Liah waited by the gate to Qui-Gon's quiet, little village for the Gaang and Saphira. She had met Qui-Gon as he was searching for the source of Appa. She had needed some time to cool off, though, so she sent him in the right direction and found the village. As Liah waited, she thought of her family back home—in America. Her mom must have been so worried. What if her mom didn't feed her bunny while she was gone? Liah shook her head. The bunny probably would of died of grief before he died of starvation.

As she waited, Liah got the eerie feeling she was being watched. She turned around, but no one was there. She clenched her fist. "No one's there; no one's there; no one's there." She repeated her mantra a couple times.

"Boo!" Saphira yelled.

Liah jumped. Saphira was giggling. Behind her was the rest of the Gaang and Qui-Gon.

"Someone's here!" Saphira said, assumingly having heard Liah's mantra.

"Kitty?" Liah asked, not realizing this.

"I wish. We discussed this; she's probably with Toph." Liah sighed and nodded.

Qui-Gon led them into a building, where they ate, and the situation was described in detail to Aang.

"I've got an idea: let's find this monster and beat him up!" Sokka pounded his fist into his empty palm and nodded with a huge smile on his face.

"How about no," Liah replied.

"Fun-sucker."

"Idiot."

"Fire Nation."

Liah got mad. "One day, you'll have to think things through. Good luck."

Sokka stuck his tongue out. Liah slapped him.

"Who's violent now?!"

"Still you! Leave me alone!" Liah screamed, running out of the building.

Saphira, who had been gawking at them, along with everyone else, looked at Sokka. "Will there ever be a day when you don't make her run away in anger? I'm sick of it. One of these days, she'll get seriously hurt and it will be all your fault."

Sokka frowned, feeling compelled not to yell because of her calm manner. "Well…she'll deserve it."

"Why? For living? She can't help being Fire Nation, or Muslim. That's just her," Saphira fought her urges to scream and yell, knowing that staying calm will leave more of an effect. Of course, Sokka ignored her. Maybe screaming was more his language.

"She's so mean!" Sokka said.

"In some circles."

Liah came back in, calm, and sat back down. "Sokka," she said icily.

"Liah," he countered.

"Will you two stop? All you do is bicker! Go over there and bicker all you want!" Aang yelled suddenly.

Liah and Sokka walked off grumbling. "This is all your fault," Liah said.

"How is this my fault?!"

"You're the one…nevermind. It wouldn't make sense. Boys." She sulked off by a window, watching the sun go down. She managed to tune out Sokka yelling in her ear.

"It's coming! Go Avatar!" Qui Gon yelled.

Aang got pushed out of the door while a large black and white monster started smashing stuff.

"It looks like one of those aliens from Ben10," Liah said.

Saphira considered it. "Yeah."

"Aang's gonna get killed! I got to help him!" Sokka yelled as he bolted out the door.

"Sokka, wait!" Katara yelled, but she was held back.

Liah managed to dart out the door. She hopped on Sokka's back and tried to slow him down.

"Get off me!" Sokka yelled.

"You'll be taken by the monster! You need to turn back!"

"Aang's in trouble! I have to help him. That's what good friends do!" Sokka said. "Although you wouldn't know anything about that." He managed to distract the monster.

Liah hopped off of Sokka's back and tried to pull him into running away, but the spirit-monster picked them up in its gigantic fist.

"Sokka! Liah!" Aang yelled. He threw his staff at the monster. "Alright! That's it! I've tried to negotiate, but you've got my friends! Let them go or else!"

The spirit-monster yelled blue light at him and ran off into the woods. Aang chased him down, but before they knew it, Sokka and Liah were dropped in the spirit world.

"What the…where are we?" Sokka asked.

Liah remembered the Legend of Korra episodes Kitty had made her watch. She gulped, her heart starting to pound. "The spirit world," she answered a shaky voice.

"Are you scared?" Sokka asked in a teasing tone.

"No shoot, Sherlock! Whatever you think of you'll see!"

"And why should I believe you? Geez, it's all your fault we're here in the first place! You no-good—"

"I'M SORRY, WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?" Liah asked, snapping. "ALL I REMEMBER DOING IS EXISTING! SORRY FOR BEING BORN THIS WAY! OH YES, I'M A FIRENATION, SO I BELIEVE IN GENOCIDE FOR ANYONE NOT FIRENATION! LOOK, A PUNY WATERTRIBE BOY! KILL HIM! AND I'M MUSLIM, TOO! I MUST BE A TERRORIST OUT TO GET YOU! I'M GOING TO KIDNAP YOU AND SLIT YOUR THROAT FOR FUN! THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK, IDIOT! ALL YOU'RE SAYING IS THAT I'M A NO-GOOD FIRE NATION AND MUSLIM, SO I MUST WANT TO KILL EVERYONE! I'M NOT! I ACTUALLY HAVE MORALS, AND IF YOU BOTHERED TO GET TO KNOW ME, YOU'D ACTUALLY HAVE LEARNED SOMETHING, NOW WOULDN'T YOU?!" she screamed. She punched him in the face and ran away.

