Hey there guys! How's it going? Thank you so much everyone for reviewing! (hugs everyone) Especially Airforce501st for being the first person to review and fave my story! (tackle hug)
Expect Zula appearing soon. Just to make sure I've heard somewhere that Zula can control lightning, just like Iroh did in the episode of "The Storm" but only stronger. I also heard she has a squeaky chipmunk voice. Not only is she evil and powerful but highly annoying, no wonder Zuko hates her, it has to be the voice. Imagine hearing it everyday? Geez I bet Zuko was somewhat happy getting banished. Just kidding, but seriously I heard she has a squeaky voice.

Oh and you know those animals that the earth kingdom people ride on? I'm calling them emuhorses because they look like a horse and an emu combined. Once I find out their real names I'll fix it.
Okay on with the story.

Let me get what I want

Chapter 4:

"I'm sorry about tonight Aang," Katara said solemnly putting her hands on his shoulders. Aang slumped a bit.

"It's okay Katara, it wasn't your fault," Aang gave her a sad smile.

"But still, you should've had a great birthday," she sympathetically smiled back at him.

It was quite sometime ago when they landed. Sokka immediately went to grab the food seeing as how they didn't eat at the town as they originally planned. Aang and Katara helped to set up camp. After they gotten some fire wood and lit the fire, all three sat, Momo and Appa to the right of them sleeping. "Look at the bright side Aang," Sokka said as cheerfully as he could.

"What's that Sokka?" Aang asked staring at the flame.

"At least it wasn't Zuko," Sokka said with a large grin. Aang feigned a smile. Should he tell them the dreams he's been having after the attack on the Northern Water tribe? "It doesn't matter, we'd probably be more of a match for Prince Zuko," Sokka waved his hand in the air emphasizing on prince. No one noticed that thefire grew a bit.

Katara smiled, her hand behind her back with the egg custard tarts. "Don't worry Aang, the next town we go to, we'll give you the birthday you deserve," she put her hand on his shoulder. Slowly she put the bag on his lap. "But in the mean time, happy thirteenth birthday Aang!" She said cheerfully, and brought the boy into a hug.

"Is that what was taking you so long?" Aang asked when Katara let go.

Katara nodded smiling. "I really hope you like it Aang," she patted his head. Aang looked at the bag with a child like twinkle in his eyes, his hands were itching with anticipation. He opened the bag slowly and gasped happily at what he saw when he took one out.

"What? What's so great about bread?" Sokka asked lazily.

"It's not bread," both Aang and Katara said in unison. Aang stared at the tart salivating. He hadn't had one of these in a while. He quickly put it into his mouth as if it would disappear into the night sky. "Mank myu mo mush...Manara!" Aang mumbled chewing the mouthful of the egg custard tart.

"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full Aang," Katara said giggling.

Sokka slipped into his sleeping bag and rolled his eyes, "geez you sound like his mom or something. You know Aang isn't a kid anymore."

Aang nodded eagerly, eating another tart, "myea, I'm a meenaner now!"

"Well this teenager has to sleep now," Katara pointed her thumb at Aang, she did sound like a mother. Aang looked as if he was going to protest. "Aang we have to wake up early, you still have to master waterbending and Master Pakku said I'm your teacher, so you have to listen to me," she crossed her arms. Aang only smiled, standing and walked a few feet toward Appa, laying himself on the large bisons fur. He looked up into the night sky. "Goodnight guys," Aang murmured.

"Goodnight," both water tribe siblings said.

