As they neared the village, all three kids stared for a moment, and then frowned. Something was different, something was wrong. Katara looked out, and she shivered.

Wanting to hide what she saw, she sat next to Aang and said "Soooo…um…how is Appa feeling? Should we give him his next bath soon?" Aang ignored her, and stared, biting his lip. "I can't believe it…this can't be happening."

Sokka looked farther into the distance. He was pretty sure this was all a dream. "I'm …going back to sleep." He said nervously. Katara's eyes grew wet. "Oh no…" she said quietly.

There were several dead bodies of different warriors lying around on the ground. Blood soaked the floor. The hills around the village were black, and smoke filled the air. Several of the houses and shops were torn apart. Silence hung in the air like death, exactly what they smelled. It was the most frightening scene young Aang ever saw in his short life.

Aang dropped the reins. His hands shook. He shook his head violently in denial. Tears soaked his cheeks. "No…no..it's not true!" he yelled.

Katara put her hand on Aang's shoulder, but she was almost in as much shock as he was. She stared at the village, unable to believe the horror that she saw. "Aang…" she whispered, wanting him to look away desperately. 'What happened?' she thought to himself. She wanted to hug him, but both were in so much a stage of terror they couldn't look away.

Landing on the island, Aang looked around, still crying. He felt faint, and his throat was dry. "No…" he whispered, completely unable to speak. Katara gently wrapped her arms around him, wanting to look away. Even though he wanted to accept her gesture, he pulled away in fright and denial. Katara grabbed his hand. "Aang…" was all she could say.

Sokka woke up from the seat on top of the bison. He rubbed his eyes again, then whispered to himself "No..its still all here. It can't be real. It can't be…"

Aang fell on his knees, crying in terror. It would scar him for his life. Sokka finally spoke. "We..we…I can't believe this.." He shook his head, his eyes shining. He refused to cry. But his eyes were red, and his shook slightly.

Katara finally spoke. "We have to see what's going on…make sure there are survivors.."

Sokka nodded, tears brimmed his eyes, but they wouldn't fall. Searching the horrible scene, they saw more and more things they could never imagine in their wildest dreams. Aang screamed, and suddenly seeked the comfort Katara tried to provide. He buried his head in her shoulder, shaking, more tears forming by the second. Katara wrapped her arms around him, and said "Aang..we're going to find out what's going on…its not your fault. Everything will be okay." But she didn't even believe herself. Aang shook his head, his cheek red, and his eyes sore and puffy. "No…it won't be…" was all he managed to say.

Sokka looked around wildly for someone, someone to explain. He needed to see Suki. He HAD to. Finally, he started to run. It was all too much. He began to yell out his loved one's name. "SUKI! SUKI PLEASE!" Katara stared at him, and quietly said "Sokka…stop.." She didn't even know Suki, and came to the conclusion that Sokka was going crazy with fright and sorrow.

After an hour of running, way on the other side of the island, Sokka saw something he surely didn't need to see. Shouldn't have seen. There lay the teenaged girl. Suki was gasping for her last breath, blood dripping through her cloths, surrounding her, almost swallowing her. Her arm reaching out, she called Sokka's name. She wouldn't forget him.