Notes: So, I just want to take a quick moment to thank my reviewers, as I have hit 40 reviews! WOOT! I couldn't have done it without you guys. This is unbelievable to me as the first part of this series got 19 reviews and this is a sequel!! Can you believe that?

Anyway, this is the chapter all you people have been waiting for, for some time now. You all wanted to know Haana's secret eh? Well sit back and enjoy the incredible weirdness I made up in my spare time. (Which is all the time really, as I have no life which is also a good thing for you if you like my stories.) P.S. Do they have nighttime in the South Pole? Anyway, this is mostly a filler episode, but the next won't be, promise. LOVE YOU GUYS! AND GIRLS!

It was a bright night, lit by the stars and the full moon. Everyone else in the tribe was asleep, except for Haana and Joy. They stood side by side near the water in the frigid cold. The ice below Joy's feet crunched as she shuffled her feet. Haana shushed her immediately.

"What are we waiting for?" Joy asked impatiently. Haana said nothing. She just kept staring at the ice cold water. But the water was actually warmer than the air at this time of night. Joy shivered through her layers of clothing. It wasn't just cold, it was unnaturally cold, as if someone, or something, didn't want them up at this hour.

And then Joy watched as Haana pulled a ball of water out and held it in her hand. Then she began to shape it. It flattened into a disk shape, and then Haana made it hover in the air before her. Joy knew that this was advanced water bending. It was easy to control water once you got the hang of it. But it had to move, you had to give it life. Keeping water in one form too long was against the laws of nature. Water was always changing, Haana had told her. Zak was the only boy in the village who could hold a ball of water in form for a full minute. Zak, I wonder if he likes me… You never can tell with boys. He might like me, and he might think I'm gross. Either one is equally possible.

Joy gasped as the surface of the disk began to darken. It turned black, and suddenly an image began to form. Joy gasped again as the blurry picture became clearer. Beads of sweat appeared on Haana's forehead, and the arctic cold froze them into ice droplets. But she made no move to wipe them off.

"Joy," She said, "lend me a hand would you?"

Joy concentrated on the disk as well and the image became clearer and clearer until Joy could make out the faint outline of a woman in a kimono. She felt her strength being sapped in the process. Keeping the image there was hard work.

And then, the woman spoke.

"Hello Haana," She said, "Any news?"

Haana shook her head. Joy wondered if the woman was doing the same thing as they were. It was a technique called scrying that only the Gifted could do. She didn't look like she was. Maybe someone was doing it for her…but how many people were like her and Haana?

"Hello Laana. It's been a long time my sister."

Joy gasped as the woman, who was slightly younger than Haana herself, smiled sweetly. But then her expression grew grim.

"Actually, I have some bad news of my own. One of our agents who was undercover hasn't been heard from in several days. We fear that she has been captured."

Haana looked angry.

"And you can't do anything about it?" She said through her teeth.

"I'm afraid not," the woman said sadly, "If that is not the case we may accidentally blow her cover and expose the organization's place. Our best option is to wait a few more days."

"But she could be dead by then!"

"Such is the price Haana. If I could do anything I could, but I'm only the messenger, you know. Iroh fears the same things. The whole order is in a state of panic. Zerek remains one step ahead at all times."

Haana bowed her head.

"Do you feel it sister?"

The woman nodded.

"I know what you mean. There is something very dark happening. There is talk of an assassination plot, but I fear something much, much worse is at hand. I, along with the other Gifted, fear there might be a rift. That creature that took the Avatar's wife…" She trailed off, "It's all happening too soon."

Joy was about to ask what a rift was when the woman said, in a much cheerier tone:

"So how's Joy? Is she doing well with her studies?"

"She told the Avatar and his wife they were having a boy." Haana answered.

"Is that so? Give her my best wishes."

"You can, she's right here." Haana said, and moved to disk of water in front of Joy's face.

"Hello Joy! I'm your Great-Aunt Laana! You probably don't remember me, because the last time I saw you, you were just a little baby! My you look so grown up! The spitting image of your mother!"

Joy flinched at the mention of her mother. Haana had told her that her mother had died when she was only a baby of an illness, but Joy was beginning to suspect otherwise. She had never known whether or not she even had a father. But that was silly. Everyone had a father. So where was hers? Haana had never mentioned him, nor did Joy ever ask after he first attempt, where Haana had told her simply that she didn't have one.

Haana clenched her teeth.

"We have to go now, Laana. It's past Joy's bedtime."

Joy looked to Haana, embarrassed that she would say such a thing.

"Ok, then. See you tomorrow night Haana, while the moon still is great." She said, and the image disappeared. Haana let the disk drop to the snow, where it disintegrated.

Joy looked at her feet. She had suddenly been thrust into an adult world which she had no idea what was going on in. And Haana had kept this all from her for all these years. She wondered what else Haana had kept from her…

"Why don't you like your sister?"

"Because she thinks being gifted makes her better than others. She is arrogant."

"Then why do you talk to her?"

"Because, she is family, Joy."

This struck a chord in Joy. 'Because she is family, Joy.' Family. Family. I don't even have a family.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Joy asked vaguely. Of course, Haana knew what she was talking about, just as she always did.

"I didn't think you needed to know, until now. You weren't old enough."

Didn't think I needed to know? Why wouldn't I need to know that my grandmother is a member of the-

"What about my mother?" Joy asked angrily, "She didn't die from getting sick did she?"

"I'm not talking about your mother. Not now."

"Why? You don't think I can take the truth? I never even knew you had a sister! You always lie! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of the lies! I want the truth!"

"That is enough!" Haanna yelled, You can't handle the truth!, "Now go to your tent!"

Joy ran off toward the village, teary eyed.

It's best if she never finds out. Haana thought as she looked up at the moon.

The Next Morning…

"Aang! Aang wake up!"

Aang opened his eyes sleepily. When he saw Katara's face, he just smiled and rolled over in his hammock, going back to sleep.

"AANG! There's a ship coming!" She yelled.

This had Aang up in a heartbeat. He leapt out of the hammock and landed on his feet.

"Is it Fire Nation?" He asked her. Whoa, Katara sure is getting huge…

"It's not a Warship, if that's what you mean." Katara answered. Even though the war had been over for over a decade, the memory of what had happened only eight months ago still lingered in their minds, like a cobweb that refused to be brushed away.

Aang leapt out of the tent and flew up the steps to the village wall. When he was going, he noticed that the villagers apparently hadn't forgotten about what had happened either, as they were rushing about madly. Once he reached the top, he saw that Sokka was looking down in surprise. It was only a small fishing boat. And not Fire Nation. The build was that of the Earth Kingdom.

"Hey twinkle toes!" called a familiar female voice from the deck. Aang smiled. This is gonna be fun…

TBC

Notes: So there it is my people. Chapter 10. I hope it was worth waiting so long to read. Forgive me if my idea for Haana's secret seemed lame. I actually got it from the Eragon books, (Cheers to Christopher Paolini), except the concept and overall design of the ability was completely my creation. Instead of spying, the technique is used to talk to others from afar.

So review please my fans! And be patient, because after Saturday's chapter

Azula's Cooperation

the next chapter on Wednesday will be called…

The Gaang's All Here

Unfortunately, I'm going to Salem next Wednesday, so I might have to post the chap on tuesday the 13th, or I could just start posting chapters once everyone reviews... YOU DECIDE!