Chapter 1: Chasing dreams
The sun filtered though the canopies on the stands lining Main Street. The reds and golds that most in the fire nation wore, contrasted with the little bits of blue sky that could be seen. The crowded street and tall buildings around the market made it look like you could be suffocated at any moment. Shopkeepers shouted; housewives haggled for the best price on the freshest crops just brought in from the countryside; it was a normal day in the huge market district of the fire nation capital. Prince Zuko stood with a red cloak around him in the shade of a vendors stall. He was barely noticeable amidst all the hustle and bustle of the market. He just stood their thinking, leaning against the cool wall of a building. Life at the palace was different than he expected. He just needed to get out, go some where; just get out of that cold, unforgiving place. There were fires every where. But he felt no warmth; they just seemed to mock him, as if their warmth was just out of his reach. While he was pondering this, the reflection off a mirror that was hanging on a stall caught his eye. He saw a girl, who looked about 16 with flowing dark brown hair and golden skin, talking to a shopkeeper. She seemed oddly familiar too him. As she walked away down the crowded street, he found himself starting to follow her. He had to find out who she was. The girl noticed him following her and started to walk faster, trying to loose him by weaving in out to the crowded stands. But Zuko just kept following her desperately trying to catch up.
Katara was starting to get worried. A guy in a red cloak had been following her for a while. She had tried to loose him, but he wouldn't stop. The people around her became a blur as she started to walk faster and faster. They were getting to a more deserted part of town. In a quick burst of speed she ran into a dead end ally between two run down buildings and hid in a run down door way. Here no one would see her water bend if she needed too. Her pursuer ran a little past the door way to the end of the ally. There he sank down on to his knees. Katara peeked at him from her hiding spot. For some reason she felt herself moving towards him, till she was right behind him. Then he turned around and looked at her. That face, she recognized it anywhere. It was the troubled face of Prince Zuko.