I went to my youth group yesterday and it was so passionate, so enduring. I don't know if enduring is the right word to describe a youth group, but it was hard work to try not to cry. The Passion of Christ- the nails, the thorns, the whippings, the blood; dried and new. I told myself to look. I have to remember what Christ went through. It's the only memory that will keep me living purely and wholly. It pretty much set me straight about Christ. As you can see, the world is pretty darn corrupt. The mayor of Detroit stole money from the city, small girls are looking up to people who have fire shooting from their boobs, prostitution, murders, rape, depression, bullying, natural disasters. Nobody wants to hear that. Nobody wants to hear out the depressing things happening in the world. But if we don't, who's going to change the world? That's the basis of this chapter. Giving up yourself for someone you love.

John 3:16 For GOD so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whoever shall believe in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.

By the way, Capital, italic, bolded, and underlined letters mean… the section is done- different point of view. I seriously can't get the lines that change and whatnot. I have no idea how to, so if you have an idea on how to do it… email me!

And thanks so much to those to support the story… It makes my day just to read your reviews. It makes me feel kind of… special. :)

Chapter 2: The beginning of the journey

Dear Zuko,

Hey Cinders. Don't get mad, but… I'm leaving. You and Icy are way too loud to my liking. I can't do this. So I'm going to leave the palace. I'm going to try to find Aang one more time. If I can't find him, I'll come back. But when and if I do, I expect you guys to be a little quieter, got it? By the way, I had one of your palace servants write it. If you hear muffled noises, he's in your bathroom with metal cuffs inside of your humungous bathtub. Yeah, I kind of blackmailed him.

Peace, Cinders.

Sincerely,

TOPH

P.S. Oh, I took Appa too.

The couple read the note with mouths hanging wide open. Was she crazy? What in the world was she doing? At least she could have told them. Zuko rubbed the back of his head slowly. Katara was blushing furiously.

"Were we too loud?" Asked Zuko, turning to Katara.

" I'm not exactly sure, Zuko."

"Well, you do moan pretty loud."

"Hey! You said it was heaven hearing my name!" Katara stated redundantly.

Zuko laughed. "Yeah. I did, didn't I?"

Then, a muffled noise reached their ears.

Katara grabbed for the note and read it once more.

"There's a guy in your bathtub, Zuko."

"What?"

"Toph put metal handcuffs on one of your palace servants."

"Oh…"

"So we should get him out."

"Right."

BREAK

She sighed. She really had not thought this through. What the hell was she doing? For Yue's sake, she was blind! Not only that, she was on a flying beast! She couldn't steer, couldn't see- she was most vulnerable in the air. She laid on her back on top on Appa's saddle with a thoughtful, but dreary look on her face. No matter how much she hated these things, there was a sense of community on top of Appa's saddle. She missed her group of friends when they were saving the world. She missed Meathead's sarcastic comments and his love for eating meat. She missed Fan girl's laugh and her sense of independence. Of course, she would have said the same thing about Icy/Sugar Queen and Cinders, but she had lived with them for six years, so there wasn't really anything she missed about them yet. And then, there was Aang. She would have originally called him Twinkletoes, but it didn't feel right anymore. She hadn't seen him in six long years. She missed his laugh, his playfulness. She missed his baldhead and beating him up. She would have never told anybody this, for she was actually quite insecure. But nevertheless, she actually missed him. She started thinking hard of where he would be. Her, Sugar Queen, and Princess had searched city after city to no avail. She didn't think he would be in a city though- she knew he would be somewhere secluded, somewhere safe. She thought how much he would talk about the Southern Air temple. They had searched there also, but could not find him. Maybe she could try once more? She decided to try to head over to his old home.

"Appa?"

He grunted quietly.

"Let's head over to the Southern Air Temple."

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Roku watched in horror as the blind earthbender flew to the Southern Air temple. It was happening all too soon. Couldn't she have gone somewhere else to search? It was only a matter of days before the bison reached the temple. Aang- he used to be so optimistic. Now, Roku watched as the 18-year-old boy writhed in pain and remorse. What would happen when she came? All he knew was that she was going to get her face stolen by Koh. There could be a way to change the prophecy, but it was Aang himself that could change it. The small earthbender's life was held in his hands and Aang did not know it. There was virtually no hope. Once Fate set her mind on something, it almost always happened. There was one time though. One time where she lost… but at a price, what a price.

"Fate, you can't let this happen! Please, Fate! I know the prophecy! Don't let me die!"

The youthful goddess blew her dark bangs out of her indigo eyes. "Sorry Koh, but it's already decided."

"Come on. Fate, baby! You know I loved you- just got carried away, you know?"

The goddess turned to the young man with a cold, hard glare. It paralyzed his mind. He had forgotten how powerful the goddess was. "You know what? You who decide to play with my heart-" she stopped with a cruel grin. "always get destroyed."

A/N: When I finished this part, my mom came in screaming 911 at around 7PM. There was a lady whose partner had left for the day. She was finishing the work by setting the last of the furniture on top of the truck. She was about to turn the machine on when she fell and her head was close to the machine-, which was now turned on. She was trapped. She screamed and my mom came in rushing and bustling around screaming her head off. I ran outside to hear the devil's scream. Bloody. It was devilish- weeping and pity and a call for help. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. Everyone in the neighborhood was dialing 911. About 15 minutes later, a fire truck and an ambulance came. I stood by- I couldn't do anything. I was a mere teenager and I just stood by. It felt horrible. My friend's mom, visiting from Michigan, received towels from our mom. She told me she held the bloody head in her hands- trying to keep the blood in. She watched helplessly as the face turned a ghostly, pale white and she gained unconsciousness. I prayed- oh, how I prayed. I never really felt this way before- a helplessness that I could do nothing. This one though, was personal because it happened as I was typing this in front of my house. Send a prayer wave up for the lady. I couldn't finish the story. I'm sorry I left it with a cliffhanger. I can't type anymore today. It was supposed to be longer. I'll show the rest later. I'm so sorry. But please pray. Pray for the common accidents that happen everyday… you know, it was such a breath-taking night- so beautiful. The half-moon bright and radiated a rainbow within its radius. Small drifts of clouds- and then the alarms of the deathly sound of an ambulance and took the stunning night away.