A Note from the Author:

Hello, everyone! I know, before you start chucking tomatoes at me and yelling for the lack of an update in, like, forever, I have good news! This story IS NOT OVER! After watching The Legend of Korra trailer, my desire to finish became very strong. And boy, am I excited to keep writing!

Updates will, hopefully, come once every two or so weeks, maybe even earlier. Yeah, two weeks. The only reason being is that I am working on an original novel [Tell me if you'd like a link to check it out! It's on the web now, and I would really appreciate it!] and some other things. But hey! It's better than five hundred bazillion years to see the crazy things Miya tangles herself in next! :D So an update to this should be coming soon, and to prove it, here's an excerpt of Chapter Seven! :D

It was dusk, and the sky was dusted with array of beautiful colors. The air was crisp and held an unusual stillness to it, eliciting a sigh of boredom from her lips. A chilled wind sauntered by her face, causing her being to shake involuntarily, and goose bumps to surface on her delicate pale skin. Watching the crashing water and waves meandering around the ship, licking at the sides and dancing carelessly, a contemplative expression adorned her features.

It was the first time in the four days since she'd been on the ship, that she had troubled herself to grace the deck with her presence. No one really knew the true reason as to why she was up near the bow of the vessel. She was trying her best to be as innocent as possible, because once Zuko's ship docked near the prison liner that Aang was supposedly on . . . Miya was out of here.

She had devised the plan in the short five minutes it took her to go to her room and grab a new cloak and her fans. Point A was Zuko's ship and Point B was the prison ship. All she would do is walk from Point A to Point B once they docked and BOOM, she'd be with Aang, Sokka, and Katara again. In her mind, this plan was fool proof.

"We are about to dock, Prince Zuko," shouted a crew member, who promptly went back inside the ship afterwards.

A devious smile spread across the face of the Fire Nation princess. She was only to be stuck on this prison ship for merely minutes. It was a thought that coursed adrenaline through her veins and made her feel as anxious as ever. She could feel the corners of her lips tug so hard that it hurt. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him, and her features faltered instantly. He was doing as she was, staring out intently at the sky, probably deep in thought. It was easy to tell what was on his mind, and soon, Miya felt a pang of repentance and guilt for her thoughts.

Who would've thought that after all these years that she loved, adored, and was inseparable from her brother, she'd now today be trying to get far away from him? Who would've thought that after all the years that she lived confined within the palace walls in safety, all the years that she was treated respectfully and acclaimed by her nation; she would now be trying to defeat and stop them from getting the power they hungered for?

The ship jerked to a halt, as well as Miya out of her thoughts. She toppled over, swiftly catching and holding herself up by the metal rails, her black fingerless gloves helping her grip. Moments like this are when she cursed her lack of balance, and slowly, she pulled herself up and stood normally, brushing off her cloak out of habit.

It wasn't extremely cold outside, but it was still chilly. Rubbing her arms to sooth her chilling feeling as the cool winds of the sea whipped her hair in all directions, her eyes trained across the deck, as Zuko and some other soldiers lined up at the bow, ready to depart. Oh, how she wished she were a firebender at times like these. Zuko could always keep an inner fire to keep himself nice and warm.

Miya grinned impossibly wide as the front of the ship slowly began to lower, and she slyly began to inch her way closer and closer towards it. No one was paying attention to her; their thoughts to focused on the Avatar's "impending" capture.

"Alright, Miya, you can do this," she whispered to herself in encouragement. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she thought for a moment. "Wow," she began to affirm, "I sure do talk to myself a lot."

Shaking the thought off, she waited until she was the last one on the deck. Once the coast was clear, she slid her feet sneakily across the metal floor before snapping her head towards the captain. He wasn't up steering the ship, or at least wasn't standing where he could see Miya try and make her way off the boat. She nodded and grinned, for so far, everything was going according to plan.

Checking her surroundings once again, Miya sprinted across the bridge between the two boats. The overpass was pretty long, and she was surprised by how fast she got to the other side. The fact that she was deftly light on her feet and not winded struck her as odd. Usually, she ran like a lame duck and wouldn't be able to catch her breath.

"Alright, I made it from point A to point B and—" Miya abruptly stopped talking when she heard voices approaching her vicinity. Her heart immediately began pounding a mile a minute within her chest. She sprinted to and hid behind a metal wall, silently praying that no one would find her.

There's a lot more, but I gotta leave something! And also, THANK YOU TO ALL WHO SUBMITTED OC'S! I will be PMing the ones I choose and the ones I didn't. ***But I sadly will not be using them in this particular chapter*** The only reason being-and I hope you understand-is that I've been away for so long. I need to get a feel for my story and my characters again. So just to lighten the load to get this out faster, your OC's will be used, but at a later date. I hope you understand!

Thank you all again! :D

*Aire* [I really missed saying that!]