Summary: Katara has suffered brain damage from an accident that has stripped away her memories of the war. She is learning to cope with life by living at home in the South Pole with her father and Gran. Often times, she has these dreams. Having no idea what they mean, she assumes they are just a part of the world she dreamt about whilst in her coma. But what she doesn't realize is, is Fate has decided to take matters into her own hands to get things back to the way they are supposed to be. They're not just dreams; they're the future that is supposed to be.

As it is written, so shall it be.

Six months after Sozin's Comet. One week before the accident.

The night was alive with happiness: the familiar scent of salt water in the air, the light breeze made the trees sing in the distance, and the happy chatter of her loved ones surrounded her. Katara was sitting at one of the few tables that had been set up outside of the Celebration Temple on Kyoshi Island. Her brother had just gotten married, and the reception was already in full swing.

Toph wasted no time in spiking the punch bowls, and Sokka was already unstable on his feet. His wife, Suki, seemed very eager to get him alone-she was grabbing him in rather suggestible places. Katara remained seated, however, and basked in the refreshing feeling of everyone being together again. It had been a long time since the five of them - Toph, Sokka, Suki, Zuko, and herself - had been in the same place. Together. Like a family.

Family. The word struck her with too much pain. It had been six months since the war ended. Six months since the demise of Fire Lord Ozai and the Avatar. Aang, the boy Sokka and her had found in the iceberg. Aang, the boy whose destiny intertwined with hers. She left her home, everything she was used to, she had left it all behind to help him on his journey. Six months may have passed, but it still felt like just yesterday they discovered their bodies near the Earth Kingdom port. Katara felt a lump rising in her throat, and painfully swallowed it.

"Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?" The all-too familiar voice of the Fire Lord asked. His presence brought her back to reality and her eyes connected with amber ones. She feigned a smile as she watched him lower himself into the empty seat to her right. He looked handsome in his fancy black and gold robes.

"Maybe once or twice," she replied joking. "But it's okay, it doesn't hurt to say it more than once. Have I told you how handsome you look?" A sly smile crossed her lips as Zuko sized her up silently with his eyes.

"Maybe once or twice."

After Zuko's coronation two days after the war, Katara could not bring herself to leave the Fire Nation. Home would not feel like home, she explained. She had been traveling the world for nearly a year. Exploring every nation. Running away from, or taking down the people who stood in their way for peace. She could not simply return to the South Pole because she felt as if it had nothing left to offer her. Aang's death also had a big part in it, but she liked to keep that to herself.

But staying in the Fire Nation meant spending a lot of quality time with Fire Lord Zuko. Everyone was equally as torn about Aang's death as she was, and the two of them found comfort in each other. First, they talked about memories. The good and the bad. They shared their most deepest secrets. Katara admitted to being set on killing Azula if he had died after taking the lightening bolt that was meant for her. He admitted to jumping in front of it because he found her more worthy of living than himself. The last few days of the war had changed their relationship, and eventually, they took it to the next level. He admitted to loving her, and she could honestly say that she loved him, too.

Now, he looked at her with admiration as he stood up from his seat and offered out his hand.

"Would you care to dance, Milady?" He winked and she giggled, accepting. As they made their way out onto the dance floor, a drunken Sokka bumped into his sister's free side.

"I think someone's about to get lucky," he whispered loudly. "Can you believe it, Sis? I'm married!"

Katara rolled her eyes as Suki's cheeks turned bright red. Zuko stifled a laugh from beside her and she smiled up at her brother.

"That's great, Sokka. Really."

And with that, Suki continued to drag him away from the reception. Katara pushed the knowledge of what they were about to do from her mind and turned to face her boyfriend on the dance floor. The percussion was playing a low, smoothing song and Katara sighed contentedly as Zuko brought her close to him. His body heat warmed her as they swayed back and forth and he kissed the side of her head.

"I love you, Katara." His voice was low, but his warm breath sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up at the Fire Lord through her lashes and a sly smile crossed her lips as she lightly touched her lips to his.

"I love you, too, Zuko."

One month after accident.

She was not used to this life. Everyone bowed before speaking to her, everyone addressed her as some royal person, everyone seemed to admire her.

"Good afternoon, Lady Mother Katara." One man greeted as he bowed respectfully. She quirked an eyebrow.

"Mother?" She asked, feeling rather confused.

"Your stomach, Lady Katara," he explained. "I assume that you are with child, yes?"

She looked down at her stomach. It was round. Very round. She placed her hands on the top of her stomach and gasped.

She was pregnant.

"B-But how...?" She whispered. Her eyebrows connected as she looked up at the man.

"Sweetheart, there you are," his voiced wafted into the room. She turned, gasping, as she saw Zuko approach her in his royal robes. His hair was up in its usual topknot and crown, and he looked as regal as ever. "I was wondering where you disappeared to."

"Did you know I was pregnant?" She asked, her tone of the edge of hysteria. Zuko laughed, nodding.

"Yes, of course, dear," His one good brow furrowed slightly. "Of course you were aware as well...? I would hope."

She feigned a laugh. "Yes, of course. How does one forget they are with child?"

"Especially so far along." The royal adviser chimed in, amused.

Her eyes widened as she felt a kick against her stomach.

Gasping, her eyes fluttered open and she was immediately blinded by a bright light.

"Sweetness, are you awake?" A voice asked.

She was still blinded by the sudden brightness, but she could hear a rush of footsteps coming closer.

"She's awake!" Another voice exclaimed.

"I can't believe it..." A softer, feminine voice said.

Blinking, she allowed her eyes to adjust before looking at the shocked faces that surrounded her. She tried to sit up, but an older man pushed her back down.

"Don't try anything sudden, Katara." He ordered. She recognized him from somewhere. Closing her eyes, she focused on the blue and white beads in his hair.

"Dad?" Her voice was meek, but as she opened her eyes, his face was showing a sad smile.

"Yes, Katara, it's me. Your father." The man placed a hand softly on top of hers.

As she looked at the other faces, she gulped. Fear swelled up inside of her.

She had no idea who they were.

A/N: Confused? Things will all make sense eventually. Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated.

Also, just to be clear: Everyone's age was bumped up two years. So if she was sixteen when the war ended, she'll be eighteen at the start of this story.