A/N ( Kinda revised, but truly a rough version of Chapter 1, part 2. I just couldn't wait to show it to you guys, so please if you notice any errors or have any suggestions, do let me know!:) )

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I was a drifting current as the ocean consumed me.

I heard voices and sounds, almost familiar to me, yet so far away I could barely fathom their meanings.

They reached out to me, screaming and begging to be pulled along.

The sounds and smells of soft blossoms clashed with the almost present scent of frosty air, tingling with the odor of spring showers and fresh violets.

The scents and the unidentifiable voices built up, clashing and mixing in a churning chaos, reaching, reaching out, until they could no longer sustain themselves.

The sound broke and I was lulled by the crashing waves, the fresh salty air, the coolness of touch, and the silence of the night.

As more faded images floated through my half-aware consciousness one stood out, brighter than the others.

It glowed, a luminescent beauty by all rights, almost knocking me back into the conflicting senses of unconsciousness.

Something in me strained to understand the vision, the image, and the memory?

I heard a soft childlike voice, one I could almost make out.

It was surrounded by strangely familiar colors; hues of greens and browns that so peacefully blended with exotic oranges and yellows, all balanced by a cool winter's white.

I reached closer if my mind could grasp, that is how I would depict it, a lunging motion, a clear grasp towards a blurry entity that was brighter, more dear, and familiar than the rest.

I barely slid through it, but I came away with the feeling of a cool breeze tickling my consciousness.

I reached for the uplifting breeze again, the one that called like home, but a gentle stream moved towards me in the same instant, its coolness carrying me away and washing my memories into oblivion.

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Something resonated with my chakra, a coolness, not experienced per say, but with kind and helpful intention, powerful enough to make up for the lack of practice.

I knew this art of a cool healing touch, it was one of the few in my arsenal that was not criticized by the more conservative of the tribe.

The stillness of the once churning night met my resting face as I returned from a spiritually draining journey.

My eyelids were glaciers I could not lift, my ears were startled by the ominous silence, and my body felt as if it had just single-handedly defeated an entire fire nation fleet.

The pooling exhaustion gave way for an instance at the murmur of voices, of familiar names.

"Ka-Katara?"
"Shhhh-I am trying to concentrate, she is coming around...one second Sokka"
"Concen- she will wake soon?"
"...yes..."

...Those names, the slight, almost present banter that was ready to release itself at any instance, the banter which perhaps was silenced by the severity of all that had occurred.

I was aching all over and my mind spun, barely soothed by Katara's warm hands, yet I recognized that voice, those names.

All the magic in the world could not take those names from my precious memories and devastating nightmares.

My thoughts were cut short as I became aware of the softly present light; the moon.

It shown on me, slowly melting the ice caps away and freeing my vision from the glaciers icy and unforgiving clutch.

My eyes drifted open to catch a pair of sapphire blue.

(Internal flashback)
We had been away when they had arrived; father had some business in the northern Earth Kingdom and we had been making our way back home, barely ahead of the Fire nation, when the avatar and his friends reached the northern tribe.

We did not make it back until a week later or so, by then Yue was already smitten and Sokka had fallen in more canals than I could count.

Katara had already managed to prove herself to the caring, but stubborn old man, I myself had called master.

She and the Avatar: Aang, trained together or had been for 2 days.

When we had been given news of their arrival, when I had seen them, I was a fish out of water, unsure and hesitant; should I approach them?

My family?

Did they recognize or remember us?

I wondered around aimlessly as my thoughts consumed me, drifting like a log in a great hurricane, tossing back-and-forth whichever way, that is, until my steady feet took a tumble in the snowy sidewalk cracks.

That was the moment I became aware of my immediate need for advice and guidance, (and to avoid unnecessary injury, I was not going back to clumsy 10 year old me) so naturally, I visited my neighborhood friendly mentor.

But even after many an afternoon's conversations with Grandma Autumn, I was still at a loss.

