Avatar; no. Ideas; yes.

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Aang

I've tried to stop counting the days. The weeks. The months. The years. It's been years. The War ended years ago. And try as I might, I still wake up ready for battle. Honestly, it isn't a good thing, but it happens. I'm not paranoid. Or, I've finally convinced myself of that. Katara was constantly telling me to stop thinking too hard about it. It got so bad that even Sokka told me to stop thinking too much. It's better now. But I still wake up the same. I still wake up feeling as if something is going to happen. And maybe it's my Avatar senses coming in, and maybe I'm paranoid still. No. I think. I'm not paranoid.

I walk from my balcony and down the steps. There isn't time for random thinking; I've got to get to the Fire Nation. Zuko says something was going on and it couldn't be told over paper. It was strange for him to send a letter, he's been a fine ruler for his nation and usually came up with better ideas any of us did. It didn't concern me, which was also strange, but intrigued me.

When I'm at the base of the stairs, I see Katara sitting on the couch along with Sokka and Suki. I said we'd all take Appa. Katara glances from the couch and up at me.

"That was a long time for getting your shoes on," she says, raising her eyebrow at me.

I scratch the back of my neck, "Heh, yeah. Sorry, I zone out for a bit. Don't worry though, I'm ready now." I smile as I approach her, holding out her hand to help her up.

"Such a gentleman," she grins and takes my hand, pulling herself up. Her head comes to my nose. Yep. I'm officially taller than her. I didn't actually hit my… "growth spurt" as Sokka called it, until I was fourteen. Two years after the war ended. Luckily, being eighteen now, I'm no longer awkward in height. Or body for that matter. Katara is constantly joking that my voice no longer squeaks when I talk. Instead, it's a smooth low rumble. Or, so it sounds from inside my head. Who know what it sounds like outside my own ears.

I keep her hand within mine and we walk out of my house and onto the grassy yard where Appa lays. I'm surprised the grass hasn't died yet from where he lays. He hardly moves nowadays.

"Aang," I hear Sokka say my name. I turn to him and he grins at me. "Listen, I've got this idea. It's when you've got three people, earth, water, and fire, on a team. Each team will have to face each other like a knock-out round and-"

"Sokka, we've gone over this…" I hear Katara sigh behind me. "Bending shouldn't be a game-" Sokka opens his mouth to try and say something but again, Katara cuts him off, "Or a sport."

"I'm telling you though!" he looks to me with a pleading expression I know too well. "You're always talking about how this city that you're planning to build will be a lot of expenses, even if you are the Avatar! This will get you all the money you'll need!" His eyes glow with excitement. I almost forget that he's twenty years old. Sometimes he still seems like a kid.

Suki sighs next to him, "How do you expect people to actually watch others knock each other-"

"Where'd we find Toph?" he asks, matter-of-factly.

She sighs and I let out a loose chuckle that rises to my throat. "I'll think about it, Sokka." I smile at him, letting him know that it wasn't such a bad idea. I admit, a lot of people watch that stuff. And it seemed like a good way for young benders to learn how to fight without expecting a war. Fighting in a friendly manner. Who knew that was possible.

I feel Katara lightly smack my arm with a playful scowl on her face. "Don't encourage him," she tries to keep a serious face but it falters and she just smiles and looks to Appa, who we are now right in front of.

Sokka laughs and helps Suki onto Appa, and though we all know she doesn't need it, she accepts it anyway. "Don't listen to her, Aang," Sokka says from Appas saddle.

I roll my eyes, "You know, it's not like she's my girlfriend or anything." I know the sarcasm in my voice is audible and I realize just how much Sokka was rubbing off on me. I swear, sarcasm should be known as a virus. It spreads so quickly.

He winks at me, "Exactly."

I let go of Katara's hand and hop onto Appa, grabing her hand once again and helping her atop the sky-bison. "M'lady," I say as she stands beside me, her hand still outstretched and gripping my own. She smiles and kisses my cheek, sitting beside me.

"Hey, no PDA!" Sokka calls from the back of the saddle where his arm is stretched around Suki's shoulders. I ignore him and swirl into the air, sitting on top of my over-sized friend's head.

"Yip-yip!" I say, hearing Appa's yowl of agreement and then we swoosh into the air.

I don't know what to expect when we get to the Fire Nation, and I don't think the meeting will end well. But wither way, tomorrow will come and we'll face another day. Let's just hope we won't face another day in battle. In war.

Thanks for reading. Yes. I'm writing in this perspective. I'll use different POVs for different scenarios. Like, Zuko's in some, Katara's, Sokka's, Toph's (sorry I didn't mention her in this chapter.) All of their perspectives maybe. Mostly Aang though, or I assume.

Sorry for the shortness and randomness of this chapter. I leave you no cliff-hanger or anything, so let me tell you what to expect.

Zuko has some news to tell them and it will have to do with, a.) another war, b.) a secret, and c.) a new generations of fighting. I'll alternate some things and keep others. Keep you're mind open!

Thanks for reading!

We Cracka-lackin.