Katara

She was sitting in bed, in Edoras. Trying to sleep, but how could she sleep when all of this bad has happened. She looked around, everyone was asleep. This was another war, another world. But this time, Aang wasn't with her.

She was tired. Tired of fleeing away from battle. She never felt so helpless before, she could always fight with bending, but now it just gets harder and harder to hide it. They already suspect them, why not just reveal who they are. They need us.

She was startled by a figure walking off in the distance.

"Who's there?" she spoke.

She got up and started following him. Keeping her water pouch close by her side.

She walked out down the hall and through the throne room. The door was wide open. She ran through the door and gasped. Standing directly in the moonlight was Aang.

"Aang?" she asked.

He didn't speak, he only turned around and glanced at her, then turned his head back in the direction of the moon.

Tears welled in Katara's eyes, "Aang," she reached over to place a hand on his shoulder to find that it went straight through him.

She looked into his eyes, they were empty.

"In the moonlight we see reflections," spoke Aang, still looking at the moon, "The moon reflects, the light of the sun, just as it reflects the light of ourselves."

Katara grew confused, was he in his spirit form? What was going on?

Before she knew it, Aang wasn't the only one standing there. More faces appeared around her. She recognized them. Gandalf, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Toph, Suki, Zuko, and Sokka.

Aang continued to speak, "People that were once here, are now lost. But we will never leave you Katara. You loved us," said Aang, "but we could not be saved. You exist in this world Alone now."

Katara's blue water tribe clothing turned into a long black dress. Her hair fell out of it's loopies, and went cascading down her back. She looked at all of the expressionless faces frozen in the Moonlight, "No, No! I won't let this happen."

She started to run, but the black dress was keeping her from moving. She tried to lift it up but it was stuck. She struggled and struggled against. Each time pulling harder than before until it tore and she was sent tumbling down the stairs.

She looked up at the moon, as it started to fall. "NO!" she screamed.

It came down so fast and it landed in front of her and shattered into a million pieces.

It was dark now, pitch black. She was sitting alone, in the middle of nowhere. Then she felt a scorching heat behind her. She turned to see a great eye made of fire. She gasped.

She pulled out her water pouch and streamed water out of it but then it fell from her grasp. "I can't bend! I can't bend!"

The eye was moving closer and closer to her. She gazed into it's slit like pupil and saw Aang.

"It was too late Katara," Aang spoke, "It was too late for all the soldiers of Rohan when the Uruk-Hai attacked, it was too late for the city of Minas Tirith when enemies closed in around them, it was too late for me when you couldn't bend to protect your identity."

Katara gasped, tears welled in her eyes, "No! I should've protected you."

A puddle of tears collected at her feet, the eye was getting closer and closer. She could feel the heat almost touching her hands.

Then she looked down at the puddle. She saw Yue, the moon spirit, in other words the moon.

She drawed her strength and with one final push created a wall of water between her and the eye. Her strength was fading, she was trying to push him back, but he was too strong. She was loosing her grip, but she kept on fighting, with such a force that she couldn't hold on for much longer...

She woke up, panting. Thank goodness it was just a dream. She looked over to her right to see Aragorn sitting next to her. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a bad dream," said Katara.

"Not just an ordinary bad dream."

"I...I dreamed that everyone died, because I let my guard down."

"That will not likely happen, Katara, you are well protected."

Even though that's not what she was worried about.

They both heard something murmuring, it was Zuko, "Azula always lies, Azula always lies, Azula always..."

"Who's Azula?" asked Aragorn.

"His sister," was all Katara said wearing a grim expression before going back to bed.

Zuko

"Zuko," Zuko was awoken by a women speaking, it was Ursa, it was his mother, "Please my love, listen to me , Everything I've done, I've done to protect you," she pulled him into a warm embrace ,"Remember this Zuko, No matter how things may seem to change, Never forget who you are."

She turned around and began to walk away.

"No! not this time," Zuko exclaimed and he got up and began to chase after her.

He ran down a hallway and into the throne room. There he was confronted by a familiar face. The hall of Edoras transformed into the fire nation Throne room, and in the middle of it all was Azula.

"Zuzu!" she exclaimed, "How I've missed you, do you like my new attire?"

She spun around. She was wearing a long red dress and her hair was half up half down. In her top knot she was wearing the Fire lords crown. Zuko's eyes widened. He ran towards her lunging for the crown. But then two guards seized him.

"I knew you would!" she said, "but now, I can't have you getting in the way of me ruling my nation."

"No!" said Zuko. As the guards dragged him away.

He closed his eyes but when he opened them he was confronted by a giant eye, made of fire. He turned away and found himself kneeling on the floor surrounded by hundreds of spectators. He was thirteen, his father was approaching him.

He tried to get up but his hands were stuck to the ground. "Not again," he said under his breath.

