First of all I want to thank turtlegirl4ever for the idea on showing how Isa became such a skilled fighter so she wouldn't be such a Mary-Sue anymore. I hope it worked and thanks again turtlegirl4ever for helping me out with the idea on how to make her a more realistic character! (and less of a Mary-Sue)

ok now ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter Seven

The ocean was calm and the skies were a deep dark blue with a full moon lighting up the night along with stars shining brightly in the sky with no hint of a cloud anyway you looked. The night was peaceful and silent until the voice of an angry woman cut through the crisp air.

"How could you let them escape! What way did they go!"

No, angry was an understatement.

"We-we're not entirely sure, ma'am," answered one of the guards nervously.

Isa inhaled a deep breath in attempt to calm down but failed miserably. "Now we have to start all over! Head for the nearest land you know of! They'll be needing rest. I'll start over from there."

Isa left the guards flustered but relieved to still be alive. She retreated to the darkness of her room near the bottom the ship. The memories of her childhood flooded back to her as she sat alone in the solitude of her room.

Isa could remember the accident like it was yesterday. People were screaming and yelling about a fire. She was so young it was hard to understand what was going on. She hadn't been home all day because she was off wandering around on the beach like she did so often. She continued her way home where the noise was getting louder. She stepped into the site which would alter her life forever. The orange and blue flames danced in the reflection in her eyes. The heat was so intense she could even feel it from where she was standing a good distance from the house. She watched as the flames playfully licked the whole of the house, frozen in her tracks, watching as the place she once called home was reduced to ash and leaving her quite alone without a home or family.

She was soon after adopted and brought up by a group of fighters who called themselves the Torajikku. The Torajikku was a clan of fighters who used the same style of fighting using poison darts as their main weapons and earthbending stressing defense as their secondary means of fighting.

Isa grew to love her new family and learned the true meaning behind the name. All of the members of the Torajikku had tragedies in their pasts leaving them orphaned and without a family. Losing her parents who where her only family was how she came to be a Torajikku and learn the true meaning of the name, Torajikku meaning tragedy.

The memories of her childhood as a Torajikku began with learning everything she could about the special technique used by the clan and how to make the ingredients for the special poison dart. This part came easy to her; she could find and mix the ingredients easily. Those were her better memories.

The realization of how alone she was hit her hard not long after she joined the group. Isa was not at first interested in fighting until reality slapped her in the face telling her she'd have to find her own way and protect herself. She was on her own now. She had bottled up so many emotions of anger, fear, and grief that now the only way she knew how to take it out was with fighting.

Fighting did not come easily to her. She couldn't get anything right for a long time which in turn added to her frustration and bottled emotions. She was determined to get it right and get good at fighting, no, more than good; she wanted to be the best. She practiced hard every day from when she got up until she was too tired to move anymore, only stopping for meals. She gradually started to master the unique style of the Torajikku, which consisted of swift movements in trees making it hard to track if someone was following. After 9 long years of training hard and practicing at the age 15 she was a master of the technique. She was not a master in earthbending but good enough to be able to equal one using the Torajikku technique.

Her thoughts were brought back to the present when a guard entered the room stating that they would be coming up on land by morning.

"Fine," She said in a hollow but strong voice, her mind still running through her childhood. I've gone through so much, and I've worked so hard. I never give up on a challenge I take on. The avatar will be mine.

Isa laid down and dosed off into a dreamless sleep.

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Katara woke up an hour or so later. She didn't know it really but something inside her kept her away from sleep knowing Aang was still poisoned. She sat up and saw that he was breathing at a faster rate and drenched in sweat. She felt his forehead which confirmed that he was running a fever.

Katara took a cloth and set it on Aang's forehead. She next took out water from a canteen and cooled the water before bending it onto the cloth resting above his eyes. She took more of the cooled water and spread it on his flushed cheeks trying to take down the fever.

She looked towards Appa's head to find Sokka driving. "Sokka, when are we going to reach land?" Katara asked softly trying not to startle him or wake Aang.

Sokka turned around and said. "Hey your awake!" not minding Aang sleeping next to her.

"Shh! You might wake Aang," She hushed her brother and again asked, "How far away are we from land? Aang might need some medicine, or a doctor," she said the last part with a sense of urgency and worry in her voice.

"We're not far, Katara, just a few more minutes, see?" Sokka said pointing to the horizon where a strip of land could be seen. "There's an earth kingdom city right on the coast where we're heading. We'll find Aang a doctor no problem."

The next few minutes seemed like hours as she watched Aang's breathing get quicker. Katara still wasn't sure what it was that Aang was poisoned with so she had no idea of the effects it would have. She didn't know if the poison tag was meant to just disable him or worse- she couldn't bring herself to even think of what might happen if Aang were to die. She grabbed his hand, a gesture to keep herself from thinking of if she might lose the one she loved. This thought made her heart skip a beat. She was realizing her true feelings for Aang. She couldn't let him die without telling him how she really felt. I love you Aang, please hold on.

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Ooookaaay so that one took a while to type out…lol and thank you so much to all my reviewers! I could list you all again but im too lazy cuz its like 1:30 in the morning and I have to get up at 5:45 for school tomorrow. So ill just leave it with a simple thanks haha R&R!