her."

"But Katara," Toph said. "If she can help Aang, we gotta give her a chance. Besides if she does betray us, we can kick her butt. She wouldn't be that stupid, would she?" She glanced over to the girl.

"No," the girl said quickly, "I'm not Fire Nation. I help people. Please, let me help you."

Katara looked from the girl, to Sokka, to the Earth King, to Toph, and finally over to the resting body of Aang. This girl could help, and she knew it.

Then, "Okay, let's go."

……

Nightfall was always the worst time for Suki. It was when she had to face her problems, her fears. It was when she had to sleep next to the holes that she had to bury her dead friends in. The night terrified her more than anything, even more than those girls that attacked her and the other Kyoshi Warriors.

They had lost, obviously. After a long battle, Suki found herself looking into the dead eyes of one of the best Kyoshi Warriors that she had ever had and without her warriors outfit, just her underclothes.

After digging holes to bury them in, she had just sat there, trying to nurse the wounds that she had received when fighting.

Almost a week had past since the Fire Nation Princess and her comrades had attacked, when a young girl named Jun had found Suki. She had taken her to the hospital that she worked at and a woman named Fay had taken care of her.

Then a week later, Suki had been well enough to start training again. Fay had provided a set of duel swords (since Suki's fans had been taken by the three girls) and she had practiced for a long time everyday.

Soon it had been three and a have weeks since the attack by the Fire Princess. Suki had practiced hard, trying to let all her anger and regret out on the trunk that she had found just outside of the hospital.

She wasn't very good with duel swords, but since she didn't have her fans, it was better than nothing. She didn't know what to do. Sokka was out there somewhere; knowing him he was probably was in trouble, especially since those crazy ladies had defeated her and the other Kyoshi Warriors.

She was going to get revenge on those three women, no matter what, for the death of her fallen comrades, and whatever they did to Sokka, Aang, Katara, or Toph.

……

Nightfall was coming. Zuko knew he would have to get back soon to the castle in which he was living now. He looked out toward the last of the sunset and saw that there was something on the shore, being brushed by the waves.

Curious, he got up and walked over to it. Then when he picked it up both his eyes widened. It was the mask of the Blue Spirit. His mask.

He felt a tingle in his fingers and thought he saw red, blue, gray, and green flow from the mask and into his arms. He stood there a while and suddenly felt sick.

He sat to stop the nausea he was feeling.

And then a fire flickered in his eyes. Something came over him that he had never been so sure of. The Blue Spirit could be his escape. He could help his uncle, and the Avatar, and people, while being the Blue Spirit and he could also be the prince that he always wanted.

He threw the mask, incapable of the thoughts racing through his mind anymore. His head cleared and he allowed himself to calm down before looking at the mask again. It was the same mask but something was very strange about it.

Everything he had just thought, he could make happen. The fire that he felt click when he had picked up, came back all in a rush. He grinned, suddenly, smirking at the mask.

The fire. The Blue Spirit was back. The awaking of the Blue Spirit. The re-awaking of the Crossroads of Destiny. His path twisted now, just by this blue mask

And four spirits watched overhead, the slightest smile tugging at the corners of their mouths.

So…

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