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AN: I looked at the first draft of this chapter, and it hit me: if I kept it at a plain drabble, I'd never get anywhere. So I made it a double drabble. Enjoy, and please remember to review.


Phantom


She wasn't sure how long or far they walked. The moon climbed high above them, and in the mist, they could have gone twenty feet or fifty miles. She wasn't tired- dizzy, perhaps. But she was a fool. Fool enough to trust a stranger to guide her home. But she couldn't find them alone, and...

And he interested her.

No- fascinated.

What human could be so graceful?

Distracted, she stumbled, automatically seizing his wrist to steady herself. He allowed her to regain her feet, then fluidly freed himself from her touch.

"Katara!"

The fog thinned obediently at her brother's voice. The masked phantom said nothing, only glanced down at her.

"That's my brother," she explained softly. "Thank-"

"I found her, Aang!" Sokka rushed through the swirling mist. "Katara! Where were you?"

"I just went to get firewood," she admitted quietly. "And the fog-"

"Forget the firewood! You've been gone for hours! You're lucky we found you-"

"But you didn't."

Sokka looked surprised. "Yes, we did. If anything happened- animals, and-"

"You didn't find me, though. He brought me here."

Aang arrived. "Who?"

"Him! Right...here..." she indicated where the man had been standing.

"Katara, there's nobody there. There never was."