"Kitima are you okay?" A hand landed on her shoulder. Kitima turned around, to see Roku. Roku was Zuko's cousin who now lived in the fire nation palace. Or used to. At that time the war was over and Kitima was married to Mada, the chief of the Northern Water Tribe.

Kitima nodded her head and turned back around to listen to the proctor.

"We are gathered here today to put to rest two bodies and two spirits. Mada Tazo," Kitima's attention was interrupted by Roku trying to hold her hand; Kitima did not want to make a big deal about it so she took his hand. "and Avatar Aang. Now those people who have speeches for Mada please come up. You know who you are." Sokka rose from the crowd and walked up to the podium.

"Today I can see some faces that I recognize, and some I can not. But I am so glad to see people come for a man that I have known for my whole life. Mada wasn't only a friend, he was a husband, a chief, and a soon to be father. And if anyone deserves to die it shouldn't have been him. Thank you."

"And now Avatar Aang's Speech." The Priest was motioning for Katara to come up. Kitima felt a sharp pain in her stomach, a pain she has never felt before.

"Kitima are you alright?" Roku asked her right before Katara was coming up to say her speech.

"Oh my God!" Katara dropped her papers and ran to Kitima's side. "She is going into labor!!" Zuko and Roku walked Kitima into the tent that was made by Toph.

What's happening to me? At that moment La showed up, and Kitima went into another moment in the future. Clips flashed in front of her eyes.

Now Kitima was at her palace in the Northern Water Tribe, with her daughter lying in her arms. It had only been three short month's after Mada's death. A knock at the door drew her attention away from the sleepy child. "Can I come in?"

"Sure" Roku walked through the door. Roku being Zuko's cousin had absolutely nothing to do all day, because there were no more war meetings, and Zuko took care of everything else. Therefore Roku came to visit Kitima every day, after the funeral.

"How is little kid?" Roku said as he laid his had upon her head.

"I have finally chosen a name for her," Roku nodded his head, "it is Shemei, meaning life and death, or fate. It is a very suitable name for her, since she was born after Mada's death. Filling in a gap of sadness." An awkward silence grew

"So how is little Shemei then?" Roku reworded his question.

"She is doing fine and you, having a good day today?" Roku nodded his head and smiled.

"I'm fine, isn't it time for her nap?" Roku questioned

"Thank you for reminding me" Kitima rested little Shemei in her white bonnet and rocked her to sleep.

"Kitima you are in a fairly good mood today!" Roku complemented, she smiled.

"It is probably from all of those pills Taira has been shoving down my throat!" Kitima smiled again. The light hitting her face, it made he eyes glow in beauty.

"Kitima," Roku turned towards his pocket and grabbed something. And so he knelt down on one knee and opened the little black box.