Previously:
He laid her down on the sleeping bag that he knew she had given him. Zuko gently rapped the sleeping bag around her delicate frame. Looking down at her, he saw calmness and peace of being, like she had gone through nothing back there. Little by little, he bent over her, placing his warm lips on her forehead and said, "Thank You."
CHAPTER 4: Morning Training
As the sun peeked out from the treetops, a pair of golden eyes opened. Zuko took in his surrounding, once again. There was something different form the last time he opened his eyes at thins camp-there was a lovely young lady. She was in the sleeping bag that he had put her in the night before. Her brown hair was loose, floating around her head. Her tan skin cloaked her entire body. She was at peace.
Zuko stood up quietly, and walked about a few hundred feet from camp. He sat down and began to meditate. Absorbing the sun's heat, focusing on warmth, and he took everything in, to build up his fire within him; inhaling-exhaling, in out.
The sun was just about a few feet higher over the treetops. Rays of light sprinkled down on Katara, as she fluttered her eyes open; revealing her sapphire blue eyes behind her eyelids. Her hair was loose, and it danced in the small breeze that swept through the clearing. Stretching out her tired arms, she took a glimpse of the charming woods of nature that surrounded the small clearing.
Green lapsed the trees and bushes, the sent of flowers rose to Katara's nose as the breeze blew lightly against her face. Closing her eyes, she let the wind go throughout her body; cooling her and calming her down as she took a deep breathe of the relaxing breeze.
Katara looked around, hoping to see Zuko. She wanted to know why he thought she was his mother, and if he saw her last night. If he did, she had some explaining to do. But she didn't want too tell Zuko. She knew that he will want to know what happened- and why.
Taking a deep breath, Katara stood up consciously, and looked around harder. But she didn't see him anywhere. Looking at the ground again, she saw his very faint footprints. If she hadn't of looked closely, she would have never of seen them or knew where he had went.
She fallowed his footprints, yet again, very quietly. Trying her best not to snap a twig or crackle the leaves that where beneath her feet. Fallowing his footprint, she was lead to another small clearing.
Katara peered out over to the clearing, and spotted a shirtless figure she knew was Zuko. Gradually he stood up from where he had been meditating. He took his stance and did some of his routines, and kick-punches. He did a few series of punches, jabs, and kicks. Gradually, he added flames of fire into his routines. He kept controlled of the flames; not letting them singed a single blade of grass. He was graceful as water at the same time.
Eyes widened in amazement, Katara watched till he did his final spin-kick, bowed to no one in particular, and used his right hand to wipe the sweat from his face. He walked over to a bush, no more than a few feet away from Katara's hiding spot. He bent down and grabbed his shirt.
Zuko landed his last spin-kick; sweat drenched his face and bare chest. He felt the presence of someone. He had had this feeling during his training this morning. Eyeing the bushes out of the corner of his eye, he saw something blue, and then it vanished behind the bush. The edge of his mouth curled upward, and he walked over to a bush that concealed his shirt. Keeping a close eye on the bush that he knew concealed the waterbender. He had a few questions that he wanted answers too.
Taking his shirt, he wiped the sweat that coated his body thickly. Walking away into the woods, Zuko looped around till he was behind a tree that was behind the waterbender.