Hey, everyone. I guess my second story is a hit. Thanks to all the reviewers.

Isaia: That's why I made her the way she is. She is so different that she doesn't belong anywhere. She doesn't fit in.

Kryah: Sorry, I'm still working on your story. This isn't it.

Gohan is MINE not yours & Spirit Shadows: Yeah, I took some words from Inuyasha. When I thought about writing this story, "What is a half-breed?" and "Mama, why are you crying? I just fell," came to mind. Sorry.

Aangiscute: Hey, I love Mickey D's too. Yum. Dollar Menu! Lol!

Here's the next chapter.

The Girl in the Snow

As the wind and cold tried to take her, Stella held on to her sweet memories. She would never let them go. Little did she know that the reason her memories were fading was because of a spell. A man stood behind her with a golden staff. Purple rays were coming out of it and hitting Stella, draining away her memories. The man frowned as he finished taking what little she had left. He decided to leave her with the fact that she was a half-breed.

He pulled out a sword and stabbed her in the side. She moaned but soon fainted not from the pain but from the cold. This would be the perfect chance to finish her off. The man knew that he should kill her. If he didn't, she could destroy the world with her powers. But then he looked at her. She looked so young, probably only fifteen. He had never seen such a beautiful girl. It broke his heart that he knew he had to kill her. He sheathed his sword and walked away. He figured she would either bleed to death or freeze. But he never expected her to be found by someone.

The snow and wind had finally stopped. It was safe for the three kids and lemur to come out of their hut. Aang stretched and pat Appa. Katara and Sokka soon followed him out of the hut. Katara twirled around and laughed as the snow started to fall lightly. "It's so beautiful! It's like a winter wonderland. It's almost like we're back at the South Pole." She missed her home dearly, but she knew that she and Aang had to get to the North Pole to train. Then Aang would go learn earth bending and fire bending.

They weren't far from their destination. They had been traveling nonstop for a long time. It was only because of the storm that hit them an hour ago they had to stop and rest. Katara saw this opportunity and decided to go for a walk. "I'm going to go look around," she said. Immediately, Momo hopped on her shoulder and smiled. "Do you want to come with me, Momo? Anyone else want to come?" Suddenly, they all heard a growling sound and they all looked at Sokka.

"What? I'm hungry. I'm going to start a fire and cook dinner." Aang looked at the water tribe warrior.

"I better stay and help. You might come back to burnt food." Sokka growled at the Avatar. Katara just shrugged it off and walked away. The last thing she heard was her brother yelling.

"BRING BACK SOME FRUIT!"

"What a pig," she whispered to Momo. She guessed she couldn't blame him. It had been awhile since they had stopped for food and they were running low on supplies. But they would be able to stalk up in a couple of days.

As she walked across the white blanket, she realized why she loved the snow so much. It was so beautiful and free. The flakes didn't have to fight against each other to be noticed. She wondered why the people of this world couldn't be more like that.

She was brought out of thought when Momo jumped off her shoulder and started digging in the snow. "What's wrong, Momo?" She walked over slowly and picked him up. "I don't think we'll find any food under there. Let's go…" She stopped when she saw a mitten sticking out where Momo had started digging. She started digging and uncovered an arm connected to the hand. She continued and uncovered an unconscious girl. She dragged her out of the snow and looked at her. The girl was very pretty and was dressed in a dark blue Eskimo coat like her own. Then she saw that the girl's clothes were covered in her blood from a side wound. Katara knew she had to get her back to camp.

Katara lifted the girl up and threw her on her back. Katara was surprised at how light the girl was when she started running back to the hut. She only hoped that she could get there in time.

The boys had just finished cooking dinner when Appa started growling. "What is it, Appa?" Aang asked. Then he saw it. Katara was running back with something on her back. "It's Katara."

"What is she carrying?" Sokka asked. When Katara reached them, she was breathing heavily. She also had a look of terror on her face. Both boys saw why. "What happened to that girl?"

"I don't know. I found her buried in the snow. She's bleeding really badly and I think she has hypothermia. We have to help her." They moved her into the hut and laid her down on a futon. Katara cleaned and bandaged her wounds while Aang and Sokka got some hot water and more blankets. Katara started rubbing the hot damp cloth against the girl's skin trying to get circulation in her hands and feet. As Aang and Sokka covered her up with the spare blankets, they noticed how beautiful she was. They continued to stare at her until Katara pushed them out of the hut.

"What was that about?" Sokka asked.

"I don't know," Aang said. "I guess we should start eating."

In the hut, Katara began to notice how pretty she was. She had soft pale skin and long blonde hair that was braided at the nape of her hair, just like her brown hair. It was funny. She had never seen anyone with skin so pale or blonde hair. But she didn't care about that. She wanted to save this girl. She had lost so much blood and she was so cold. She managed to get her blood circulating. Katara watched her as she slept peacefully. All she could do now was wait and see.

She then started looking in her knapsack. All she found in it was some food, a small dagger, and a bracelet with a name on it: Stella. Stella? She thought. That was a strange name. She looked at the girl and decided to take a short nap. Maybe she would wake up in a little while.