A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in the last few days, I'm not great at writing in third person so any improvements are welcome:) Again thanks so much for reading and leave a review?

I was falling. Just falling. I was stateless, coated in a shroud of dark matter.

I had departed the world I knew, is this death?

General POV

Each member of the gang was situated around the crackling flames of the fire in the Western Air Temple, Toph leaning towards Sokka and Sokka mesmerised by his boomerang. Katara, still visibly angry at Zuko, spoke in her usual motherly tone to Aang while darting the occasional glare when Zuko tried to have any involvement in the group conversation. After a while the discussion moved to small-talk and small-talk gradually faded into silence.

A girl fell from the sky.

"WHAT?!", exclaimed the group in unison.

The mystery girl had pure white hair, fair skin and was draped in a black cloak.

"Um, are you okay?", Aang asked. Moving towards the unconscious body with caution, he reached out his hand to move her shoulder when Katara grabbed his wrist.

"Don't! What if she was sent by Azula? One of her spies!"

"We can't just leave her like that Katara!"

Toph piped up, "Sugar Queen, you check her out. If she's doing bad you can help her out and if she's one of Azula's stooges we'll help you out."

"Fine.." Katara replied. She moved towards the body with the same vigilance Aang did.

The girl raised her head, her tender green eyes meeting Katara's watery blue eyes.

"P-please help...me...", her voice was weak.

"Hey! She's telling the truth!", Toph pointed out.

Katara immediately turned her body over, revealing a black hand-print on her stomach. She put her hand out to touch the mark, stroking the seared flesh. Instantly the girl was convulsing, her arm spasming. Katara started bending her waters around the black mark, the luminescent glow was dissipating gradually as the waters were beginning to take effect.

"Good, the healing's working." Katara smiled, happy to have helped someone.

Azrei's POV

By the Gods.

The pain.

It was excruciating, consuming. I don't know what that bastard did to me but I wasn't sure if I was ever going to recover. I felt hollow. He'd removed a part of me and replaced it with an agony the tormented me. I wanted to die. Death would be an escape, an eternal Eden compared to this unbearable torture that now decimated my soul.

And it burned.

Light. Blue light. It was transcendant; soothing; tranquil. The only person I could think of was Meldaya, she'd come back to me. It's impossible to forge the feeling of a mother's care, a mother's love. This had to be her. She wouldn't leave me, not again.

I could feel my body returning to somewhere familiar, escaping the void. I needed to rest, but what if she'd left by the time I had woken? I slowly began to open my eyes and turned to the presence that was at my side.

It wasn't Meldaya.

I raised my head to look at a girl around my age, maybe older.

"You okay?" she questioned, concern evident in her eyes.

"Did you do this?" I replied, pointing to my, now normal, stomach.

"Yes, are you okay?", she emphasized the last part of her question. Clearly wanting to know how I was. Weird.

"I'm fine, I can't thank you enough. I thought I was dead. In fact, I wished I was dead. That is, until this magic helped." I smiled at her, grateful for what she'd done, but still shaken and moreover disappointed.

"No need to thank me, what's you name?"

"Pendragon."

"You got a first name?", it was another girl this time, black hair and pale green eyes. She was sat on the edge of a water fountain, facing me.

"Azrei."

"I'm Toph. Greatest Earthbender you'll ever meet.", she replied smirking at me and winking. Earthbender?

"And I'm Katara.", it was the girl who healed me.

"Avatar Aang at your service!", a bald boy peered down at me. Avatar?

"Sokka.", he lifted his hand up and waved, looking rather dumbstruck.

"I'm Zuko, firebender.", this guy was farther away from everyone else. It was as if he didn't want to get too close, I suppose that's understandable considering he's never met me. Firebender?

"Do you want anything to eat?", before I could reply Katara started to pour me some soup, insisting that I take some. Now wasn't the time to be eating. Instead of feeling sickly and uncertain I was now embracing my new-found vitality. And my new-found rage. I needed to find Gajeel. Tell him where I was, find out where he was. I swear to the Gods if Mercurius has laid one finger on Gajeel he's dead meat.

I felt like tearing the place apart. I wasn't light-headed anymore; I was furious.

I sprang up. I needed to find Gajeel.

I bolted towards the edge of the structure.

If I can make an air pocket I can fly to Gajeel. I can help him. I can protect him.

I jumped over the edge, slowly waving my arms to move the air around me, enabling flight.

Nothing was happening. My magic wasn't working.

I was falling.

Again.