Disclaimer: No matter how many times I daydream about Mat falling deeply in love with me and him leaving Tuon to run away with me, the Wheel of Time series and AtLA do not belong to me!

Sorry it took so long! I haven't had internet connection long enough to post. :( but I'm gonna post chapter five here in a sec if it'll let me!

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One more note; I know that Rand doesn't start talking to Lews Therin until just before Dumai's Wells, when he gets captured by the Aes Sedai and Mat doesn't get the memories until he goes through the doorway in Rhudean (sorry if you haven't read that yet), but those are both gonna happen in my story, so sorry if that bugs you, but, uh, I'm the author. So sucks for you!

Phew… that was long. Enjoy!

Mat POV:

We land. Finally. Camp is set up, and all I'm thinking about is food and then sleep. Because sleep and food are good.

We sit around the campfire and eat our food in silence. I notice the difference in Aang and Sokka's diet almost immediately. Sokka appears to eat nothing but meat, whereas Aang eats everything but meat. How he survives is beyond me.

Sokka and I spent most of the time making sarcastic jokes and laughing, trying to forget what we are. But of course, leave it up to a woman to decide that everything needs to be talked about before we can just relax and pretend that everything's OK.

"Who are you in your world?" asks Katara, seemingly randomly.

"Huh?" I respond, intelligently.

"In your world, who are you? How do you fit in?" she asks slowly, like I'm mentally challenged.

"Umm… I used to be Mat Cauthon the farmer, son of Abel Cauthon, the horse-breeder/trainer of Emond's Field in the Two Rivers sector of Andor." I say diplomatically, not wanting to lie to these people, but also not quite trusting them yet.

"Who are you now?"

"Mat Cauthon."

"Mat Cauthon the what? What do you do? What's your contribution?"

"Mat Cauton, ta'veren." I grin ruefully, ironically. "Friend of Rand al'Thor. That's how I'm most often recognized."

"Ta'veren?"

"One of those stubborn people, who rather than just letting the pattern weave them into its plan, insists that it move around me and change."

"Uh-huh." She says, obviously confused. I don't care. Let her be confused. "Well," she starts, looking at Rand, "who are you, that people would recognize him by you?"

He draws Callandor, long and silently, examining the blade carefully. Everyone's staring at him. He lowers the blade, almost as if he's pointing with it, or testing the balance.

"I'm the Dragon Reborn."

He flips the Sword that is not a Sword and sheaths it.

"What does that mean?" asked Katara quietly.

"It means I'm supposed to kill the Dark One and lead everyone into Tarmon Gaidan. The Last Battle."

Then Aang pipes up. "Is he kinda like the Fire Lord? I'm supposed to fight him at some point."

"I don't know. What's the Fire Lord like?"

"Well, he's pretty evil. He wants to take over the world and repress or kill everyone that's not a fire-bender. Like his father before him started."

"No. The Dark One is not much like your Fire Lord. For one, he's immortal. Two, he's not exactly what I'd call 'human'. And three, if he broke out of Shayul Ghul before and maybe even when, my armies, my followers, and I arrive, there'd be no 'trying' about the taking over the world thing. It'd just be done. And everyone would be loyal to him, be that from fear or admiration, or they'd be dead.'

"Oh," said Aang quietly.

That was all for conversation that night.

Rand and Moiraine were talking about something. Probably power-related. I really didn't care, so I didn't bother to pay attention. Let them go and mess around with whatever it is. Just so long as it doesn't involve me.

So that left Aang, Sokka, Toph, Katara, and I to stand around awkwardly. Katara looked down at her water pouch.

"I'm about out of water and I imagine everyone else is running low, too." We all nodded. "Well, I think I remember seeing a little grove we can restock on, and leave Rand and Moiraine to talk in private for a bit."

We agree to follow her, and I poke my head into the tent where Moiraine and Rand are talking and tell them where we'll be. I get impatiently shooed away after they accept my news.

We enter the small grove and arrive in a place much like the one that Rand, Moiraine, and I came crashing in the night before.

We each reach down and refill our packs, after discovering that the water was clean. Well, except for Katara who decides she has to channel it. Opps. I mean bend.

Crash!

We all flip around defensively and see ourselves surrounded by a bunch of scary looking men in red and black. One of them channels fire at us.

Blood and bloody ashes!

I flip out my knives and quickly release two at the same time, hitting two men with perfect aim.

Memories from a time long pass take over my head and I reach down and remove two more knives from my boots. I look around at my companions. Katara and Toph are holding their own with their bending.

Sokka's machete and boomerang on the other hand aren't quite cutting it as well.

I swiftly cut my way threw fire-benders to Sokka, where I spin in a series of thrusts and ducks to try and avoid burns.

Eventually, one of them hurts Sokka with a sword. Bad. He falls unconscious.

I position my self over his unconscious body and fight with ten times the ferocity as before.

At the Trolloc Wars, when I faced thousands of creatures of the dark.

During the War of Shadow, when channelers and dreadlords were everywhere, almost impossible to plan against.

In the Battle for Manetherin, when I held an impossibly small number of untrained men against an impossibly large number of well-trained men.

During the Aiel War, where the enemy was so great, they didn't even consider it a war.

When I was traveling with Rand and the Fade attacked.

When I rescued Elayne, Egwene, and Nynaeve from the Stone of Tear…

I reach the present, and realize that all the fire-benders are down.

I look down at Sokka.

"Bloody and bloody ashes." I say quietly. "I'm getting him back to camp!" I yell, for my friends to hear, and reach down and pick Sokka up in my arms, bridal style.

"What?" asked Toph.

I was speaking the old tongue. I scowl.

"Never mind, let's just get back," I growl and start running back to camp as best I can.

I get there with Sokka cradled in my arms, Katara right behind me tears in her eyes. I lay him on the ground and Katara comes up behind me and gets out her water pouch.

She bends it out and makes it surround her hands. She gingerly places them on her brother's wound and they begin to glow.

But nothing happens.

She cries and shakes her head in denial. "I-I can't. It's too much."

"It's OK." I say to her, "I'll get Moiraine."

Moiraine hears the commotion, though, and comes out with Rand behind her.

"Oh!" she cries when she sees Sokka. She pushes her way over to him. Katara, Toph, and Aang's eyes are glued to her. Rand is looking at the horizon in anger.

I look back at Sokka. Moiraine places her hand on Sokka's head and closes her eyes,

Sokka stiffens up in his unconscious state and then shivers violently as she begins to hear.

"What are you doing?" insists Katara.

"Hush, child. Let me focus."

Sokka's wound immediately stops bleeding and the wound closes up.

A simultaneous gasp arises from all those that haven't seen channeling before.

"What…?" but Aang's question gets cut off as he looks into the horizon and sees more fire-benders.

"They're coming again."

"Not if I can help it," says Rand, speaking for the first time, still looking off into the horizon with that terrifying anger writ on his face.

Woot! Finally got some action! Though, it's the first time I've ever wrote an action scene, so I really do need feedback for this one. Please, tell me if I should try it differently, such as change it to third person for these scenes, or be more detailed, or what.