Abraham took Isaac's hand and led him to the lonesome hill.

While his daughter hid and watched,

She dare not breathe, she was so still.

~Arcade Fire

Jin looked out the window to check out what the commotion was, the sun was beginning to rise and Jet and his friends had not returned. She wasn't surprised as he always loved to cause trouble and she covered for him.

She looked in the direction of the noise and it was of course Jet and his friends, her eyes fell on a dark-skinned boy and remembered the water tribe girl. Lady Ming had locked her in there all night. She decided to go release her before her brother came in, but was interrupted by Jet.

"Jin!"

She turned around to see Jet and the other boys standing in the doorway.

"Why are you guys coming so late."

Jet smirked at her, "Look what we got."

He opened the bag and showed her the moon peaches they had stolen. Jin's eyes widened, where had they gotten so many. This would feed the whole orphanage. Before she could ask, the other girls and some other boys at the orphanage ran towards Jet to peak at the parcel. Their eyes widened and their mouth watered at the sight.

"Ok, Ok we can share some tonight an-

"Where's my sister?"

Jin looked at the watertribe boy, he had a stern look on his face and she was unsure how to answer the question. Before she could respond, one of the younger girls interjected.

"Lady Ming locked her-

"Sokka!"

All the children looked to the voice, Katara rushed through the door, catching Sokka off guard she jumped into his arms and gave him a tight squeeze. Sokka laughed in response, hugging her tightly as well. He finally released her and she looked up at him with such bright eyes filled with stories to tell.

"You'll never believe what happened, I met dad, a firbending prince, an earthbender who bent with badgermoles!"

Sokka was a little confused.

"You met dad?"

Dad was dead.

Before he could remind his sister, Jet cut in.

"You met a firebender?"

Katara looked at the boy questioning her, he was a head taller than her like the prince but he had a twig in his mouth.

"Who are you?"

He smirked, this was Sokka's sister? She seemed really fierce to him.

"I'm Jet, your brother Sokka is really good at sword fighting."

She turned to her brother, "You had a sword fight?!"

Sokka nodded, still wanting to question her about how Katara saw their dad.

"You're lying again aren't you?"

Katara recognized Jin's voice, her shoulders slumped as she tried to avoid looking at her.

"How did you get out of the room?"

Katara kept silent, she really didn't want to talk to her. She also didn't know how she got out. She remembered following her dad into the palace but then he disappeared, then she met the Firebending Prince and Toph who just drop her off here. She hadn't realized she had spent a whole night out of the orphanage and she was unsure how she got out.

"Here you are, the orphanage." The blind girl motioned as she brought them to the surface of the ground.

"Thanks, Toph."

The blind girl smiled and shrugged her shoulder in response.

"Do you think I'll see you again?"

"Maybe. I have to go home now, my parents don't know I snuck out."

Katara wondered if Lady Ming or Jin knew she was gone. Would they be angry at her, she wasn't sure.

"Bye Katara."

She stomped her feet and the ground opened up. Toph jumped in and the ground closed up going back to how it looked. Katara decided to walk back and noticed the big orphanage building. She had been asleep when the captain dropped them off and she finally saw it for the first time, for what it was. Katara thought it looked like a prison.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She felt an arm shove her backward, waking her up from her thoughts.

"Jin leave her alone." Jet replied.

The girl stepped back rolling her eyes. "Whatever".

"Here, your brother helped us get these today. You two can share one."

Katara looked at the moon peach in excitement. She'd never seen moon peaches so big. She took the fuzzy fruit from Jet's hands and he smiled at her causing Katara to smile back.

"Thank you, Jet."

Jin witnessed the interaction between Jet and the girl and she didn't like it one bit and stormed off in annoyance.

"Come on Sokka! Let's share this!" she pulled on his arm and the siblings went out the back to sit on the stairs.

Katara pulled out the knife she had gotten earlier and divided the fruit into for pieces, giving Sokka the bigger pieces.

