Sorry it took so long. My school's spring musical has started and guess who has a principle role. I do. Is anyone familiar with the musical 'Little Mary Sunshine'? EXTREMELY IMPORTANT! MUST BE READ! I'll be dividing this large story into several smaller stories. This is the END of the Roman section right here! The next section will take us all from the time of the Vikings, all the way to the Renaissance. I don't know when that'll be made public but it'll be after me play is over. Performances are in April. So you'll all have to wait for about three months for this story to arise again. In the meantime, I'll most likely be publishing one-shots and drabbles and stuff, nothing big. Okay, I'm done gabbing. I'll let you read now.

Chapter, um, Eight: Rome Wasn't Built in a Day

The group walked through the familiar hallways to the courtyard. Under the familiar honeysuckle sat a woman with dark brown hair of about her mid 30's. She stood and walked to them as they entered the courtyard.

"Hello," she said in a smooth intoxicating voice. "I foresaw that you would be coming today. Four travelers."

"You're a fortune teller?" Aang asked eagerly. She laughed softly.

"We prefer the term 'soothsayers' but yes, I am a… fortune teller. I am Calx. You are welcome to stay at our home." AN: Calx means 'stone'

"Thank you. That's very kind," Katara said. She heard Sokka cough and it sounded suspiciously like 'fake', she turned and glared at him. Sokka pointed to Zuko who punched Sokka in the gut. Sokka groaned and fell to his knees. They all turned back to Calx who was laughing brightly. Her laughter is like a thousand rays of sunlight in my soul. Zuko thought. What am I thinking? This woman has to be twice my age? His conscience interjected.

"Zuko, are you coming?" a voice snapped him from his thoughts. It was Aquila.

"Coming," he called. He followed Aquila into a dimly lit room.

"Let me see your arm," she said taking a jar and a roll of cloth off a shelf. Zuko sat on a cot by the wall as Aquila looked at his wound. "Ooo, nasty," she muttered. "Now this is gonna sting a lot," she said as she dipped her fingers in the jar and rubbing a paste-like substance on Zuko's gashes. Zuko fought the urge to cry out. He felt tears come to his eyes and was thankful for the dim lighting. "Okay," Aquila said after a minute. "Done," Zuko looked down to see his arm tightly bandaged. He reached out to touch it, but Aquila stopped his hand.

"Don't touch it," she whispered.

"Why?" Zuko asked and he looked into her hazel eyes.

"I'm not sure. My dad just always said never to touch bandaged wounds,"

"Makes enough sense," Zuko replied. By this time they were both looking into each other's eyes. Aquila moved closer to him and put her hand on his leg. "Wait!" Zuko interrupted just as Aquila leaned in to kiss him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I shouldn't kiss you because…." Gotta come up with a lie. I'm gay? No, Deathly sick? No! Married? Bingo! "I'm married!" Her reaction wasn't ideal. Zuko slowly watched her expression crumble. Tears came to her eyes. She wailed and ran out of the room crying.

"Now what'd you do that for?" Dragon asked.

"I…" Zuko began, but Dragon cut him off.

"I don't wanna hear it!" And she abruptly vanished.

"What'd I do?" Zuko asked the air. He walked out in to the hallway and saw Katara coming toward him.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Zuko said casually.

"Aquila doesn't seem like the girl who goes around crying all the time. You did something to her," Zuko told her what happened and she said, "Well you did do the right thing by not kissing her."

"Get out of my house!" a shrill shout came to their ears. Both turned to see Calx standing in an angry rage at the corridor corner. Before they could say anything she was in front of them. "No one dishonors my daughter like that and lives to tell of it!" She raised her fists as though to fight him.

"Do you really want to fight me or would you like it more if we just left?" Zuko asked.

"Leaving would be nice," Calx said calmly.

"Then we'll be going," Katara stated and they walked off to find Sokka and Aang.

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The four of them sat in the grass over the hill beyond the house waiting for Dragon to come. Just as the sun was going down, Dragon appeared.

"I want to say something," she said 'sit' which was hovering three feet over the ground. "You have only one more time to visit for a very short while. Then I'm sending you home again back to your world for a while, but before you cheer and all that jazz, you should know that you'll be returning to this world soon. Not in this time anymore though."

"So we're going home?" Zuko asked. "But we've been gone for days."

"Day's here, in your world, nothing has changed. When you return everything will be exactly as you left it. Aang, your little sculpture is still standing, Katara there's a puddle where your water was. Sokka, you're wearing a groove in the grass, sleep somewhere else. Zuko, your candles are in mid-flare. Are you ready to go?" she finished and she stood up. They all nodded and they were sucked into the now familiar worm-hole. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

They came out in the same market place, but it was far different.

"Rome, 476 A.D.," Dragon said.

They all looked around. There were men on horses with swords frozen it time slashing at the running people.

"Who are they," Aang asked.

"They're the Huns," Dragon answered. Moving through the living statues to a little girl with the hoof of one of the Hun's steeds only inches from her head. Dragon picked her up carefully and placed her beside a young woman with her arms outstretched to help the little girl.

"Why did you bring us here?" Sokka asked looking at Dragon as she went around removing people from certain death.

"Are we supposed to save them all?" Katara asked her, still Dragon didn't answer. After a minute they walked around doing what Dragon was doing. Dragon let this go on for a few minutes before she said,

"I just wanted you to see what happens to this wonderful city," she sighed. "Do you want to go home now?" she asked after a moment of silence. They all nodded. "I hope you've all learned something of yourselves and each other. Very well, remember, I could bring you back to this world at anytime so always be ready. Until that happy day, fare thee well." Into another rip in time and space they flew. Each landing in their exact spot where they had been before. Zuko grunted loudly when he hit the floor.

"Are you okay, Prince Zuko?" he heard the voice of his uncle.

"Fine, Uncle," he replied looking out his window, "Just fine,"

-End-

Credits:

Starring: Aang, Katara, Zuko, Sokka and an insane amount of OCs and of course, Dragon

Written by: McMuffinDragon with crazy mad props goin' out to Meg, my cowriter

Directed by: McMuffinDragon

Edited by: Nobody! No one ever edited this!

Based on the crazy imagination of: McMuffinDragon

Special thanks:

The Creators of Avatar: The Last Airbender,

Meg,

Raina,

Mr. Siegfried,

almostinsane first reviewer for this story who spelled 'story' wrong in his review,

Gogglehead lover, always great to hear from you

Demonic Fire Angel, Toga! Toga!

KataraxZukoshipper, Coliseum-licous!

XSeabiscutX,

ArcherofDarkness and Callie, The first person to call me a manifestation of fantastical and McDonald's energy

And all my other reviewers, I'm just tired of typing but you're all awesome

Last but not least: Maidenhair, the wonderful person who showed me the wonderful world of fanfiction

So until next time, The Muffin Dragon bids you, adieu! –swishes cape and disappears-