Book 2:

Kereth

A/N: I have done it! I have eaten twelve cookies, had a sugar rush, left drunken sounding messages on my friend's phone, ran around in panicky circles…and then passed out…imagine me with sake…scary…Anyways, I felt like I had to continue my next chapa of this so here it is. In this chapter you will find out some interesting things about Kereth! OW! My sugar high just ended and now I have a MASSIVE headache! PAIN! PAIN AND SUFFERING! AUTHOR IN PAIN! Please continue I'm fine…ow…

The rising sun blared through the few holes of the tent. Kereth was the first to get up. She found her knives protruding from under Sokka's pillow. Apparently he still didn't trust her. They were now sheathed at her sides; perfectly happy to be home. Kereth had noticed that her tent mates did not have a large supply of food. It was her job as guest to supply new food for them; as was her village's code. While she searched for fish in the Keiko Stream, she thought of her village.

It was commonly called the Village of Tears. Most likely because a past Admiral had made a stupid mistake and used it as a Fire Nation army base; causing a large scale battle which destroyed the village and made them start anew. Kereth wasn't sure why it had earned that name because the village was quickly rebuilt. She caught a fish. The legend made sense on the other hand. She thought over the legend in her head as she traced the scales of the fish for disease. The people of her village had excellent hunting and survival skills.

She made her way to the front of the tent, having caught a dozen healthy fish. "Great; just great" Kereth said; exasperated as she looked at the grass. The grass was extremely wet, and so was the firewood. "How can I make a fire with this!?" Nothing would catch fire in this state, and fish were not very good raw.

Little did she know that while she was having this tantrum, a pair of fierce blue eyes were staring at her with mistrust. They could not be easily seen because this pair of eyes belonged to Sokka, and Sokka was a warrior; a person also familiar with certain skills. He made sure that no sounds were made, and that he only showed so much of his face through the holes in the tent. He watched her carefully as she stomped around, whisper-screaming at the pile of drenched wood. Sokka laughed in his head. He had woken up earlier than her, and drenched the campsite. He didn't trust her or her story…He thought…no…he believed that she just might be fire nation, and had to test if she was a fire bender as well.

Kereth stood still and breathed slowly, trying to make her breath one with the wind. Her tantrum eased and she lowered herself onto the ground, bringing her legs to a crossed position. "Think" She whispered, still aware that her friends were asleep in the tent. She lowered her left hand to her side. Sokka was panicking; he could only se what she was doing with her right hand, not the one she was using. She could very well be lighting the wood with a fireball, and he couldn't see! It was time to act and act now as the others were waking up.

Sokka stormed out of the tent yelling. "AHA!" He pointed an accusing finger at Kereth. A drowsy Katara poked her un-groomed head out of the tent.

"Aha what?" She spoke groggily. Sokka was just about to speak when Kereth spoke.

"Oh Sokka; you're awake!"

"You bet I'm awake, and you,"

"I need help starting this fire." She cut him off. He was about to say something else, then he saw what she was doing with her left hand. She presented a lump of wet grass in her palm. "The grass and the wood are damp."

"That's not a problem." Katara was more awake now and was pulling the moisture from the grass and wood into her water-skin flask. Sokka's accusing finger deflated as quickly as it was raised. "That's odd; I thought we had more water than that." At this statement, Sokka flinched. He had forgotten to return an equal amount of water to the pouch. Katara saw Sokka flinch. "Hey Sokka; can I talk to you for a second?" It was more of a command than a question.

"I can refill it for you Katara." Kereth was now off the ground, brushing damp grass off of her clothes.

"Thank you Kereth, this will only be a moment." She handed the flask to Kereth. As soon as Kereth was out of ear shot. Katara began the usual nagging routine. "You are such an annoying Hog-monkey!" "Why aren't you responsible?" "Do you even have a brain?" "Sometimes I think that I'm really the oldest." The nagging continued for a long time. Kereth was on her way back from the Keiko Stream, there were only a couple of trees between her and the nagging. She was well within earshot now. "And why did you dump our water on the fire wood?"

Kereth stopped in her tracks. She hid behind the thicker of the two trees. "So it was Sokka who did that. But why would he?" She whispered under her breath to herself. She thought of possible reasons, but she just couldn't find a reasonable one.

"Look Katara, I don't trust her." He whispered. Apparently Feathra was still asleep, and he didn't want to wake her. "Her story doesn't exactly sit right with me. I think she's fire nation." He pulled his sister closer and whispered even lower. "She might be a fire bending spy." Katara shoved him off.

"How could you say that? You heard her story; she's wearing those fire nation clothes because that's all they have! She was attacked unjustly and now you're going to accuse her of being our enemy? Sometimes I can't believe you Sokka." She stormed off, starting to prepare the fish Kereth had caught. Sokka slumped and went the opposite direction to work on the fire.

Kereth was breathing heavily. "How," She thought back to the conversation she had had last night with her companion Feathra.

"Kereth, that's the thing that the admiral wanted captured and brought to him. What should we do?"

"Leave it be, it is obvious now that our dear admiral has misinformed us of the nature of these people. They mean no harm, so we will cause no harm."

"Alright, if you say so."

"We should be getting back now."

She thought she had heard someone gasp. "I should have been tipped off by his loud fake snoring." She scolded herself for letting down her guard so easily. She brought her free hand to her face. A spark flashed quickly and a tiny ember turned into a small fireball in Kereth's palm. "I'm going to have to be more careful." She whispered as she gazed into the flickering form.

How did ya like that? Yes Kereth is a fire bender! But calm down fire nation haters, you don't know her origin yet so please don't jump to any mean conclusions. And if you didn't notice, Feathra was asleep the entire time. Her only acting scene was a flashback! Poor girl! (Cries into miniature hanky) Ah well, she'll get to do her thing on the stage in a while. But for now, this was just one of those annoying things you call "Filler episodes" I will immediately get started on the next chapa. I just thought that this chapter should end on this "Ah! She's a fire bender!" realization note. Peace out hippies! AHHHHH! (Chibi author hides behind her ridiculously large swirly glasses.) No! I didn't mean it! Stop throwing your peace signs at me! I don't deserve this… (Begins to make waterfall chibi tears.)