He looked up to see his father, but when he looked into his eyes. They were both engulfed in flames with one jet black slit down the middle. Next, came searing pain.

He stumbled back and looked around. He was in a new scene.

He was standing in front of all of his friends. Aang, Sokka, Katara, Toph, and Suki. Then he saw Mai walking towards him, she was wearing all white. It was their wedding day. She smiled, he returned the smile.

They met at the altar, as the sun was setting. They looked towards the officiant to see that it was Uncle Iroh. Except something was different.

He was clutching his side. He was badly wounded.

"Uncle!" exclaimed Zuko, "You're hurt!"

"We were outnumbered, ten to one. The Uruk-Hai were too many," said Iroh, "We could not be saved, but you had to hide your bending to protect your identity."

"No!"

Iroh began to fade away. He looked towards his friends who also began to fade away. He reached out but it was too late they were all gone.

"Mai!"

Her white dress began to stain red as she fell to the ground. Zuko caught her. But before he knew it, she died in his arms.

"You see what you have become, Zuko," a voice spoke, "You have destroyed everyone around you."

The scene faded and he was facing the flaming eye.

Zuko tried to fire at it, but it was undamaged.

"You cannot destroy me, Zuko, we are one in the same," it spoke, "I am a tyrant a supreme ruler, and so are you..."

A mirror came between them, Zuko looked at his scarred eye and gasped. It was made of flame, with one black slit for a pupil.

He woke up, clutching his eye. Still feeling the excruciating pain from that day, four years ago.

"It's okay Zuko," said Katara.

Katara and Aragorn were sitting at his bedside.

"My eye..."

"Is burnt and ugly as ever," said Katara giving him a friendly nudge, "Now go back to sleep, your sister can't find us here."

Even though, his sister wasn't the one he was worrying about.

Toph

She woke to find herself in a forest. On the floor, next to her were merry and pippin. There were many trees, stirring with life. There was something moving closer to her. Uruk-Hai.

Before she knew it, she was snatched up in a metal cage and was being dragged off.

"Merry! Pippin!," she screamed, "Help!"

She then metal bended the cage open to find herself facing a flame. She could feel the heat and the dark power. She didn't have to see to believe, it was the great eye.

"Toph Beifong," the eye spoke, "A true mind of metal, so emotionless, so coldhearted that you left your loving parents alone at home and worrying for their blind little girl,"

Toph felt tears welling in her eyes.

"Join me, and I can make you who you were meant to be."

She could feel her legs transforming into metal, it was rising towards the top of her body. She was slowly becoming a statue. She tried to struggle against it, but it was encasing her whole body.

Then she heard screams in the distance.

"My friends!" she exclaimed.

"They were getting in the way," the eye said, "besides, if you're not gonna use your bending to protect them, why should they even exist."

"No!"

The metal was still encasing her body. She heard her Mother and Father's voice.

"Why did you let us go Toph? We needed you, We love you," they said.

"I love you too," said Toph as the Metal rose up to her neckline, "But you can't make me something I'm not, No one can make me something I'm not!"

With all of her resistance she metal bended all the metal off of her.

Then she started falling, like Gandalf in moria. She fell and would not stop. She could not sense any rocks or metal near by and she tried to grab on to something but she kept on falling. "I need you guys..."

She woke up, startled. Shaking.

"Toph, are you all right?" asked Pippin.

"I'm fine," said Toph.

"I know this forests a bit scary Toph, but we'll be out of here soon," said Merry.

Even though the forest is not what worried her.

Aang

Living trees throwing rocks at a black tower, armies of Uruk-Hai marching upon a stone fortress, Nazgul attacking a white city.

"These visions," said Avatar Roku, "Are of a battle yet to come, so great and so terrible that there is no hope of winning,"

"There has to be some hope," said Aang.

"There is only hope in the benders," said Roku, "The only way this battle can be won is with bending."

Aang gave a reluctant gaze.

"Are you prepared to show middle earth the power of bending? Or will all fall to wrath and destruction?"

Aang turned away.

He popped back into his physical form to see Sokka standing in front of him.

"Rise and shine great-bridge guy," said Sokka, "How was your journey to the spirit world?"

Aang hesitated.

"So? Gonna tell me anything?" asked Sokka.

"Sokka, we need to bend," said Aang.

"What?"

"We need to bend, that's the only way to win the war."

"Aang, think about it, what do these people fear the most?"

"The dark power of Sauron..."

"and what does it look like when you throw fire, blow powerful winds, make giant waves, and earthquakes while your eyes and tattoo's are glowing."

"The dark power of Sauron..."

"Exactly, I mean, for a first timer, it's scary stuff."

"But what if it's necessary, what if the fate of middle earth lies in that one puff of air, or whip of water, or rumble of earth, or flicker of fire."

"Then we have to do what is right for middle earth and it's people, just like in the war before."

Aang looked at Sokka straight in the eyes, "Just like in the war before."