Lalalalala. I forgot to mention that this is a short story. It's only four chapters total; it goes right to the point and I didn't want to drag out the whole plot, making it pointless and boring.

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Avatar: The Last Airbender

Even the Great Fall Down Sometime: Chapter Three

"What makes you think that I will join the people that massacred my family for riches and power? I'd rather let myself be slain in battle than work with the Fire Nation. You and Zhao are no different in asking that."

Zuko moved again quite upset with Kisa's response. She readied herself to dodge but it didn't go for her. It hit Sokka in the stomach and sent him tumbling into the bushes behind them. Katara ran after her brother. Aang still had his hands full with Zuko's soldiers as they were quite persistent.

"There's no need to look around; it's just you and me." Zuko smiled.

Kisa evaded another contagion of fire and ran to the left of it. But suddenly, she felt that itch inside which meant water. She had sensed it before; it was Katara's skin of water. She was probably healing Sokka.

In her moment of hesitation, her one second of distraction, Zuko attacked. Fire surged up all around her in a tornado-like shape. Through the flames, she did not see the prince approaching. He did not treat her as a woman but as an equal, maybe even superior, opponent. To him, it did not matter if his opponent was female, male, old, or young; he would take them on with indifference. His fist pierced the fire and made direct contact with her middle.

Kisa couldn't even manage a scream as the breath was knocked out of her. Zuko tossed her unconscious body over his shoulder and quietly slipped away. When his men noticed, they too retreated. Sokka, not counting the nasty hole in his clothing, was fully healed.

"Kisa, where's Kisa?" Sokka asked when Aang was unusually quiet and her person was no where in sight.

"Zuko got her Sokka, she's gone." Aang said so softly above the rustle of leaves.

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Heat; there was nothing but heat when Kisa awoke. Her whole body was hot and sweaty. Her arms were chained to the walls and her feet shackled together. The chains were too short for any waterbending. She had never felt so separated from water. Yet from the rocking motion of the boat and that same old itch, water was right beneath her. But she couldn't connect to it; she didn't have the strength to. She assumed her prison was either the room right above the coal room, or the coal room itself. If she tried to bring up water, it would only make her area even hotter and humid.

"Here's your dinner, " announced and old man garbed in the colors of the Fire Nation.

Kisa stared at her pitiful dinner that was bread and water. She sighed because the water was such a small amount that if she used her imagination, the only use she could think of was bending it into a hand to slap the prince. She was eating the third bite of her bread, which was pretty good considering it was prisoner food, when she realized the old man was still there.

"What?" she said gruffly.

"Ah forgive me, I am Prince Zuko's Uncle Iroh."

"The Dragon of the West, I know." Kisa mumbled with her mouth full of her fourth bite of bread.

"You are well informed. Well, I shall leave you to your supper." With a wave he left Kisa in peace.

"Pervert." she thought to herself.

If it was already time for supper, which means that she had been out cold for most of the day. It was only morning when they reached the festival and it wasn't even noon when Zuko came. Another sigh escaped her lips when her brain finished estimating how much further she was from Ba Sing Sei now.

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Not a word was spoken since Kisa was kidnapped. They rolled out their sleeping bags and Sokka with the thought that he'd actually be sleeping in his sleeping bag. Her cloak lay folded in Appa's saddle.

Suddenly Sokka cried out, "We have to get her back." But they didn't have the time. Now that she was gone, they needed to go back towards the North Pole again for a waterbending master. They couldn't decide what to do; save a friend, or save the world.

"I wonder what they'll do to her..." Aang wondered aloud, bringing the memory of last night's conversation to mind.

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They four of them sat around the fire with nothing much to say since they were just tired. Sokka lay on his back staring up at the sky. Kisa sat up against a tree, twirling a leaf between her thumb and fore finger. Katara was mending something of Sokka's again by the firelight. Aang was playing around with Momo.

"Kisa, can I ask you a question?" Sokka asked.

"Sure."

"On anything."

"I guess…"

"Were you really born Fire Nation? How come you're a Waterbender?"

"I was born in a Fire Nation village but, they were against the war. Actually, my parents didn't even know I was the Extinguisher till I was 4. My mother was a Firebender; she didn't fight with her bending, she used it for house chores. She lit the stove with her bending one day and I tried to mimic the move. Instead of fire flaring out, water gushed.

"That's how I explain my gift. You know how Firebenders just create fire out of thin air? It's kind of like how I get my water; I grew up around my mother's firebending and those of the other villagers so that's why some of my techniques are different. I took some of them from firebending."

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Kisa woke up not knowing what time it was. All she knew was that it was past breakfast but not yet lunch due to her stale bread. She washed it down with giant sips of the little water. All this time, she had been sleeping with her left shoulder up against the wall. It had finally gotten to the point of soreness that it went numb. When she shifted to her other shoulder, nothing stopped her from moving.

She gasped and held her breath momentarily and then released it. Now she was mad. From the day she received it was a gift, her bow had never left her side. Kisa tried to stand up, forgetting her chains, and fell flat on her stomach. Just when things couldn't get worse, Prince Zuko walked in.

"Seeing the mighty Extinguisher like this is just priceless." Zuko mused and directed him men to pick her up.

"Don't call me that. I have a name you know."

He went on as if she didn't say anything. "I come with an offer that is to your advantage."

Kisa stared at him blankly, already with an idea of his offer in her mind.

"You have two choices at this point. You can be with us or against us."

"I'd rather rot in this pathetic excuse for a cell than work with your people." Kisa thundered.

"But your people are my people. You were born Fire Nation."

Kisa turned her face away from him, unable to deny the cold truth. Zuko knelt down and held her chin between his fingers. His eyes locked with hers and he said, "Really. I have to admit, this is a waste of a pretty face and talent."

Kisa snapped away from his strange touch, pushing him with her hands. It was clear she wanted nothing to do with him so he left. That left her with the entire day to think where her bow was taken. It could be in any of the rooms in the same hallway as her cell. Then again, if this ship was anything like the one she ambushed a year ago, it could be anywhere.

"When I get loose, I'll turn this boat inside out and find it. " Kisa thought out loud.

But for four long years, that day did not come. The years that were supposedly the prime of her life were spent rotting away in the boiler room that was her prison. Day in day out, she remained there and saw no more than the four walls around her, and heard nothing but the churn of the engine.

She waited patiently for her breakfast as she did the last 1622 days, somewhere near the end of five years of imprisonment. She had long since given up on trying to escape. Each attempt only resulted in long-term pain and a new scar. She waited but no one came with her daily bread, water and the newly added rice and vegetables. The last time her food was delayed was when Zuko and his men got the news that Aang defeated the Fire Lord.

Kisa sat still and listened closely. There was a loud thud on deck. She could hear hurried footsteps go by her door. Something or someone was causing a commotion up top. A couple of years ago, she would've pounded on the door crying for help. But she didn't care, the problem probably had nothing to do with her anyways.

"Kisa! " cried a distant voice; a familiar voice.

"Kisa, " he cried again and again, getting louder each time.

Kisa was fully alert realizing that she wasn't hallucinating. Nothing more than a raspy breath came out when she tried to yell. She quickly scrambled to her feet—Zuko had removed her feet bindings when it was obvious her spirit was broken—and began to pound on the iron door. The door swung open without any warning and Kisa fell flat on her face.

"Kisa! I'm so sorry, I should've said something first."

Kisa looked up and her jaw dropped open and her eyes popped. There he was, standing over 6ft tall, Sokka. He was no longer that scrawny 15 year old kid, but he was a lean 20 year old man.

"It's you...Why!" Kisa exclaimed, having found her voice.

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