AN: Ok so not much hoora in this chapter, it's really the move-along chapter...we always love these ones don't we? Also, there will be about...3 or four more chapters before this story has come to its end. It's so sad to say that, but it's true. This has been an amazing adventure, and I am glad that all of you have come and joined me on it. All that I ask is that you run over to my sequel, 'haven't figured the name yet' and check it out! When I post the last chapter, I'll tell you the sequel's name and look forward to seeing what you all have to say about it!

So tell me, How do you feel now that this story is coming to an end?

Are you looking forward to the sequel?

How do you think this first segment will end?

Answer those questions when you review, I'd love to see what you all have to say!

Ok, enough of my rambling, go on, read and enjoy!


Another week had passed and it was coming down to the wire. The comet would arrive in three days time and everyone had to be ready.

During the week, the gang had gone to see a play by the Ember Island Players, Zuko and Seiran were the only two who grumbled about going in the first place, saying that they were the worst theater troupe in the world. The others however eagerly wanted to go, even Ozai and Azula…which was rather odd, but everyone decided to go for the hell of it.

The play turned out to be a disaster. It depicted everyone in a light that well, didn't truly appreciate. Ozai, Zuko and Azula were seen as traitors who had funky hairdos and exotic makeup depicting their true emotions. Aang was a flying bald lady, Katara was an over emotional speech giver who cried all the time, Sokka was a retarded southern peasant who talked about meat all the time. Toph was a big, muscular, ass kicking machine, Suki was some painted woman with balloon warrior pants, Jet was a loser with straw sticking out of his mouth, with crazy hair and a hook for one hand…and crazy eyes as well. Jin…well she wasn't even in the story and Nikko well, he was the heart throb commander that all the girls in the play had fallen madly in love with, but his eyes were set on only one…Katara.

That had caused an issue in some sorts. Zuko knew that Katara and Nikko had gotten rather close, especially since he was her personal body guard at the harem…but rather he dismissed any implications that were floating around in his mind. If Katara did not love him, she would have told him so.

After seeing the play, everyone had gone home and shrugged it off, except one.

At the end of the play, Aang watched his death, he had seen that scene play over and over and over again through his mind for the past several days and finally he couldn't take it anymore.


Present:

Aang sat alone, apart from the others as he fiddled with his dinner. His mind was reeling on what had happened during their training session earlier and for some reason he couldn't just shake it off.

Flashback:

"What's the matter with you?" Sokka demanded, his face only inches away from Aang's, "If this was the real deal you would have been shot full of lightning by now," he yelled, swiping his hand across his neck.

Sighing deeply Aang averted his gaze, "I'm sorry, I just, I couldn't do it ok," he whispered, his eyes traveling over to the 'Melon Lord's' head, "I didn't feel like myself."

With an angry grunt, Sokka swung his sword, slicing part of the 'Melon Lord's head off, "There, that's how it's done," he stated, leaving the young Avatar in his wake.

Aang's horror stricken face looked down at the melon that had been severed from the training dummy's body, he watched as Momo ate away at the inner contents. Could he bring himself to kill someone, just for the sake of world peace?

End of flashback


"No he's far worse; he's a traitorous scum bag!" Sokka declared, slamming his cup down onto the ground. These words caught Aang's attention, bringing him forth from his memories.

"But he's still a human being," Aang muttered softly, catching everyone's undivided attention.

Zuko, unlike Sokka, asked in a calm yet disgusted manor, "You're defending him?"

Hearing that, Aang's eyes widened, he quickly jumped from his seat and began waving his hands in the air, "No no don't get me wrong. Fire Lord Zhao is a horrible person and the world would be better off without him but, I don't know. I just don't think that I can bring myself to taking another human beings life, even if it is Zhao."

Katara looked at Aang sympathetically, this wasn't easy and she knew that having him commit murder went against everything he was taught by the monks…but sometimes, things had to be done in order to protect all that they love.

"Hey!" Aang exclaimed, drawing Katara from her thoughts, "Maybe we could make big pots of glue and I could use glue bending to bind his hands and feet, that way he can't bend anymore!"

Zuko finally snapped, "Yea and you could show him his baby pictures and talk about his fondest memories and he'll turn good again!"

Aang's face lit up brilliantly, as if he truly believed Zuko's sarcastic remark, "You really think so?"

"NO!" Zuko yelled back, causing Aang to sigh in defeat as he began to pace.

"This is so messed up. This goes against everything the monks taught me! There's just got to be another way then taking away his life," Aang groaned out, his hands running over his face.

With a mouth full of food, Sokka cut in, "You're the Avatar, if it's to ensure world peace, I'm sure the spirits will forgive you," he shoveled food into his mouth again.

Aang's shoulder's began to shake and Katara already knew what was about to take place, she braced herself, "This isn't a joke Sokka!" Aang yelled, catching everyone except Katara, Zuko and Seiran off guard, "You have no idea the kind of position I'm in!"

Trying to calm him down, Katara stood, ignoring Seiran's attempt to pull her back down, "Aang we do understand it's just—"

"Just what Katara? Huh?!"

This angered her, never had Aang yelled at her like this, nor had he ever treated her so harshly.

Balling her fists she shot back, "We're just trying to help!"

"Well when you figure out a way for me to defeat the Fire Lord without taking his life, I'd be glad to hear it!" with that, Aang stormed off, leaving everyone discombobulated and shocked.

Katara was angered, how could he just walk away?

"Aang come back here," she started off after him, but was stopped when someone bared a hand down on her shoulder, she turned back, it was Seiran.

"Let him go," he smiled at her tenderly, his voice low and soothing, "he needs to figure this out on his own."

Katara nodded, giving a sigh of defeat before smiling softly, "Ok."


Like I said, tiny move-along chapter, the last few will be epic, so be prepared! Alright, so, what did you think?