Though we had always connected, her usually soothing words and perfectly directed advice did not work its usual magic, it seemed that when the topic of the Avatar was ever breached, her 100-year-old memory got spotty.

(END OF INTERNAL FLASHBACK)
But now, hazy and dripping with exhaustion, I slowly glanced up at a familiar face, one that shared many features of mine.

After all, Katara had her mother's look about her and I had the looks of mine.

(INNER MUSINGS)
Twin sisters; Kya and Oda, the spitting images of each other, had had daughters within months of one another, daughters that resembled them just so.

But while Katara had inherited my aunt's striking sapphire blue eyes, I had been gifted with my father's standard Earth kingdom hazel green.

Seeing her after all this time, even in my muddled state (up close), was just as electrifying if not more, than I dreamed.

It had been what 7 years?

Maybe 8?

I tried my best to focus, to take in every detail like this was the last time I'd be able to capture my cousins loving face.

Then I slowly turned to Sokka (to do the same) and found my dizziness spiking.

Concentration, coherent thought, sense of time; it all flew off the bison.

How long had I reminisced in my internal monolog?... I have no clue.
How long since I had stirred?...Please, as if I knew
Sentences? Grammar? Trains of thought? Love? Notes? Pets? Future? Spirits? Family? Books? Kindness? Fortune? Warriors? Life? Fire?
Rainbows? Aangie? Balloons? Water? Pie? Food? Air? Lions? Animals? Sheets? Pencils? Necklaces? Hair? Snowballs? Sokka? Boom? Zuzu? Moon? Jam? Explosion? Mask? Blue? Iceberg? Monkeys? Statues? Boomerang? Dresses? War? Earth? Lost? Fear? Freedom? Eyes?

I was almost, slightly sure I was on a very near track to insanity...

My eyes seemed to gain weight and I felt the sun's warning beat as it began to rise, too late now for the decimated firebenders.

The sea of voices returned as I felt myself shake.

"Hey," Katara's voice shook me and my glazed eyes eventually rose to meet her sparkling ones (yet again).

"Can you focus on me?"

I attempted to nod, though I was not sure I could keep that promise, but my attempt was more than pathetic; the only accomplishment that came was my brains getting squashed and jumbled.

However, she kindly responded," I will take that as a 'yes', I am Katara, are you alright?"

"Of course she is not alright, did you hear how hard she hit the grass, it shook the whole place-," Sokka cut in, only for the fighting I so fondly (sarcasm) remembered to flood back.
"I know that I was just-"
"What is-"
"Will you just let me-"
"Once you-"
"Anyway she did not shake the ground that was-"
...

And so on it continued, causing an even grander headache than I had before...

And on…

And on...

My ears rang…

Finally, the voices built up until it was too much to handle, I cut in at Katara's last statement (or well, an attempt at one).

"Aang..."

Though it could not have been more than a mumble, their fighting ceased instantly, eyes intently focused on me, a silent "we-will-finish-this-later" passed between them.

Sokka spoke, "Huh?"

My voice was a far cry from its usual melody, a gravely squeak at most, hardly a legitimate voice.

It was about as pleasant as metal scraping against your teeth or drowning.

Yet I still managed something that could be understood.

"Aang ...the... Avatar... he shook the ground? It was not me, but he has that water Godzilla..."

The Ocean Spirit…

Is that why?

They looked on, then focused on me, "let us get you inside," their eyes said.

Whether or not it was them who carried my feather of a body inside is a mystery to me, the force and strain of speaking in coherent thoughts took its toll and as they stood my soul washed away from the husk of my body yet again.

As I drifted I swear I saw a girl with pale blue hair, swirling around her on snowy yet bright grass, with a deathly gray complexion, and with a violet dress and midnight snow boots; laying, breathless, on the ground.

It was most likely another unconscious blur, all I am sure of is that when I woke in the bustling war tents, surrounded by men and women more wounded and nearer death than I, Katara and Sokka were nowhere in sight.