Hey guys! So many people asked me for a sequel, so I started thinking, and guess what!? Ideas started coming into my brain like a miracle! Apparently people actually liked the crap wrote up and published in the first story: A Game of Chance. (If you have not read a game of chance, read that before you read this.)

This one may take longer to publish, but I'll do my best! Here's the first chapter, you need to tell me what you think because I am still not sure if I want to write this or not. I need to know if I've completely lost it and shouldn't try to add something new on it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar; stop calling me a liar!


Chapter One: Be Careful What You Wish For

Katara's POV: It's been two years since the end of the war, and this is the first full month in those two years since I've worn my Water Tribe clothes. Aang and I had been undercover in the Fire Nation squashing rebellions who are Ozai loyalists. We must have crushed about eight, very large, very aggravated rebellions. We just finished off the last one a month ago.

Now we're settled down at the Southern Air Temple. The Temple is much more lush and green since I came here three years ago with my brother and Aang. He's been taking care of it. I just miss the rest of my family. It's just another day at the Southern Air Temple.

Although, I have been keeping myself busy too. When I'm not practicing Waterbending or doing things around the temple, I've been keeping records of everything that has happened to me, from the day Sokka and I found Aang in the Iceberg, to the Final Battle against Ozai, to the six month Anniversary, to today. I've been doing the same thing every day, I've fallen into a rut.

Also, in a separate record, I wrote down the recipes of all the different rice dishes I made at the Western Air Temple. All sixty eight of them. I also rated them according to how much every one like them. I also added little notes, like if a certain nation would prefer a certain recipe over others. I had the Fire Flakes and Tabasco recipe in mind when I did that. I've always been complimented on my incredible memory. I wanted to keep a log of my travels, and all my rices, so if I ever did forget, it wouldn't be lost forever.

Two weeks ago, Aang took my huge list of recipes, and personally sent it to a publisher in the Earth Kingdom. When we made a trip to an Earth Kingdom town, I was shocked to find many copies of my book in a market store.

According to the merchant, he said "Those rice recipe books are selling like hotcakes… which is ironic cuz the hotcakes just aren't selling anymore!"

Besides my newfound fame of being a renowned author, not much has been going on. Sure I love Aang more than anyone else in the world, but I'm not the same without my friends. I miss my weirdo brother, and my best girl friend; Toph, and I miss the dynamic duo, Ty Lee and Teo, I even miss that hothead, Zuko and his Fire Lady, Mai.

What I would give to see them all again! I wish we could get back together, and almost have it be like old times… y'know, minus the war of course.

I'm a little upset though, I thought we would be travelling more. Y'know, helping towns, attending anniversaries, appearing at war memorials, supervising war hero tributes, I don't know… saving Beaver Cats from trees. Not just sitting here.

Maybe I've had my adventure of a life time. Maybe that's all I get for this life. But at least I could visit my friends more. I know Aang misses them almost as much as I do, but for some reason, visiting the family is never an idea mentioned, though we're both thinking about it.

Aang's footsteps down the long, echo-y corridor snapped me out of my thoughts. He stops running about five feet from me and a small gust of wind blows the hair out of my face. He has a scroll of paper in his hand and that grim look on his face that can only mean one thing.

Somebody in the family is in big trouble.

Aang understands that he doesn't have to explain. "Hurry, and pack everything you'll need; mine is packed." He says sadly. I nod, and in spite of myself, feel slightly elated for getting to see family again, despite the circumstances. That's when I wondered.

"Who's it from." I turn around and ask. Aang gives me a look as if he was hoping I wouldn't ask until later.

"It's from Toph." He sighs one more time and his shoulders sag. "There's something wrong with Sokka. She's rounded up the entire Gaang."

"Even Zuko and Mai?" He nods in response. If Zuko is coming, it must be huge. For the first time in forever, fear permeated into my thoughts. In the back of my mind, I remember Gran Gran telling me 'be careful what you wish for… you might just get it.' Well, I really screwed that one up.

I ran to go pack.


Sorry it's so short! Like I said, experimental first chapter here!

This is the one time I really need you to review, cuz I'm still on the fence here about whether I'm continuing this, or deleting it.

Sooooo... review, kay?