AZULA MUSTN'T DIE

Katara slowly opened her azure eyes, she was in a room

Katara slowly opened her azure eyes, she was in a room. The floor was crimson velvet and the walls were precisely cut stone. There were contraptions all about the walls. Katara realized they were weapons, spears, swords, and axes even bear traps. She shuddered, where am I?

"Awake, my dear?" Katara steadied her vision to make out Kiro.

Realization struck and Katara tried to lunge for him, maybe to kick him in that spot again. Her short plan, however, was cut even shorter when she realized she was strapped to a chair.

"You don't think getting away will be that easy, do you?" He observed Katara studing the walls around her.

"You like them? Every weapon known to man…right on my very walls." Kiro admired them silently then averted his attention back to Katara only to receive her icy glare.

"Tisk tisk," Kiro circled around her chair shaking his head, "So much animosity. I only tried to help you."

"Help me? By kidnapping me?" she turned her head away from his stare, "That's hardly help."

"You don't remember my voice?" Kiro knelt by her chair and held her chin so she was forced to look at him. His scarlet eyes seemed to glow.

Katara's eyes drifted to the floor, the voice was familiar.

She gasped, "Why?"

"Why?" Kiro repeated. He stood and brought over a bowl of water and began to clean and dress her wounds. Katara figured she sustained a lot more damage than thought from her fiasco.

The waterbender watched him carefully. She was surprised to find the spirit of war had such tenderness in his touch.

"Katara, you and I…" he struggled to find his words, "both…got the short stick last time…" Kiro shoved the water bowl aside and pulled up a chair in front of Katara.

"…I gave you a second chance so you could change that for both of us...I need you to change what happened."

Katara furrowed her eyebrows, and then raised them in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Prince Zuko…has altered my plans, Katara. He isn't supposed to be teaching the avatar fire…"

"Aangs firebending is what won the war!"

"Exactly! We both know how that turns out…" he stood up and gradually untied Katara from the chair, he did it so inconspicuously that Katara failed to notice.

"I do what's best for the world…" Katara looked at Kiro's feet.

"Do what's best for yourself." Kiro grabbed both of Katara's hands and pulled her up to stand.

Kiro's red eyes met her blue ones, "Azula mustn't die."

"Azula dies?"

"You don't remember?"

"No…"

"That means you are already altering the future." Kiro let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her, this time Katara hardly gave a fight.

Katara's bottom was cold and she realized she was sitting back on the cold floor of the western air temple. The candle was extinguished.

Her muscles screamed in pain as she climbed into her bed. She couldn't forget what Kiro said.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter...its exam week gimme a break...ideas are welcome! and concrit...