A/N: It's so weird writing this, because I just never imagined I would be able to get to this point. I'm just shocked with myself. I've completed maybe one story in my whole life, but it was definitely not 36 chapters long. This is just really overwhelming. Anyway, I bet you can guess whats wrong with Ursa in this chapter, I made it pretty clear with all of her symptoms, but I'm wondering if you will all be able to catch it. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter! Thank you for all your reviews, and please continue to send them in! They are what keep me writing this story! God bless!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Avatar: The Last Airbender" or "Legend of Korra".

A dull ringing was pestering at her ears as she moaned in terrible discomfort, a sudden wave of pain washing over her. There was a pressure in her head that caused her to feel as if something was tied to it, and it was dragging her down. She didn't know where she was, but all she knew is that she was lying down on a cold, hard surface.

Her memory was foggy, she was catching bits and pieces of sad faces, a burning village, an empty inn so silent it was stiffling, and a slam of a door before her world was cloaked in darkness. She couldn't recall why her head hurt so bad, but the vein at the front of her head was pounding so bad that she could really care less what had caused it. She just wanted the pain to cease.

Through the ringing in her ears, she was able to pick up a quiet conversation between a few people in the room with her. One voice sounded vaguely familiar, but her head was filled with such a fog that she couldn't place it, but the other voices didn't sound like ones she had heard before. Her eyelids refused to open, and she felt an increasing wave of exhaustion wash over her,
masking the pain as well.

So she gave in to it.

The next time she became aware of her senses, she felt slightly better, though her ears continued to ring and her mind was still hazy as to what was going on. The girl's head was still aching with pain, but it was nothing compared to what it had been earlier.

The Princess fought with her eyelids, the skin covering her amber eyes, persistently staying closed the way they were. But after a few minutes of trying to regain her strength, she was able to crack them open, but then she wanted to shut them.

She was in a room with a single window, bright sunlight pouring through the pane as it created streaks across the cold wood floor. There was nothing in the room besides the window, and one wooden door that led to somewhere else in the building she was in.

Ursa thought back to where she had last been and realized that it had been the inn. But she wasn't in the inn anymore, she was somewhere completely different now.

Panic set in as she realized she couldn't feel her arms or legs. Her eyes opened again, though the young girl winced at the pain the light caused her, and she glanced down her legs to where her feet were. They were bound together by rope, restricting her from movement. She looked beside her to where her hands lay limply tied together, the skin tinged slightly purple from lack of circulation.

The Princess moaned as she tried to sit up, shifting her body to where she lay on her back. But that was all she could do.

Her limbs felt useless, and her head felt heavy.

Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Ursa could feel her heart pick up speed as her breathing became shallow and she began to panic. Hot tears pooled in her eyes, but she fought to keep them back, to not allow them to pour onto her pale face.

She didn't feel well, her stomach churned, and she was sure that if she had eaten anything, it wouldn't have stayed down.

With her hands tied in front of her, Ursa tried to conjure a flame, but she didn't have any energy to do so, despite the bright sunlight pouring into the room, causing her pain instead of helping her with her bending.

Through the ringing in her ears, she could hear footsteps and voices beyond the door that lay against the wall. They were all men's voices, angrily speaking to each other as they talked about what she assumed were tactics and battle plans.

That's when she pieced it all together. She had been captured.

Letting another moan escape her lips, she closed her eyes in frustration. Bumi had been right. This had been stupid from the start.

She was brought back from her thoughts though when the door opened, and her head turned sharply to whoever was holding her captive, through the pain she was ready to dish out many vengeful remarks. But for some reason, she stopped when she realized who it was.

Sho stood in the doorway, a solemn look on his face as he looked down at the glass of water he held in his hands. Those emerald eyes of his that had been so friendly at first, were now cold and distant. This wasn't the Sho she had met on the boat. This was the real Sho. A traitor.

He looked up and saw that she was awake, his eyes widened as they met her amber set, glaring at him with an anger that could scare a moose lion. Soon though he composed himself, taking on a buisnesslike manner.

"I was instructed to give you water."

Ursa raised her brows at him, as if in challenge, "I would have thought they would let me dehydrate. How thoughtful of them I must say to provide me with this. Give them all kisses on the cheeks for such sincerity," Her tone was clipped though hoarse, and she could see the surprise in his eyes at the Princess's dark sarcasm.

"You would mean nothing to them dead."

The Princess scoffed, turning her gaze away from him and to the ceiling, her words laced with venom, "Well then maybe I should just resist everything you give me and make myself useless."

Sho slammed the door shut behind him as he walked into the room, his boots echoing angrily off the floor as he crouched down beside the Princess, his hand grasping her shoulder roughly as he forced her into a sitting position. Ursa hissed in pain, but wouldn't allow herself to yell. She wasn't giving him what he wanted.

"You will drink it. I didn't go through all that trouble to have you rebel."

Ursa pursed her lips, amber eyes narrowed at him as he forced the glass to her lips. She sat for a moment, eyes still ablaze before allowing herself a drink of the cool liquid. The water washed down the sore skin of her throat, relieving her of a pain she hadn't even registered was there.

Sho pulled the glass from her lips before she was finished, causing her to growl a bit under her breath in anger. The young man ignored her though, letting go of her shoulder, expecting her to fall back onto the wood floor but Ursa surprised him. She was holding up her weight and looking expectantly at him.

"I went back for you."

Sho nodded knowingly, his expression hard, "I knew you would."

The Princess held her glare for a moment before she shook her head in disbelief, "This was planned from the beginning, wasn't it?"

The young man chuckled darkly, "No it really wasn't" He raised a dark brow at her, "I just thought you were a pretty girl in the beginning. I didn't know who you really were."

"And you do now?"

