-Is confused-

Two chapters in two days?

Blasphemy, I say.

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Zuko: Don't say it.

DAMN!

Chapter Two

Dawn and Zuko stood apart from each other. Each was clearly ignoring the other- Dawn with her arms crossed and Zuko scowling. Iroh tried to calm the two down, but it was useless.

"I still can't believe you let him get away," Zuko muttered. Dawn turned around, her eyes raging.

"If I remember correctly," she growled, taking steps toward him, "it was you who let him get away." Her left index finger landed on his chest. "I can't control what you do, Zuko!"

"You could have shot him with one of your arrows!" Dawn glared at him and waved her right forearm in front of his face.

"Does it honestly look like I can shoot anything? Don't even get started on physical strength; I don't work well with one arm." Dawn crossed her arms again and stalked off. The boat was rocking wildly. Some crewmembers had to hold on to the sides of the ship before they toppled over.

Dawn sat on her bed, glaring at the wall across from her. Her feet aimlessly swayed back and forth. She kicked off her shoes and lied on the bed, closing her eyes and trying to imagine happy things…

-Kana-

Kana watched as the girl paced back and forth, her bow and arrows in hand. The only thing that could be seen of the girl was her mouth, tightly pressed into a thin line, and the tip of her dark braid.

Suddenly, the Avatar came whizzing past on a penguin, knocking the two Fire Nation children to the ground. The two got up groggily. As the boy continued talking, the girl slowly pulled off her jacket and winced as she was met with the biting cold.

Kana gasped to herself as she saw the face of the girl. An almost exact replica of her granddaughter, Katara. There was only one other person in the world that could look that close to Katara without being Kya, and that person was thought to be dead ever since a Fire Nation raid about eight years ago.

Most people in the tribe shut out the horrible events of that horrible day, which took the life of her daughter. Others, the children, most likely couldn't remember because they were too young to comprehend. Only two losses were mourned that day:

The loss of Kya.

And the loss of her other granddaughter, Dawn.

Kya had died for sure, but no one had been sure about Dawn. She had gone missing. There was no corpse to confirm her death, and she wasn't a pronounced waterbender, so there was no reason for the raiders to take her. It was concluded that she somehow lost herself in the snowy wilderness, couldn't get back, and perished.

But here she was, standing before the tribe, glaring at all of them with hatred. Looking exactly like her sister, yet so different.

Kana is not sure what she would rather prefer:

Finding the skeletal remains of Dawn.

Knowing that she was safe.

Or:

Knowing that she was safe.

But only to find out that she was in the hands of the enemy, trained to hate her own family without even knowing it.