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He was angry, he felt it within himself. He was searching for something, someone, that took something important to him, he had to make them pay. He saw him fighting with another. Zhao! He felt his anger rise. His hand reached out to grab him, but it wasn't his hand, it was made out of water, he was the ocean spirit. He grabbed Zhao and submerged into the water. He took a glimpse at the one fighting Zhao, Zuko had his hand stretched out, he reached to grab it but this time it wasn't the ocean sprit's hand, it was his own, and he was longer at the North Pole, he was falling in the clear blue sky. Zuko was on Appa, reaching to grab Aang's hand, lightning was trying to hit him. He was hearing a laugh, it sounded horrible to his ears. He looked to Zuko again, his hand trying to reach for him, his eyes filled with desperation, lips were moving but all he kept hearing was that laughter. It turned deeper and deeper, the voice was now telling him to stand. Aang looked up and now he was staring at a man covered in the shadows. The man was about to strike when a ball of flame struck at the man. Aang turned and saw Zuko, panting, his eyes wide, saying something Aang couldn't hear but he turned to the man again, a large flame heading toward him. Everything turned white.

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Aang woke up breathing heavy. It was that same dream, ever since he merged with the ocean spirit he's been having the same dream. He always thought the same thing, would Zuko really join them? He felt a shiver run up his spine. He didn't like that laugh, it scared him, the way it sounded at the cost of his pain. He rubbed his eyes of sleep and sighed. It was still dark.

"Aang, are you awake?" Sokka asked. He wasn't tired, he never felt as tired as he used to, he was too busy staring at the moon, thinking about Yue. She was always in the back of his mind. "Yeah," he heard Aang say.

"Is everything okay?" Sokka asked finally tearing his gaze from the moon and looked over to Aang.

Aang was hesitant. Should he tell Sokka? Would Sokka believe that he felt Zuko would probably join them? "Come on Aang you can tell me," he heard Sokka say.

Aang took a deep breath. "I've been having these dreams," he looked over to Sokka, "and... they make me feel...uncomfortable."

Sokka sat up from his sleeping bag, and gave Aang a grin, "well Aang, you're a teenager now, it's normal to have those type of dreams."

"Really Sokka?" Aang raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling that Sokka was talking about something completely different.

Sokka took a glance a his sister, stirring in her sleep and back at Aang, "definitely, every boy at a certain age has them."

Aang was definitely confused. What was Sokka talking about? "Um Sokka I don't think we're talking about the sa-"

"Trust me Aang," Sokka cut in. "My dad told me this when I had the same problem you did," he gave Aang a reassuring smile. "So who do you dream about? Any girl I know?"

"Huh? What are you talking about Sokka?" Aang gave the warrior a puzzled look.

"Hey it's okay you can tell me," Sokka gave the boy a cocky smile, but then something dawned in Sokka's head. "Wait a second," he gave Aang a suspicious look and then a horrified look at his sleeping sister, "you're not dreaming about my sister like that are you!" He started stalking over to the young boy. "Because I swear Aang, Avatar or not I'll hurt you!" He leaned over pointing an accusing finger at Aang, who was still sitting on Appa, his eyebrow hung high.

Before Aang could say anything, Katara woke from her brother's yelling, "will you be quiet Sokka! You'll wake up the whole forest," she yawned sitting up from her sleeping bag.

"Sokka, I really don't know what you're talking about," Aang said calmly, moving Sokka's finger from his face.

"Oh yeah really Aang?" Sokka said sarcastically. "Then tell me what have you been dreaming about?" He pointed a finger back at Aang's face.

Aang gave a reluctant look at Sokka and then at Katara who was giving a glare at her brother. He closed his eyes took a deep breath and said, "Zuko."

Sokka's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide, "ugh! I just had to ask! I don't even want to know!" He walked back to his sleeping bag.

Katara rolled her eyes at her brother's reaction, she sat herself next to Aang. "What happened in your dream Aang?"

"Ever since I joined with the water spirit, I've been having these dreams," Aang brought his knees to his chest, the snoring of Appa, soothed him. "When I separated from the ocean spirit...there was still a part of me connected to it. I was looking for Zhao," he looked at Katara who gave all her attention to him. He continued on, "I felt it's anger when I saw him, he was fighting with Zuko, when I grabbed Zhao, Zuko tried to reach for his hand." Aang continued on with his dream, he told them how Zuko was on Appa reaching for his hand, the maniacal laughter in the background taunting him, and finally the man Zuko was helping him fight. "I think Zuko is going to help us." Looked into Katara's eyes.

