I slowly blinked my eyes open to a bright blue sky. The soft, comforting clouds almost made me go back to sleep. But I didn't. I guess you could say that I'm one of those people who can't go back to sleep once they wake up. Well, I am one of those people.

I rubbed the tips of my fingers on the surface beneath me. Rocks. I was sleeping on rocks. I sat up and turned my head. I was in a canyon. How did I end up in a canyon? My best friend was laying a few feet away from me, still asleep. Then it clicked; I don't know her name. I know her, I definitely know her. Just not her name.

I tried to remember what happened before I ended up here. I was in my house, along with my friend-whatever her name is-and my family, and we were talking. A man came in, and my mother went to go talk to him, and then he looked at me, and then-blank. Everything after that is blank.

I started freaking out. How come I can't remember anything? Where the hell am I?

I told myself that I knew some things. I told myself to calm down. I started racking up a list of things in my head that I know; I live in the southern Water Tribe. I have three brothers, one sister, and a mom and dad-none of whom I know the names of. I am 17 years old. My favorite color is green. I am a water-bender.

I calmed down. Looks like I'm not completely hopeless after all.

The slightly uneven breathing patterns of my friend told me that she had waken up. She barely opened her eyes, then immediately covered them with her hands.

"Bah, sunshine," she moaned. "Sunshine is evil." I rolled my eyes but laughed none-the-less. She sat up and rubbed the side of her head. "Where are we?" she asked through her yawns.

"I don't know," I said. And then I asked it; "Do you know your name?" At first she looked at me like I had two heads. But then her face showed something else; fear.

"Oh my god. I don't know my name," she said, eyes wide. "I seriously don't know my name."

"Don't freak out," I said. "I don't either. But you can remember other things right? You have a brother, a mom, a dad, you're sixteen, your favorite color is midnight blue, you come from the Fire Nation, you're a fire-bender." She nodded absentmindedly.

People think it's weird because I'm friends with someone from the Fire Nation. It might be because we're opposite elements, but I'm pretty sure it's because the Fire Nation is, 'ya know, evil. But she's not a typical fire-bender. She's going against her own nation. She and her family. No one from the Fire Nation knows that though. Only me and my family. We understand.

Once she was back to her normal state, she asked "What do we do now?"

I answered with the only response I knew;

"I have no idea."