Here is the next chapter! I will try getting the chapters out faster; I am a very big procrastinator… Thank you for the reviews from, thenameslynith13 and Aims5! J

-Goob39

Declaimer- I don't own ATLA, except for my own charaters.

I ran down the street to my home, it was the only house I could remember, it wasn't defiantly not small, it was more like a small mansion, but it was home. I came in through the servant's quarters towards the kitchen; it smelled of warm cookies, I loved the smell of May baking. The people who worked at my house were more family then servants'. I set the groceries on the table and hoped up on the counter and grabbed a cookie.

May looked up from cooking at Oriana; she could see the red of crying on her face. "What is the matter child?" May asked with a concerning look. May was 45, she had brown hair with gray at the edges that was always held tight in a bun, and she had sparkling green eyes, which were now full of concern. May was like a mother to me, helping me when I was discouraged, picking me up when I fell down and I knew that even if I made her made she would still love me.

"Nothing…" I looked away, not wanting to look into her green eyes, because if I did the whole story would come gushing out. I bit down on the warm cookie, chocolate melted in my mouth. "Your cookies are always amazing, May."I said as May watched me trying to keep it from her but it never worked, no mattered how hard I tried I could never keep anything from her.

"Don't change the subject, Oriana" May laughed, her laugh was sweet, light laugh that was intoxicating. When she laughed I could never keep a straight face I had to laugh with her. I didn't want to laugh, I wanted to be sad and angry about what had happened but I couldn't when she was with me everything seemed to be happy and full of laughter." Tell me, my dear what is made you upset."

And it came flowing out." you know the Dao swords I was saving up for…" May was waiting for the bad news," and boy, well not a boy…" I didn't know how to say who he was. "The banished prince, Zuko, was in the shop and when I told him I was going to buy them, he bought them instead! Just to get at me, now the swords are gone from me I will never be able to have them now!" I sniffled. It was rarely a time when I cried, even the time I had burned myself with fire bending, I had never cried. Now here I was crying over a pair of swords that I didn't need but wanted. Stop being a baby! the voice yelled at me "your parents would not approve". I listened to the voice,wiped my tears away and stood up.

"It will be okay my dear, you can find another pair," May enveloped me into a hug "and they will be, even better than those blades the prince bought!" she said with laugh. I told her she was right and I needed to take my mind off things. I grabbed a cookie and went to train with my bending.

Zuko grumbles as he followed the directions the store keeper gave him, he didn't want to apologize to that girl she had been so aggravating. "Just go up and say you're sorry and leave," Zuko told himself,but uncle wanted him to invite her for dinner on the ship. "What was uncle thinking she would never want to have dinner with me?" he knew what she would say and he was going to rub it in his uncle's face that he had asked and she had said no. "But do I really want her to say no" Zuko pondered this for a moment. "No, I course I want her to say no, she was so annoying."

The prince saw the house in the distance, it wasn't a house parse but it was definitely smaller then the palace he grew up in but still her family had to wealthy. Zuko thought back to his younger years; of his mother, his home and the turtleduck pond. The good memories turned bad and Zuko thought of his final days in the palace, and he cringed at the thought. He pushed away the memories of home and thought of what he was going to say to her when he saw her.

I was in my underground training area to practice my bending, there were three reasons why I trained underground; firstly that I would have a place to be alone with my masters that came to teach me, seconded to not be caught water bending and thirdly not to be caught both fire bending and water bending. I spent most of my time here, I trained everyday for long hours. My father had friends all over the world, I did not know how he knew them but he found a way to bring in my masters to teach me my bending and weapons skills'. First had a fire bending master, named Master Jeong Jeong, he had said I would be his last student I didn't understand why, he was an amazing teacher, tough but still amazing.

My water bending master came from the North Pole, his name was Master Pakku, when he first came he said he would not teach me because I was girl. But my parents had told him it was it was important that I learn my water bending, because I had to be ready, for what I don't know. But he gave in and I proved myself as a dedicated capable student. When he left he said I was his "brightest student he had ever had," and he was "proud of my dedication to water bending."

I travelled to Shu Jing, for my weapons and hand to hand combat training, with sifu Piandao. I had been able to get away from my parents; I didn't have to worry about being perfect. I spent months there learning the ways of the Dao sword, which was the weapon of my choice, hand to hand combat (Chi blocking) and knife throwing. He had very odd training style; I was set about to do tasks such as landscape painting, rock gardening, and calligraphy, as well as practicing against one of the Piandao underlings. He was a good, dedicated teacher and I was impatient at times but very dedicated to my practice.

I was throwing fire and water balancing the two as I went through the sets of moves I had learned from my masters. My heart always found happiness in my bending; I love the heat of the fire on my face followed by the cool breath of water. I was considered master of both my elements but I knew there was always room for improvement. I had just started to break a sweat we my mother called me up to the living room.

"That is weird my mother interrupted my practices…" I thought, "I guess it must be important". I dried my sweat off with a towel and headed upstairs to find my mother. I walked up the stairs to the living room where my mother took guests'. I wondered who would be coming, a general, a friend or a member of my father's group. I ran all the possibilities through my head, but the one that I didn't think of was sitting across from my mother.

Zuko looked up at the door that opened, and there she stood, Oriana Vega. The prince never paid attention to what she looked like in the store but when he actually saw her as walk through the door. Oriana stood at 6'2" almost his height of 6'4"but she was smaller by weight, she had light brown hair that went past he shoulders in long curls, her piercing eyes were beautiful they were a sparkling blue but a golden burst surrounded her pupil to mix with the crystal blue of her iris. She wasn't an overly beautiful but she was captivating, she stood with a presence and Zuko found that attractive.

"What are you doing here?" the harshness of her voice brought him out of his trance. He looked at her again she was wearing red practice bending clothes and she had a sheen of sweat on her brow.

"Ummm…" Zuko had lost words. "I came here to apologize." His voice sounded ruff, he thought back to if he wanted her to say yes to dinner; all he thought was "defiantly".

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-Goob39