Chapter 10

Much later, we still didn't see anything. I was starting to lose hope. Starting to get sleepy, I nodded a couple times and slid down slower in Appa's saddle.

"Look! That's got to be Aang!" yelled Katara suddenly. "Yip, yip!"

I was completely awake as Appa let out a groan of joy and began drifting down towards the cave, almost hidden by ever-growing heaps of snow. He landed with a THUMP, spraying snow everywhere. We could just barely see Zuko and Aang come out of the cave. Katara and I hurriedly slid off Appa.

"Here for a rematch?" asked Zuko, narrowing his eyes.

I laughed at his idiocy. Katara smiled as she bended some snow to easily counter his firey attacks.

"Trust me, Zuko, it's not going to be much of a match."

Together, we thrust him up into the air with an easy flick of both of our hands. Did he really think he was going to beat TWO master waterbenders? For the first time, I noticed that Aang was tied up in a suffocating wrap of rope and blankets. Sokka was busy undoing the knots.

"This is some quality rope!" said Sokka as he pulled apart the last knot.

"We need to get to the oasis; the spirits are in trouble!" said Aang, jumping up and airbending himself onto Appa.

"The spirits? I asked. "But nobody knows about the oasis except us!"

Aang ignored me. He was looking at Zuko, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"Wait," he said. "We can't just leave him here."

He jumped down, grabbed Zuko, and airbended himself back up.

"Um, yes," I replied. "We can."

Sokka seemed to agree with me. "Come on, let's go."

"No, if we leave him, he'll die!"

And that's a bad thing? Sokka once again seemed to read my mind.

"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense," he said sarcastically. "Let's bring the guy who's constantly trying to kill us!"

Aang was very persistent, however, and we ended up taking Zuko back onto Appa with us. We rode until we were nearly back to the water tribe, me and Katara watching him very carefully in case he woke up. Suddenly, I felt a small shock, like I was electrocuted for a fraction of a second. Then I felt nothing. Yue let out a small groan. When I looked over, she was clutching her head in pain.

"Are you okay?" Sokka asked, both me and him rushing over to her.

"I feel faint," she replied, putting her arm on my shoulder to balance herself.

"I felt it too," I said. "And I wouldn't be surprised if Aang felt it as well. The Moon or Water spirit is in trouble."

"It's the Moon spirit," said Aang, also clutching his forehead.

"I owe the Moon spirit my life," said Yue. I looked up. She had never told me anything about this before.

"What do you mean?" asked Sokka. Yeah. What did she mean? I should know about this, I was several months older than Yue.

"When I was born," said Yue, "I was very sick and weak. Most babies cry when they're born, but I was born as if I was asleep, my eyes closed. Our healers did everything they could. They told our mother and father I was going to die. My father pleaded with the spirits to save me. That night, beneath the full moon, he brought me to the oasis and put me in the pond. My dark hair turned white. I opened my eyes and began to cry, and they knew I would live. That's why they named me Yue. For the moon."

I had so many questions. Father knew about the oasis? Yue had brown hair, not white naturally? Where was I when this happened? Before I could ask any of these questions, I happened to look up. I gasped. The moon was a deep red.