Hello and thank you for clicking to read my fan fiction. ^_^- It starts kind of difficult to understand but I promise ten or so chapters are already finished so it won't be long until it gets cleared up. This fiction takes place roughly 2 years after The Last Airbender ended. I'd also like to say, before we get started, that if you don't like cannon pairings, this might not be the story for you. I'm going to make this as "realistic" and "cannon" as possible because it's those things that made me think of the idea for this story. Thank you.

That being said, there will be spoilers if you haven't watched the series.

I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender or any branch there of. All properties from here forward belong to their respective owners.

It didn't seem fair. That was the only way to say it. The injustice in the world somehow spiraled around her like everything else seemed to. A swirling vortex of pain. It hadn't been so strong when the Avatar had been missing… she'd actually been able to leave this place for a small time. A very short time in comparison to her banishment here, but it was better than to never have lived outside at all. But as soon as he'd returned… his bright light once again banished her here.

…Stupid light. Stupid balance. Stupid Avatar…

She wanted to be happy too. Then she began thinking about the only joy she had in the depths of the dark emptiness she was locked in.

…the seeds she'd planted… to get herself out… and the sweet, searing knowledge… that they were finally starting to grow.

But all she could do now was watch from the spirit world while they took root.

Aang sighed as he saw the red dressed hawk come to the window. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy going to see his friend Zuko… it was that he wished it was usually under different circumstances than it was. Zuko had taken a running lunge at peace. The rest of the world was slowly starting to crawl to it, but there were still rough patches. Grudges. Negativity. Pride. Scars from this war that ran deeply and would take time to heal.

Aang had been trying to settle back into the nomadic life he'd once loved. But being summoned for these peace talks and treaty conferences every few weeks was weighing on him. That and there had been a new pressure put on him.

He opened the scroll to see if Zuko would press that subject again. His eyes glazed over the note that seemed a copy of countless others he'd received. There it was. Right where it should be. Final paragraph.

"I'd like you to please reconsider your refusal to use Spirit Bending again."

Aang sighed. He understood where Zuko was coming from. He knew that Zuko wanted to believe that it would change something to take away someone's source of negative energy. But Bending wasn't the problem. Taking it away… wouldn't fix Azula. Azula had to accept and deal with her own negativity. Taking away her bending would only make her bitter. Aang was sure of it.

Besides… since she'd arrived in Boiling Rock, she'd not caused any trouble at all. She seemed to have lapsed into a depression. She didn't talk. She didn't come out of her cell. She stayed there, staring up at the wall, almost in meditation. Zuko sent a warden just for Azula to watch after her. He hadn't wanted her to rot away in the cell; she was still his sister. It wasn't hatred that filled him now so much as pity.

Aang thought back to the sentencing two years ago. Two years, he wondered. It had been two years since all of that. It was crazy… So much had changed and yet nothing had changed. The world still turned. People were born. People died. Aang knew it would be this way. He returned to his nomadic roots to see to it that it did.

The date on the letter was in a week. Aang wasn't surprised to see that the meeting would take place away from the Fire Nation. Zuko felt that people were uncomfortable with returning to the fire nation after all that had happened, so there was a rotation to the meetings. Water, Earth, Fire, Air. This time it would be in the Southern Water Tribe. The last meeting had taken place at the Northern Air Temple.

Aang looked over at Appa and Momo. "Hey guys. Looks like we're going to see Katara." He smiled. It had been so long. He wondered how she was doing as The Water Master of the Southern Tribe.

That's the end of the opening chapter. I hope you're not too confused yet.

Just to mention, there will be OC type characters later, but they won't really interfere with the cannon-y goodness and I hope that you'll be pleasantly refreshed at how un-Mary Sue/Gary Stew they are.

Please review. Good or bad. I don't know unless you say.