"Where did you get a knife?"

She looked at the weapon, unsure what to say.

"I got it from a prince when I followed dad to a palace."

Her brother quirked his brow unsure what to say.

"You don't believe me do you?"

Why did no one believe her?

"Katara, dad is dead remember?"

Her eyes began to sting and Sokka noticed she was on the verge of tears. Dad wasn't dead she had seen him. He had touched her.

"Katara."

"But I saw him."

Sokka sighed and pulled his sister into a hug.

"Maybe it was just a dream" and maybe she got the knife from the kitchen, he thought to himself. She let it go and began to sob onto Sokka's shirt.

Katara knew it wasn't a dream, especially when she had healed herself from the prince's burn. Healing! An idea came into her head and she immediately pulled away from Sokka.

Quickly wiping her face she looked at Sokka with her face all brightened up again.

"Wait right here Sokka!"

She ran inside as fast as she could but bumped into someone. It was Jet and he looked at her with the twig in his mouth. Before he could talk to her she quickly asked him hastily.

"Where is the Kitchen?" Jet pointed to a direction and Katara quickly followed it.

She carried a bowl of water left on the sink and brought it to Sokka who remained where she had left him. She brought out the knife again and made a cut on her arm. She hissed in pain as tiny streaks of blood flow of her arm.

"Katara! Why did you do that?!" Sokka gasped with concern.

Before he could question her any further, she dipped the bleeding palm into the bowl. The blue light appeared again and Sokka opened his mouth in awe as the cut was sealed back to normal.

The two siblings looked at each other with Katara smiling with accomplishment.

"Now do you believe me?".

Katara was a healer, with her water bending! Sokka was amazed, he wondered if she could heal the burn mark on his shoulder from that day. At at the same time, he was afraid, what if the Firenation found out and took her away. He grabbed both her arms and gave her a pleading look.

"Don't tell anyone about this"

Pulling her arms away she asked, "Why not?"

"Because" he paused. "I don't want the Firenation to take you away like they did with mom."

Understanding her face softened and she nodded in agreement. However, little did they know someone had witnessed the whole scene from the window. A little earth kingdom boy that carried a twig in his mouth.

Azula continued to attack her brother, but for some reason, he refused to back down as usual. It probably had to do with the fact that she had shown him her blue flame. She had decided not to reveal her discovery throughout the sparring match, but it was getting hard for her to keep holding back her strength for Zuko and very boring.

Wrapped in her thoughts she missed the incoming curved flame that Zuko shot at her and was knocked backward. Her brother approached her and it was odd seeing her on the ground and him standing to stare at her. It was always she who knocked him down first.

She looked over where her parents sat and noticed her father's frown.

It was directed at her, not him. That was different.

It was a strange feeling. Her heart raced with fear, no way was she going to disappoint her father. She was his prodigy and she wanted to show him she was worth that name.

Before Zuko could give her a hand, she balanced herself on her hand and gave a fierce spin kick. Blue flame emitted out, causing Zuko to jump back. She looked back at her parents and they were both on their feet. Her father carried a look of satisfaction and approval, while her mother's gaze carried the opposite. She looked at her with fear and immediately looked to Zuko with concern. Brushing it aside, she got back on her feet and delivered more quick flames at him.

Her flames were twice as hot which made Zuko unable to douse them with his. She kept advancing on him and the shocked expression she held when he knocked her down was replaced with her old wicked grin. He quickly lost his balance and fell on his back. Azula brought her foot up and rested it on his chest, pinning him down.

"What are you waiting for Azula? Finish him"

Both kids whipped their heads in the direction of their father's voice and he was seething with fury, waiting for Azula to obey.

"Ozai!" Ursa spoke out, but he ignored her and made his way into the arena. Their hearts began to race with every step he took. Zuko looked beyond terrified, tears began forming in his eyes. Azula continued to look wide-eyed as he approached them.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"B-But father"

"Why are you hesitating Azula? Were you not taught to hold nothing back when fighting an opponent?"

