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AN: I'll try to update at least every other day, and if I don't, well, live with it. For any of you who don't know who Haru is, he's this--a description from the Distant Horion site:
"This is Haru, a teenage boy who has probably lived in this village his whole life. He's an intermediate earthbender, and learned everything he knows from his father who is also an experienced earthbender. Haru despises the Fire Nation for controlling his village and taking away his father, but he won't act on those feelings because he knows what the consequence would be if he did. He's rebellious enough to want to do something, but not enough to actually do it on his own. And he would be on his own; all the other villagers have given up on fighting back. He lives with his mother in a farmhouse higher up on the countryside, but they also have a shop inside the marketplace. Despite the Fire Nation's rule, Haru secretly practices his earthbending in a gorge far outside the village. Because Katara's inspiring words and courage left quite the impression on him, he's grown rather fond of her. ...He also has beautiful grass-green eyes. "
Hope that helps! Here's the chapter!
"Zuko, you haven't given the men an order since you told them to head east last night. Is something wrong? Why aren't you rambling on about The Avatar as usual?" Iroh asked Zuko as they sat together in a room sipping tea. (Iroh's suggestion).
"No, Uncle, I have everything I need, all we have to do is wait for The Avatar, which he should be here soon, and question the prisoner girl while we have her on board." Zuko finished, smirking at his own brilliance.
"Okay, then." Iroh said as he left to go meet the prisoner.
As she sat up, things came back into focus and Katara stretched, lifting herself up. Rubbing her eyes, she said blearily, "Wow. That was a horrible dream. Man, I'd sure be scared if I really were on Zuko's ship, and he had locked me up in a cell that looks…exactly like this." Katara said as she looked around, and soaked into realization.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she yelled, waking up the guard that was "guarding the door" so that he whipped around, angered.
"What the—oh, you're up." The guard said dully, going back to sleep.
Katara plopped back down on her butt and noticed a pain in her stomach—there wasn't any wonder there, she hadn't eaten for almost an entire day. She went over to the guard and asked politely, "Do you by any chance have some food? That I can have?"
The guard growled—a SECOND time he had been awakened!—and said, "No. If the Prince offers you some, you can have it, but he told me that you in particular aren't supposed to get any." And he bit into a juicy peach right in front of her.
Katara glared at him, but asked, "what do you mean, 'me in particular', who else is here?"
"Just some other prisoners, but not in this section. Now shut up and go to bed." The guard said, getting more irritated.
"Fine." Katara said grumpily, just as a knock on the door was heard.
"Come ON, Aang, are you heading north?" Sokka asked Aang frantically.
"How do you know? What if Zuko's going east, west, or south just to throw us off?" Aang asked back.
"My instincts tell me to go north, and it's more realistic that they'll be going that way because Zuko will have already gotten Katara to tell him where we're heading, and since that way is north, it'll be the only way to get Katara back." Sokka commanded, and Aang dispiritedly agreed, trying not to think about the time Sokka's instincts had almost gotten them and an entire village killed, in the long run.
A knock on the door, Katara thought, Yay! It must not be Zuko, for he wouldn't knock, he would just barge in! But she was still cautious.
But instead, another man walked in: a short, overweight man with—FOOD! He was carrying a tray that held a tea kettle, tea cups, rice balls, and fish! Katara thought she had never seen a more delicious—looking meal.
"Hello, my name is Iroh, a retired general, and you must be the prisoner Prince Zuko told me about. Hmm." The man said, "you look starved, here have this." He pushed the tray toward her.
Katara remembered this man from their visit with Bato, just a few weeks or so ago, and she accepted it with a "THANK YOU!"
"So. I hear my nephew decided to bring you on board, aren't you one of the Avatar's companions?" Iroh asked politely.
"Yah, he's using me as bait or something," Katara said sourly, "Hey! Wait, did you say Prince Zuko's your nephew?"
"Yes, why?" Iroh asked peculiarly.
"Oh, I don't know, you two are just nothing alike, but is there any way you can get me off this ship?" Katara pleaded.
"I'm sorry," Iroh truly looked it, too, "But if I let you off, I'm sure my nephew would kick ME off the ship, and I've made many enemies in my time, so it would not be very pleasant. And then there would be the fact that I wouldn't even have enough money to buy my tea, and…" Iroh went off to talking about other things, until finally he realized that she was still there, and got up to leave, promising to bring Katara food if Zuko kept starving her.
Katara sighed and lay back down.
"Where ARE they?" Aang asked desperately, rounding on Sokka, "You were WRONG! They aren't going this way! Now it's your entire fault that I'm never going to see Katara again! You and your stupid instincts SUCK!
Sokka shifted guiltily in the saddle, trying to think of a way things would work out—Why was Aang acting like he doesn't care at all?—and then he realized something.
"Hey! We were already far north before we lost Katara, and then we've been heading north for a while now, so we are probably getting close to the North Pole!"
Aang didn't speak. He knew they WERE close to the North Pole because of what Sokka had said and the fact that the temperature was freezing, but he had a horrible choice to make. Do I sacrifice one of the only friends I ever had that always stood by my side, or let the Fire Nation eventually control the world?
AN: Dun, Dun, Dun…hope ya liked it, and I'll update soon. Read and Reply, or story goes BYE! BYE!