Sokka wiped his bloody nose and reached to wipe his hand on a tree. "Hey, keep that stuff away from me!" the tree said, jumping away. That startled Sokka.

He pinched his nose and thought of a hanky. Magically, one appeared under his nose.

"You're welcome," said a man. Sokka heard it in a different language, but his mind magically translated it.

"Um, thanks? Who are you?" Sokka asked nasally.

"My name is Allah."

"Allah?" Sokka asked. "You mean that person Liah's always treating like the superior spirit? You're real?"

Allah nodded. "I don't like the way you're treating her. Why don't you put yourself in her footsteps?"

Before Sokka responded, Allah pointed his finger and a bunch of scenarios ran through Sokka's head. Most of them were Liah acting stereotypically toward him, and some girl, who he was apparently best friends with. Then there was Saphira, trying to make him feel better.

As soon as guilt started to pound through Sokka, the visions stopped.

"I think you owe her an apology. And while you're at it, tell her she needs to wear her hijab more often." Allah disappeared in a flash of light.

Sokka wondered where Liah had ran off to. He walked a couple steps and around a corner and found her, crying under a tree. For some odd reason, one of the tree's branches was patting her on the back.

"Liah?"

Liah stood and whirled around. Her eyes and nose were red, and she looked at him with anger on her face. "Come to tease me again? Well, give it your best shot. I don't care what you have to say." She scratched the back of her leg with her foot.

"Uh, I didn't realize what you're going through," Sokka muttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"What was that?"

"I'M SORRY!" Sokka yelled.

Liah backed up a step. "You're sorry?" she repeated, amazed.

"I felt your pain, and saw a bit of your past, and stuff, and you're not as bad as I thought apparently. You really care about your friends, I've seen," Sokka said awkwardly.

"How?" Liah asked, bending down with her hand hovering over a particularly large rock. She kept eye contact with Sokka, only looking down to make sure she was actually going to pick up a rock.

"Um, some guy came up to me, speaking some weird language—"

Liah asked him a question in Arabic.

"Like that! And he showed me your story."

"What was his name?" Liah asked.

"Allah, I think." Liah's fingers curled around the rock.

"Are you kidding? Say this," she slowly enunciated the word meaning, swear to god.

Sokka butchered it as he repeated the word. "What does that mean, anyway?"

"Swear to God, like I'm not lying and if I am I'll go to hell," Liah answered.

"Hell?"

"Right, this world's different. Anyway, hell is a bad, bad place, and if you sin, you'll go there when you die. How the heck did you even talk to Allah? He doesn't exist here."

Sokka shrugged. "I don't get it at all. But, um, so, like, Zuko will go to hell when he dies?"

"I wish." Liah looked up, "Actually, I don't! But no, he probably won't."

"Why not?"

Liah scowled. "Uhhgggh! Becaaaaaauuusssee… he's stupid," she whined.

"Yeah, he is. But seriously!"

"Stupid Zuko have to stupid reform and stuff." Liah groaned in a very ugly way.

"You're not going to answer, are you?"

"Saphira make me swear not to tell, sorry." Sokka nodded.

"Wouldn't want you to go to hell," he said. Liah laughed.

They started walking. Liah kept her rock incase there were any intruders near, informing Sokka that bending wouldn't work here. They slept for a couple hours, and continued on. Sokka began to complain about having to pee.

"SHH!" Liah screamed all of a sudden.

"Liah, really?"

"What?" Sokka asked, looking around confused.

"Kitty?!" Liah asked, staring at a girl who looked exactly like Kitty, except a couple of years older. The Kitty look-a-like was sitting criss-cross applesauce on a rock in jeans and a faded school t-shirt with a laptop on her lap. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail, but many strands hung over her face.

The Kitty look-a-like pulled off her golden-colored glasses and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "No, not Kitty."

"Who are you talking to?" Sokka asked. Fake-Kitty snapped her fingers. Sokka saw her, saying, "Oh."

"Kittyaceres? You're stuck here too?"

