This is pretty much the same chapter 4 as before, but I kinda fixed it. Hopefully it's a bit more plausible now, not as confusing, and a bit longer. Sorry I haven't put in a new chapter in awhile, I'm kinda busy and this story isn't a big hit anyway, so there's no demand for it to be updated quickly.

Don't own Avatar, and rated for violence, language, and possible later fluff.

When Zuko and Sokka got back to camp they found the others still awake and waiting for them.

Before anyone could say anything, Iroh said, "I need to tell you what is going on." Everyone stared at him expectantly. "Aang, you are the Avatar, master of all four elements. Katara, you are an aspiring waterbender, Sokka, you are a water tribe warrior, and Zuko, you are a firebending prince." Everyone stared at Iroh with their jaws on the ground.

"Um, no, we're not. We're four normal teenagers. I don't know what you're on, old man, but there is no such thing as a 'bender'." Sokka said.

"Let me start from the beginning." Iroh sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, wondering where to begin. "You three were best friends. Sokka, you and Katara found Aang in an iceberg..." Iroh continued to tell the story of the three young people, while everyone listened intently. Iroh got to the part about the North Pole triumph. "So, then Yue kissed Sokka and became the moon spirit, therefore defeating the fire nation. There was a lull in the war as the firenation licked their wounds and glared at their enemies. Aang managed to master all four elements, just as the comet was coming he went to the fire nation capital and challenged Ozai. It was a magnificent site, a 13 year old boy battling the Fire Lord. Anyway, to make a long story short, Ozai won. After all, Aang was only 13 at the time.

"I didn't know what to do! I desperately sought out Avatar Roku, knowing everyone was about to die and the world thrown into chaos. Roku, extremely reluctant, but softened by my pleadings, gave me a mighty spell. A spell able to take your souls and put them into an entire other dimension. A place where bending isn't possible, a place called earth. I took your souls and placed them into that world, in the body of a baby. I tried to replicate all the souls of the people you have met and were close to, so your bodies and minds on that earth would be similar to those that were here. In order to replicate the souls, I needed a bit of the person who I was replicating. Unfortunately, as I crept upon the sleeping Fire Lord, he woke. I-" Iroh stopped here, and ignoring his last statement he continued again.

"This was a more effective solution than I could have ever hoped for. The fire nation, after their lord disappeared after their apparent vicotry didn't give up, but without a leader they were eventually crushed. Balance was restored. Everyone was happy. Except..." Iroh looked so tired. "Everyone wants the Avatar. We need the Avatar. There are no more air nomads left. The balance has not been restored. The world lost the Avatar once, they cannot wait again. The earth kingdom is now slowly taking control, accusing the fire nation of bringing this upon them. Everyone cries out for the Avatar."

"But, what am I supposed to do?" Aand cried desperately.

"Fulfill the Prophecy." Iroh stated.

"Prophecy?" Everyone looked at Iroh.

"You didn't tell them about the Prophecy?" Iroh reprimanded Zuko.

"It slipped my mind." Zuko replied, his eyes dark.

"When I defeated the fire lord and sent him to the other dimension, where he had disappeared there were words of fire inscribed on the walls. It said;

A brief time of peace, then once again chaos will reign, but this time a hundred fold. Two paths will be revealed, and if the right is not taken even the Avatar cannot restore peace. Four heroes will come back after death, yet one will betray. The way will be dark, the courage will be tested. The fate of the world is held on a silver thread." Iroh recited solemnly.

"Four heros... Return from death?" Katara whispered. "Is it talking, about us?" Iroh nodded.

"One will betray..." Sokka said. "One of us is going to betray the others?" Iroh nodded again.

"Argh! My head!" Aang clutched his head in his hands. "I don't understand! You said the air nomads have tattoos all over their bodies, where are mine? Where is the scar Zuko supposedly got from his dad?"

"Since you were born into different worlds, different things happened to you. In order to make the spell less complicated, I kept everything as close to this world's happenings as possible. Aang's coma, Zuko's father rejecting him, these were all a result of this world."

"So, if Zuko's father was also "reborn" into our world, does that mean it's been 40 years since we've been gone?" Katara asked.

"Katara! You actually believe this?" Sokka yelled at his sister.

"No, time does not work the same in these two dimensions. Only 14 years have passed on this world, the same amount of time Aang has been alive. Also, I did not get the Fire Lord's soul, as I said before. I only replicated it."

"But, but, all my friends! Are they all from this place too?"

"Not all." Iroh said gravely. "Only a few. I only replicated the souls of the people you were close to, and their real bodies are still here. Including you girlfriend, Suki." This he said to Sokka.

"So the people we knew are not really real." Sokka said glumly, grudgingly thinking that this just might be real. It was too outrageous for it not to be.

"They were!" Iroh said animatedly. "Only replicated! Their personalities and appearance are similar, but since they grew up in a different place they are still their own selves!"

"Will we ever remember what happened here, in this other life?" Katara asked, her voice quivering.

"I believe there is." Iroh said sadly. "But I do not know how."

"I, I'm going to sleep." Aang couldn't take it anymore. This was too much, too sudden. Everything was too confusing, Aang only understood parts of this story. He didn't know how to handle it, he wasn't even sure if he believed it. Aang, with a blank expression on his face, curled into the smallest ball possible. Iroh nodded understandingly, and he motioned for the others to follow Aang's example. Just as the sun rose the five heros went to sleep.

A/N-

Not as long a chapter as I wanted, ah well. Hopefully the explanation was plausible. I might have left a few things out, so if you're confused tell me. This is turning into a longer fic than I had originally planned, so if it's not a booming success I may be doing some MAJOR plot rewrites. Urgh, and the prophecy sounds lame beyond REASON! If someone's good at poetry, please be uberly nice and write me a nice little prophecy... Please?