The moon washed over the river, causing it to look like quick silver as it bubbled and gurgled. The green leaves, in full bloom for summer, were still in the humid night air. A boy was sitting cross legged with his eyes closed on a smooth flat rock overhanging the stream. He looked to be not breathing; the rise and fall of his chest was so light and slow. Stars twinkled overhead, their reflections dancing across the water.

An unseasonably cold breeze blew behind the boy; it silenced the air which several moments before had been humming with buzzing wings and chirps. His eyes snapped open and he leapt down from the rock, grimacing at the sudden jolt of pain when he hit the ground. Wobbling, he tried to regain his balance. He quickly unsheathed a small engraved knife with a Fire Nation emblem on it and glanced around the clearing. He held his breath, anxiously waiting to see what was approaching him.

"Hello Aang." A ghostly apparition appeared before his eyes. He was an old man, with a fire nation crown on his head and a long beard as white as snow. He wore a long pearly robe, emblazoned with dragons and fire.

"Avatar Roku!" the boy said with a gasp of relief. He gazed into his eyes, but as usual the previous Avatar's eyes gave away nothing. "Is something wrong?"

"I understand you have a refugee in your group. Would you care to explain?" He said staring Aang squarely in the eye. His gaze made the young avatar squirm like a fish on land.

"I don't even know why she's here. She claims to have been-"

"Aang, I know the story. I am a spirit, after all. What I mean is what you plan on doing."

"Well, she can't stay here, I mean look at what she's done. And she's no friend of mine, I don't care if she left her father or not. I will never let her near anyone I care about, just so she can hurt them again." This comment was met by a quizzical star from Roku, one of his eyebrows were arched. He looked at Aang and Aang glared at him.

"You know Aang; one of the greatest problems with our race is that people seem to never be able to forgive one another. Instead they turn to hate and it isn't long before hate turns to violence. We are a young race with much to learn. But there is goodness and courage in everyone; it just takes the right person to help them find it. Tolerance begins with acceptance and only then will peace come." He said his gaze shifting to the stars.

"But Roku she's my enemy!"

"Honestly Aang I expected better of you. But if this is how you must be, remember keep your friends close and your enemies close…"

His form suddenly faded. Aang looked at where he'd just been, puzzled by Roku's sudden disappearance. That was at least until he saw a form step through the branches and groaned, not because of who was coming but because this was the first time he had talked to Roku in weeks.

"Hey Twinkle-toes. Who ya talking to?"

Aang smiled and sighed with relief. He was completely on edge ever since Azula had crashed, literally, into their camp.

"No one."

"Yeah right. So I must've just imagined hearing your voice and then responses?"

"Yeah well you must have been hearing things because-"

"I can tell you're lying." she replied in a singsong taunting voice.

"Why do you have to be like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you know everything. Can't you just go with the flow for a change? Or even agree with someone? Toph, it's so annoying!"

"Jeez, Twinkle toes, I didn't know you would be so sensitive. And anyways this is who I am. If you want me to change fine, but I tell you, you won't like the other side of the fence!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" She stormed back into the forest, rocks and pebbles cracking as she went. Aang glared after her for a few moments before simmering down. Why does she do this to me? Why does she have this effect on me? Deep down inside he knew the answer but wouldn't believe himself. She had looked so angry, and he was afraid with what she meant "You won't like the other side of the fence!" He didn't mean to agitate her, and he knew what he said wasn't fair. After all, he had been talking and as far as he knew no one could hear- wait a second, no one he knew of could hear spirits speak. So why did Toph hear them? Aang shook his head and jumped when he felt loose strands of hair brush his forehead. He would probably never get used to the feeling of something on his head. And he was also slightly overloaded with all that had happened today. Between Azula, Roku and Toph sudden supernatural ability to hear spirits, he needed a lot of time to meditate. And what better time than under the warm summer moon?

I am sooo sorry this took so long. And I really don't like this chapter that much, but I'm going through writers block right now! Please R&R! Criticism is welcome, just not flames!