"Um yes father, but Zu-."

"You dare defy your father's orders!?" He hissed.

Azula remained silent. Zuko scurried to his knees and pleaded.

"Fathe-"

"Silence" he looked at his pathetic little son.

"Why was I doomed with such an incompetent excuse for a son!"

"Ozai!" Ursa rushed after him to the arena. "Why are you speaking like this?"

She shot Azula a dangerous look which caused the child to look away in shame. Ursa reached to grab Ozai's hand, but he moved away and continued speaking to Zuko.

"Your sister has been able to master such an advanced bending style but you! " his eyes narrowed

"You are supposed to be my heir! How can I trust you will make a good Firelord if you are so lacking!"

"Ozai that is enough!" Ursa's chest boiled with anger that she was unable to show. How dare he spout such words so carelessly, the walls of the palace had ears with DaiLi agents hidden around. He turned around to finally speak to her frowning.

"He is weak and a coward, just like you!"

Before Ursa could respond, Zuko interjected.

"But father, how can I be Firelord when cousin Luten is supposed to be the next Firelord"

Azula resisted to kicked her brother's feet as he talked. She had felt scared for her brother, but it was things like this, Zuko said that made her reconsider her sympathy. Even she knew dad would make a much better Firelord than the tea-loving kookiness who passed for her uncle.

Ozai's anger flared at his son's interruption. How dare he? Had he no ambition at all? Roughly grabbing his son's collar, he looked him in the eye.

"That kind of thinking will get you nowhere" Zuko began struggling from his father's grasp.

"I don't need an heir who will fail to carry my legacy to where it needs to be." He glared dangerously as the boy continued to struggle.

"So then, I will have to finish you myself!"

Igniting his fists he raised it up to strike his son, but a figure emerged to block the hit. Before he could deliver the blow, he doused his flame but the momentum of his hand caused his hand to collide with the figures face.

"Mom!"

Ozai stared at his wife coldly, he had never struck Ursa ever, but he felt a bit more power over having done it. She had fallen for his bait, now it was time to reel her in. She tried to get up and smiled at her son in pain. Before Zuko could run up to his mother, Ozai took her hand forcefully and dragged her with him back into the palace. The two children dare not follow their father, fear of what would happen to their mother kept Azula silent and caused Zuko to burst into tears.

He quickly wiped his face and looked at Azula angrily.

"This is all your fault!" He yelled, "I told you not to show your blue fire and you did!"

Azula stood there stunned at his accusation and couldn't say anything. She hadn't meant to, she hadn't wanted her father's disapproval and just wanted to show what she could do. Hiding behind her facade she smirked arrogantly

"I never said I wouldn't show it since when do I have to listen to you!"

"Don't you feel bad for what dad just did to mom?!"

She felt guilty remembering her mother's cold glare. Her mother only rushed to Zuko's defense, when her father ordered her to kill him. It wasn't entirely her fault, Azula quickly got defensive."

"If you hadn't talked back mom wouldn't have gotten hurt!"

Azula always lied, no way was it his fault. It was because Azula had shown her blue fire when he told her not to. He shouldn't have believed her when she said she would think about it.

Azula always lies.

"Go away Azula!" he yelled.

Her brother's scream took her by surprise and she refused to show how hurt she was. Hurt by her mother's fear of her and love for Zuko. Hurt from Zuko's anger at her and hurt from her father's one-sided love.

"Dad was right you'll never catch up!"

She huffed and ran leaving her brother behind.

She hurried into the palace before he could see her cry. She wondered what her father was doing to her mother and the thought terrified her. As she made her way through the halls, she turned the corner and found one of the overhead grating vents she had explored earlier and crawled in to forget what had happened.

She continued crawling through as the tears streamed down her face and heard muffled yelling coming from below. They belong to Ozai and Ursa, one of their rooms must've been connected below the vents and she pressed her ears close to listen.