"It's the price of having OC's that know you exist, sadly. But don't call me by my screenname. Call me Hannah."

"Your name is Hannah?" Liah asked.

"No. I went to some website that gave lists of popular baby names for my birth year and picked the one at the top of the list. The last time my name was popular was the forties." Hannah pouted.

"Of course," Liah said. "We'll never know your name, will we?"

Hannah smiled and pointed to the laptop. "Sorry, identification protection."

"What are you two talking about? And what is with your clothes?" Sokka asked.

Hannah gasped like she had just heard a rude comment. She bent over her lap-top and tapped at it.

Against her will, Liah walked over and slapped Sokka.

"Ow!" Sokka complained. "What was that for?" Hannah typed at her computer more. "I am bound to this spot, and you are rude," he said, as if possessed.

"You couldn't have said that yourself?" Liah asked.

"It's more fun this way!" Hannah argued. She typed at her computer a little bit.

"I am an idiot," Sokka said. "What! No I'm not! Take that back you…you…wielder of magic you!"

Hannah stuck her tongue out at him. "Nice insult."

"Hey, Hannah, if you typed, 'Hannah stood up and walked away,' couldn't you just walk away?"

"I can stand up, but I've got a three-foot bubble for walking. Plus, it wouldn't work unless I put my actual name in, and I don't want to do that, incase the people on the internet find out."

"That's a little paranoid."

"Well, yeah, but it's safe that way, too. I'm protected from the cyber-bullies!"

"No…"

" 'Hannah is protected from cyber bullies, said Liah'," Hannah recited.

"Hannah is protected from cyber bullies," said Liah.

Sokka walked behind Hannah and hit a button on the keyboard. "What is this thing?"

"It's a laptop computer, and it's mine, so don't break it!" Hannah yelled, standing up and trying to evade him. She hit her apparent three-foot bubble and rebounded into Sokka, knocking him over. She rubbed her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.

"That's not funny! Can I see this thing?" Sokka asked.

Hannah motioned for him to sit down and put the lap-top in his lap. "Hit the keys on the keyboard."

The keys morphed into Chinese. Sokka looked at it with joy and hit a bunch of keys over and over.

"Stop that!" Hannah yelled, slapping herself over and over.

"Why are you hitting yourself, why are you hitting yourself, why are you hitting yourself?" Sokka taunted.

"Real mature, Sokka! Give me that!" Liah returned the keyboard to Hannah. She dragged Sokka away by his ear.

"Liah, wait! What episode is this?"

"You're the author, shouldn't you know?" Liah asked.

"Well, I forgot," Hannah said. "There's no wifi here."

Liah nodded. "It's, um, Winter Solstice Part One."

"Thanks. Now for some serious-ness."

Liah turned around. "What is it?" Sokka continued walking.

"Well, no matter how much she tries, Kitty can't leave this world."

"So she is with Toph!" Liah said.

"No!" Hannah replied. "You'll find her sooner than you think."

"When?"

"It's a surprise!" Hannah said. Liah sighed. "And she won't want to join you. Even I have no control over her. I'll wake up one day, and a Kitty Chronicle—that's what I've named them—will show up on my computer, showing me bits and pieces of her whereabouts. She's being incessantly sneaky about the whole thing, but I get the feeling that she's turning it into a game."

"What makes you think that?" Liah asked.

Hannah tapped at the mouse to her laptop and turned the thing around. On the screen were the words: "Let's make this a game. You manage to help Saphira and Liah find me, and I'll come back and be on your stupid show."

"Specific," Liah said sarcastically. "Really helpful."

"Wait, there's more." Hannah turned the computer to face her. "Blah blah blah, you two have to do it on your own, and the Gaang can't know."

"What?" Liah complained.

"Kitty's got plans, apparently."

"Good plans, or bad plans?" Liah asked.

"I don't—hey, she's updated!" Hannah said excitedly. "Wow that's weird. Usually I only wait for other writers who aren't me to update. I feel so strange."

"Yeah, strange."

Hannah closed the screen, having not read it yet. "I have some good news: I've got a little power over this place, as I've illustrated, and I managed to get Unmei to escape. She's still in her prime time."

"Who's Unmei?" Liah asked.

Hannah looked up, as if sensing something. "You'll have to ask Saphira." She was beginning to talk quickly. "Unmei will help you on your quest, although I don't—"

Suddenly, a portal sucked Liah back into reality, before Hannah could finish.

"You're back!" Saphira said, hugging Liah.

"Yeah, and I've got a hell of a tale!" Liah said. She dragged Saphira away, and gave her a recap.

