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"If you'd just realize what I just realized then we'd be perfect for each other and we'll never find another. Just realize what I just realized, we'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each now." - Realize by Colbie Caillat-

It seemed as if a dark cloud had settled not only over Zuko or the castle, but the whole fire nation. No one knew what happened to cause the King to become so sad and closed off. Depression moved through the streets like an incurable plague. If you listened hard enough, there were whispers of speculation among the commoners. The guards who turned Katara away knew the reason, but didn't wish to replay that moment in their heads. They were affected the most by the sadness, after Zuko.

Zuko just sat locked in his dark room all day. The only people allowed in were the maids that brought his food. He let them in, that doesn't mean he touched the food. All he did was sit and stare at something no one else could see. He didn't sleep or eat. All the staff in the castle was very worried about King Zuko.

They would all take their own lives if it would make him feel better. They knew they couldn't do that though. They had to stay to support him. He had just started talking to them when they brought him the food. They all knew that something very bad had happened to King Zuko.

Every night before bed they would all gather in the kitchen and talk about what they could do to cheer him up. They knew they didn't have to bother being quiet because King Zuko is far away, hopefully in a happier place.

Tonight was a particularly stormy night. Every other moment was filled with bright flashes of lightning or deafening booms of thunder. The rain was coming down so hard that everyone had to yell to be heard over the rain. Sitting close together in the yellow light of the candle, they started the King Zuko Help meeting.

"What can we do for King Zuko?" The maid that brought him lunch called out.

"We could hold a grand ball." The jester suggested.

"No." The Royal Advisor responded. "That would make him even more withdrawn."

Then everyone was fighting to be heard. The crowd just became a dull roar of voices. No one person could be heard over the others. Unintentionally, in their anger they caused a mob, collapsing their nice, orderly circle.

The door clanged open with a loud "SMACK" as it hit the wall behind it. Everyone looked up in silent wonder to see who came in. In the door stood a drenched, shivering girl with a slender frame. In each hand she carried a suitcase.

"Who are you?" The Royal Advisor dared to asked.

"I'm the answer to your problems." The young girl responded.

She wasn't too young, just young in relation to the Royal Advisor who was about to celebrate his 85th birthday. The girl in question appeared to be about King Zuko's age. She had deep ocean blue eyes, thick wavy brown hair that stopped about mid-back, and tan skin. The girl stood unwavering and bold in front of them even though it looked like she hadn't slept in weeks.

"Please," She pleaded. Everyone could hear desperation and something else they couldn't place. It was like longing but more intense on a negative scale. Desperation. "You have to let me help."

"What can you do?" All the staff asked at once, but not in unison.

Katara chewed on her lip as she decided how to answer. "I need to talk to Zuko. That's your only hope. I'm not willing to tell you know, but maybe at a later date."

Everyone looked at someone else. They all had the same questions in their eyes. What can she possibly do? Who is she to King Zuko? Can we trust her? Katara closed the door and just stood there as her fate, along with this nation's, was decided.

Finally the Royal Advisor stepped forward. "Fine. You're the only person that has a solution at the moment. We do accept you to tell us your story, if not now then later."

"Thank you." Katara uttered. She only hoped she could help these people and everyone else in the nation.

"What is your name child?" An elderly mistress asked.

"My name is Katara." Katara answered with a voice that would just be loud enough for everyone to hear her.

"Godfrey, show Katara to her room." The Royal Advisor ordered the middle aged butler.

Godfrey only nodded in response and began walking. Katara weaved gingerly through the crowd. Then before her eyes, they parted for her. Each person she passed smiled at her. She smiled back at each person in the room. After a few steps she could hear the people behind her whispering.

Once she was out of the kitchen, she followed Godfrey up the stairs and into a dark room. He kindly lit a candle for her. He made sure she would be okay in the room.

"Breakfast is at 7." He informed her before he silently left the room.

Katara quickly changed into her pajamas and layed down even though she knew she wouldn't get any sleep. She only hoped she was up to the task ahead of her. When the guards had turned away she had run away from the castle, but not the fire nation. She had seen the depression spread among the commoners and decided to help. She alone had the power to make everything better for everyone.

"Katara, you need to get some sleep. You have to help everyone." She stared up at the ceiling wondering how she'll ever get to sleep.

Depression had kept her from sleeping since the guards didn't allow her in weeks ago. She turned so she was on the opposite side.

Then she was asleep before she knew it.

I couldn't fit everything into this one chapter, so there will be more! How many more, I can't tell. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please review!