Sho chuckled again, a smirk appearing on his features, "Of course, why would I have brought you to the rebel forces if I didn't, Princess?" The last part he said in a taunting whisper, causing a shiver to run down her spine and her heart rate to increse. She hadn't been adressed by her title in so long, not including Bumi's snarky little nickname, that it caused a shock to run through her.

"When did you know?" She wracked her brain for any tale tell sign she had given, a detail she had overlooked in the making of her plans. But her thoughts were still hazy, and thinking too much on it was causing the dull ache in her head to intensify.

"The day you disappeared, saying you needed to think," Sho shook his head as if he couldn't imagine her believing him to be so naive, "I knew something was up ever since you had jumped from your window. I just hadn't known what it was. Later that day, I had been looking through an old news report in one of my Father's old journals, and I stumbled across a portrait of the royal family. The girl in the picture certainly resembled the girl who claimed her name was "Honora". Then when you snuck out later that night, I saw that you were wearing a red robe instead of a green one like the rest of your wardrobe. The collar on that robe, was the collar only royals in the Fire Nation wear. That's when it all clicked."

Ursa's face visibly paled, and she attempted to keep the water sloshing in her stomach down. That strange look in his eyes, that's what that had been. How could she have been so stupid? Why had she worn that robe instead of her others? Of course it had the pockets for her knives in it, but she could have used another one and stuffed them all in her boots.

"You aren't nearly naive as I took you for."

Sho shrugged, "Maybe your judgement isn't as good as you think it is, your highness."

Ursa rolled her eyes, directing them towards the window where she could see the shapes of neighboring buildings with rebels bustling along in front of them, "So, what now?"

"You are going to be used as bait," The young man smirked again, causing the Princess's blood to boil at the look of triumph on his face, her hand urging to wipe that expression right off his features, "What better way to lure the Fire Lord here than to tell him we captured his daughter? And then when we are able to capture the Avatar's son, it will all come together perfectly.""

The girl's heart beat pounded in her ears then, fear washing over her as she realized that she had walked right in to the trap that was going to bring this rebellion to an end much quicker than people anticipated.

"The General is going to ask for his position in return for my safe return, correct?"

"Exactly."

A small smile found its way on to the girl's features despite the situation. She had just practically told the young man that she somehow knew who led the rebellion, yet he hadn't even picked up on it. Not as naive as he seemed, hm?

"What about Bumi?"

"We don't know about him yet."

Then something that had been irking Ursa since weeks before resurfaced, causing her to gasp slightly as she made the connection, "Your father is working for the rebel forces, isn't he?"

Sho nodded his head solemnly, arms crossed over his chest, "Yes."

Ursa's face turned into one of disgust as her voice raised an octave, "Sho, how could you do this to both your mother and Akimi? How could you put them in this kind of position?"

The young man's stance turned defiant as his hands grasped his hips, his words seething through his teeth, "Who do you think I'm doing this for?! My father and I were offered great positions for when this rebellion is over, and I don't plan on allowing my sister to go another winter with limited food, or my mother to go another season where she has to worry about the number of guests we have! I'm doing this all for them!"

His loud voice caused the pain in the Princess's head to increase, but she ignored it as her eyes glared right into his, "Did you see their fear during the raid, Sho?! How could that be helping them at all?! You are betraying them!"

"Don't tell me what I'm doing!"

Ursa shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut in aggrivation, "You are just as naive as I had originally thought, but it goes so much deeper than that. You think you are performing a selfless act, when all your doing is being selfish, and only concentrating on yourself."

The words hung in the room as both let them sink in. Ursa then realized she hadn't been only addressing Sho when she had spoke those words.

She had been talking to herself as well.

Her decision to come here to protect Bumi, had seemed so selfless to her in the beginning. But just like Sho, she had only ended up doing all those things for herself. She wasn't helping anybody by being locked up in a room in a rebel's camp. She certainly wasn't doing what she had originally came here to do. In fact, the Fire Nation's future might as well be placed in her hands now as the bad decision she had made, may be something that others will have to pay for.

"When will they be contacting the Fire Lord?"

Sho looked at the girl suspiciously for a moment before his quiet reply slipped forth, "After the rebels attempt to regain this town, we will be presenting you to them and requesting that they contact the Fire Lord and inform him his daughter has been taken captive."

Ursa gave a shaky nod, "Of course, let the United Forces do all the dirty work."

Sho didn't know how to respond, so he just shook his head at the girl, grabbing the glass he had set on the floor and walking over to the door he had entered from.

"You will be fed one meal a day. Don't expect any royal treatment either."

The girl chuckled darkly, "I'm being held captive as a Princess and you aren't handing me fruit tarts sprinkled with rose petals? I'm shocked."

The boy slammed the door shut, causing Ursa to grimace as the noise struck her ears, causing a heavy wave of pain to grip at the back of her head where she must have been struck originally.

She saw scratches lining the skin of her arms where her training sleeves had hiked up, dried blood caked around the injuries. Looking down at her dark pants, she realized there were a few small rips, where she could see little cuts lining the skin there too.

Sho must have carried her through the woods to this village. The exact village she had been spying on days before with Bumi and Mako. The young man must of accidently bumped her into thorn bushes and sharp branches.

Who knew if he did it on accident anymore though?

The Princess continued to fight another wave of nausiation as she lowered herself onto her back again. Her hands and feet fighting against their bounds as to loosen them and allow some feeling to come back to them.

She wanted to fight, she wanted to escape, she wanted to knock a few rebel's heads for being so stupid to think they could keep a Princess as a prisoner. But something was off in Ursa, she could feel it. Her head ached in a way it never had before, and the need to throw up kept washing over her. She was beginning to fear she may not have escaped her initial attack, without sustaining a serious injury.

Never before had Ursa regretted a decision as much as she did in that moment.