YAY! Everybody, love my story. I love all the reviews, so I might put another story up soon. Maybe not as depressing as this one, and it will have Sokka, and more Aang. I don't own Avatar, or I wouldn't be working fast food.

I spent the rest of the day trying to answer all of Hiro's questions. Some were cute, and others, I dreaded.

"Look Auntie Kat, I can jump kick like Zuko." Hiro tried. It was funny, see him fall over and get back up.

"That's good." I said, smiling. Being with my nephew made everything seem better, probably because he acted so much like Sokka, and only knew him for two weeks.

He started to chase the birds, and I had to stop him from freezing them. We stayed away from wells.

We returned to join in on Zuko's plan for the fighting taking place in the swamps, and a small funeral for Sokka, well Anzeng anyways. Zuko didn't want to tell everyone about Sokka's lies.

"We have a message about the Fire Nation attacking our friends in the swamps. It'll be a couple weeks to get there, but we have to protect what waterbenders that are left. We don't know how many fire soldiers are there, but the important thing is to make sure nothing too bad happens there. We will be joining the Earth Kingdom, and another rebel group. He's a friend of mine, and he wants to get rid of the Fire Lord as much as we do. Pack your tents; we won't be coming back to Omashu." Zuko told every rebel here.

I led Hiro back to my- our tent. He helped me pack some things.

"Are we going to fight them?" Hiro asked.

"You won't, you're too young." I said.

"But I'm almost four."

"No, I don't think so. You can fight when you're older." I laughed.

"Like when I'm five?"

"No, how about when you're sixteen."

"How many years is that?"

I paused to do my math, "About thirteen years."

"But that's too many years. I won't ever fight."

I hope he doesn't ever have to, "You'll live without having to fight someone."

Hiro was well educated in speaking. Kirma must have really worked hard to teach him how to speak well.

"Can I ride Appa?"

I laughed at him, "You'll have to ask Toph. He's not mine."

Hiro jumped out the tent, and ran towards Toph. The boy had energy, and more than I will ever have again.

I put our tent on Appa's saddle. Toph gladly moved into Zuko's tent for Hiro and me to have our own. Hiro climbed onto Appa's saddle. Toph and I joined him, and Appa started to walk, following the caravan of the army. It was going to be another long two weeks of travel.

After a week of nothing much trying to teach Hiro waterbending while on Appa, we bumped into the other Rebel group, Jet's Freedom Fighters. We stopped, and went to work, finding green clothing to cover our red armor, and making camouflages for Appa.

I tried to avoid Jet as much as I could. I didn't want to talk with him, and his disliking of Sokka. Although I wasn't talking with him, Hiro didn't know, and would ask him questions. I would give Jet a look, and he didn't hang around for too long.

I tied to keep Hiro busy with something to do. The poor kid wasn't used to not being the only child. He would talk about his friends, and wondered if we could ever see them again. I explained to him that he might not be able to. He had to learn to be an adult at three. That wasn't fair to him.

I wanted to show Hai-daki the same pain Hiro and I were getting. I'm hoping for the chance to, for he won't get any sympathy from me.

What the hell? When did Jet get here?