"Whoa."

"Whoa is right," Liah said.

"But, Kitt—Hannah is the author! Shouldn't she have total control?" Saphira asked.

"Apparently she doesn't. She banged into nothing. And there are files on her computer that she didn't write!"

Saphira thought about it. "And we're not allowed to tell Aang and them?"

"Tell Aang and them what?" Aang asked, walking up to them.

"It's nothing," Liah said. Knowing that Aang was probably going to recall his adventures in the Spirit World, she cocked her head and said, "You wanted to speak to us?"

"Uh, yeah. I got a message from Roku." Liah and Saphira listened patiently while Aang recalled it.

"I'm all for it, let's go right now!" Liah yelled.

"At least someone's on board," Aang grumbled.

"Sokka and Katara don't like the idea?" Saphira asked innocently.

"No!"

"Let me talk to Katara. I think I can convince her. We got really close these past twenty-four hours." Saphira stood up to walk over to Katara and Sokka.

"And I'll talk to Sokka!" Liah suggested.

Saphira laughed. "Probably not a good idea…"

"No, we're totes close now," Liah said.

"Really," Saphira said, unconvinced.

"Well, we can talk to each other with out going into a screaming battle. Close…well you know what they say."

"'bout as close and a turtle and a duck!" Saphira said. "But seriously, how did this happen?"

"Well, I don't think that's what they say, but Sokka claims to have talked to Allah, God for you, and now he's all nice to me. I made him swear, but I don't really believe that Allah actually talked to him," Liah said.

"HELLO? TIME'S A WASTING, PEOPLE!" Aang shouted uncharactaristicallly.

"Sorry, Aang. Let's go!" Saphira said.

They finally convinced Katara and Sokka to go.

The girl walked through the forest. She was pretty sure that she was in the right spot.

Soon enough, a Freedom Fighter dropped down next to her. It was Jet.

"Say, what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" he asked. "The woods are dangerous. There are killers everywhere."

"Like you?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes for effect.

"No! Like the Fire Nation. You'd better come with me; they're everywhere."

"How do I know you're not with the Fire Nation? You could try to put me into one of your camps," she replies, grinning slightly.

Jet lowered her hood. "Definitely not Fire Nation. Just chivalrous. Wouldn't want a pretty girl like you to get hurt, now would we?"

The girl curled her lips over her teeth and released them, keeping them pursed. "Well, aren't you a chauvinistic boy?" she said. The words came out a little icier than she meant for them to.

Jet chuckled. "I believe the word you're looking for is chivalrous."

"I believe the word you're looking for is deluded," she retorted. "Your reputation precedes you. Mostly from the Fire Nation soldiers, but I don't have any other sources. I don't know what to believe."

Jet pursed his lips, deep in thought. "Well then, why don't I show you just how I am?"

"I know what you'll do to purge the world of evil, Jet," she said sharply. "And yet, I'm still here looking for a sign-up sheet."

"Well, then, miss. What's your name and qualifacations?"

"I'm avoiding someone, I'm an earthbender, I'm a bit psychic, and you're going to learn not to get in my way if you don't recruit me," she said coldly, grabbing Jet's shirt as if she were about to punch him.

Jet writhed around. "And your name?"

"You may call me Indigo."

"Interesting name, Indigo."

"Well, when I look at a rainbow, it's hard to know where the blue ends and the indigo starts, exactly."

"Well, I guess you're in, Indigo." Indigo let go of his shirt and smiled.

A/N: Yay, I got that out of the way.

But seriously, I have a serious question.

You know how some author's stories go like this:

"Well, you see, every single star is actually a flashlight pointing at our thirty miles of earth. And pizza is just mayonnaise with red blobs of paint on it. Now, for some geology: the earth is going to end tomorrow. 2+2 is bacon, and the first president of the Unites States was Lady Gaga. If you turn to your left, you can see Slenderman about to eat your face off. Oh, and you have a craving for pickles. But you're allergic to pickles."

"Oh, cool!"

See what I'm getting at here? The information bringer seems to talk really fast, and usually the stuff they're saying is broad and skeptical. But then, the person they're talking to is all, "Oh, wow! Let me follow you blindly because in the end, I'm going to end up following you anyway, so let's cut back on time by taking out reality."

It's stupid.

I want you to tell me if that's what's illustrated here. I need to know, please! (See the conversation between Liah and me.)

If I ended up writing like that, I'm going to be so upset, but I wrote it, so I know what the intended tone was. (I'm aware that I did this in a previous chapter, but that's not what I'm focusing on.)

I need to know!