I sit on a cliff. It's afternoon. The afternoon after I left.

Maybe I should have told them. But then what if they treated me differently? Plus they'd be in major trouble. If anyone got hurt, it would be my own fault. Mine. I would be responsible. It would be my fault.

It's always you're fault.

It's the voice. The voice from my dream. The one that always bothers me. The one that developed when I fell into depression.

The depression happened because of what happened awhile back...

It's a year earlier. I am in the medi-tent, with a sick child. The child has the midnight madness fever.

I look over at the small girl. He name is Nala. She lay thrashing around, most likely stuck in yet another nightmare. I sigh and turn back to preparing her daily medicine. But I know it won't work. The medicine never works. Ever.

Her scream pierces through the air. I turn, and she is gasping. My eyes go wide as I realize she is starting to have trouble breathing. I immediately run over, and preform a special exercise of sorts. It's called CPR in our Tribe. I start preforming it on her. But to no avail. I lose her within minutes.

As she takes her last, shakey breath, I collapse into a crying heap. Everything starts moving in slow motion.

Katara, Sokka, Gran Gran, and Nala's parents run in, probably awoken by her scream. They all stare at her non-breathing body before her parents burst into tears, just like I did moments ago. Katara and Sokka spot me crying hysterically on the floor, and come to comfort me. This was my first patient that had died on my watch. They comfort me as Gran Gran comforts the child's parents. Nala's parents then start yelling profanity at me, and telling me it was my fault. Gran Gran tells my siblings to take me to our igloo, and they do so. There, they comfort me before I fake sleep, and they fall asleep soon after. I sit up then, and run out, to my practicing area.

Once I arrive, I break down once again.

You know it's all your breath the young one died.

It pains me as the voice starts talking. I have to agree though. I tried to save her, but was a complete failure.

Why don't you kill yourself already?

I do. Well, not kill, exactly. I burm myself. I burn skin off. I bleed. The blood falls into the puddle of tears I have formed, and it forms a mix of redish-clear.

"Zia!"

I turn and see Katara race towards me. I relize I have been sobbing as I revisit the past. Katar sits next to me, seemingly knowing what I was thinking about. She smiles sadly.

"Zi, it wasn't your fault. Nala died of the fever. We all know it's impossible to treat. You knew that. At least you tried."

A little while later, I feel okay enough to go back to talking without a shaky voice. She hands me a cup with tea in it. I grab it, but it is cold. I question her about it.

"Well, you can heat it up." She says. "You are the Avatar."

I nod. We sit in silence, and drink our tea.


We are hopping on Appa at the moment.

Apparenly, the banished Prince Zuko had grabbed Aang, for Aang was the Avatar.

Little did he know Aang had friends.

And one is his double.

We fly over a Fire Nation ship, and look down. We see Aang fighting. We hop down, and he looks at us in surprise. I see as Zuko tries to take advantage. I then blast him away with a gush of air. I look around. Twenty against four. Damn.

I then spot a chubby, old man. He looks shocked, before he says "There are two Avatars..."

Zuko looks shocked as well, but recovered quickly, and starts fighting Aang again. I look and see Katara dealing with five soldiers, and Sokka with five as well. I am surrounded by ten, though.

I start using the three Elements I do know how to use: Fire, Water, and Air. Within seconds, all the fighters are knocked down. I look over and see Aang falling down. I run over, and use my waterbending to make a water-made tornado, which lands Aang on the ship. We smile at each other, and face Zuko, determination on our faces.

He starts firebending. I start Waterbending. Aang starts Airbending. I feel a large pain on my shoulder, but refrain from yelling out. I grip it, and it hurts. Again, I refrain. I then lose control.

I start glowing. Everyone is distracted. I have no control. The past Avatars are controlling me. Within minutes, fifteen gaurds are unconcious, and I exit the Avatar State.

Aang, Katara, and Sokka jump on Appa. The tell me to hurry and get on. But I remember what Roku said.

Together, they shall defeat the Fire Lord, both taking different paths to the end.

I shake my head. "Go on! I'll be fine." And with that, they leave, knowing they can trust me. And then, cuffs are on my wrists.


Sorry it was short and crappy. I got tired. But I want to update most of the chapters before I start posting. Yeah... Oh, and sorry about the depression thing. I had to put that in there. It had to go with the story. And you'll understand why later.

And if any of you want to create a cover for me, PM me, and let me know. :)

Oh, and later in the story,