My first Avatar fic! I've been watching this show ever since I was really young, and I only recently became obsessed with it again after watching the Legend of Korra!

So basically I just wanted to do something simple because it's the first time, and I'm hoping for a bit of beginners luck with reviews (HINT HINT).

Hope you guys enjoy!

Aang had been gone only six months before the new Avatar was found. Katara knew that when she had been a young adult, a whole lifetime away, she would have become angry that Aang was replaced so quickly. Like he didn't matter. Like the world had forgotten everything he had done for it. Like it had forgotten that his whole had been dedicated to making the world a better place; that many a time he had put his work before his family, and in his last breaths, he had listed all his regrets to Katara— that he didn't spend enough time with his wife all his children because he was so busy tending to world. That he didn't have enough time. That he was summoned to the spirit world without Katara when he had sworn they would never go anywhere without each other.

But the thing that made Katara want to cry the most was that fact that the world was still corrupt, and crime would still occur whether or not Aang was in the mortal world righting wrong and fighting crime or not.

His life's legacy had been to rid the world of evil, as his airbender nature warranted, but sometimes the evil that still lingered was at the heart of the matter, far from the reaches of any Avatar, and Aang in his life time had been unwilling to accept that.

It was dark and cold and Katara's weary bones ached with the weight of her loss. Six months ago, she had fallen asleep every night with a strong arm wrapped about her shoulders, a warm body nestled close to hers. It was hard to imagine being warm ever again. She slept with two pairs of socks on, various shawls and cloaks and blankets and a roaring fire in her lonely bedroom that had once been a place of whispered words of love, and nightly exploits, and for the greatest healer in the world, a mere case of the chills should have been easy.

But Katara was old and wise and she suspected that it was not a physical thing to be mended by a physical healing. No, the process of healing her sickness could take months, years even.

She suspected that she might never get over it.

Her sickness was not simple grief, nor even loneliness. No, it was a pain that she could feel deep in her bones and her heart; in every fibre of her body.

For when Aang's spirit had departed the mortal realm for the last time, a part of herself had gone into the spirit world with him. She was missing the very fire that had kept her going for all these years.

She was tired. Cocooned head to toe in thick blankets, Katara began to shiver again. Thoughts of her deceased husband could only drive the demons away for so long.

The last thought that flitted across her mind before she surrendered to the oblivion sleep offered was she wondered what the new Avatar would be like.

Boy or girl?

Sweet tempered like Aang, calm and wise like Roku, fiery and strong willed like Kyoshi or go with the flow like Koru?

Only time would tell, and until then, all Katara could do was teach the young water bender all the traits Aang would have wanted the new Avatar to possess.

It was the least she could do.

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Thanks,

MashPotatoeSquishBanana :)