"I don't know-" Katara started but Sokka cut in.

"Right Aang, the day Zuko joins us is the day the fire nation stops going after us," Sokka grunted.

"But it's still possible that he could!" Aang said frustrated, "the dream has to mean something doesn't it?" he looked down on the ground.

"We could ask Aunt Wu!" Sokka said excitedly. Both Katara and Aang looked at Sokka as if he grew an extra head. "What?"

"You, want to see Aunt Wu?" Katara asked disbelievingly, Sokka nodded. "You?" Sokka nodded again. Katara raised an eyebrow. "Okay who are you and where's my brother?" Sokka rolled his eyes. "I thought you didn't believe in fortune telling."

"Look, we're basically going through there to get to Omashu. This is just to help Aang okay?" Katara didn't looked convinced. "And besides," Sokka said looking up at the moon, his voice sounding sad, "maybe there's a way I can see her again."

Katara felt her heart swell. "Oh Sokka..."

"Let's just go to sleep," Sokka said in a monotone voice, slipping into his sleeping bag.

Amidst the unknowing trio, a smirking Zuko gotten all the information that he needed.

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When Zuko was certain the Avatar and his peasants were asleep, he left back to the beach for his uncle. He finally had a plan. He could use the Avatar's dream to his advantage. The Avatar was pathetic fool if he really believed he, the prince of the fire nation would help him. And the peasants would believe the avatar, after all they did follow him blindly. This was too good. Zuko couldn't help but smirk. The sun was now slowly beginning to rise. He felt his inner fire grow stronger. Oh yes he would join to avatar and those peasants, he would get them to trust him and use it to his advantage. He continued to walk thinking of how he could run into the Avatar. He couldn't just go up to them and say 'oh hello there avatar I've come to join to you and your friends to help stop the fire lord.' No he needed to do something that would earn their trust. But what? He supposed he would continue to follow them until an opportunity presented itself.
As he felt the sand beneath his feet, he looked to where his uncle was. He was sitting on the sandy floor facing a fire. His clothes were different they were of Earth Nation colors, everything that made his uncle seem he belonged to the Fire nation was now burning in that fire. Beside him was a sleeping animal and what looked like a sac of food that would last them days. His uncle turned from the fire and looked to Zuko. "Ah Prince Zuko, did you discover anything listening to the Avatar?" He walked toward his nephew holding a sac of clothing.

"Uncle what is this stuff for?" Zuko asked looking at the animal, and the food.

"Well, after you left to find the Avatar, I've done more shopping," Iroh grinned. "This emuhorse is lovely don't you agree and very obedient. He will give us a good amount of travel," he went to pet the animal.

"Uncle I'm going to go alone," Zuko said facing the sun. Iroh looked at Zuko, somewhat surprised. "The Avatar must not know that I have anyone to help to me, he must think I am alone fending for myself." He looked at his uncle. "I need you to go Omashu, uncle, ahead of me, try to round up as many soldiers as you can uncle."

"Prince Zuko, I am a traitor now, no one will follow-"

"There still has to be people that will be honorable to you uncle, you are the Dragon of the West," Zuko cut in giving a desperate look to his uncle.

Iroh only shook his head, "No Prince Zuko, there will only be people who would want to tame the Dragon of the West." He gave Zuko a stern look. The emu horse rose up and Iroh mounted on. He held out his hand waiting for Zuko to take it. "Come prince Zuko we will follow the Avatar, together."

Zuko turned away, "No uncle the Avatar has to trust me alone he can not gain influence from anyone else. I will make my father proud of me." He clenched his fist.

"He believes you are dead Prince Zuko, the only person who saw you alive was Zhao, and he is dead, no one knows you are alive." Iroh said.

"He will know that I am alive when I bring the Avatar to him, and my honor will be restored," He said sternly looking up at the sky with a proud look on his face.

Iroh only sighed. Zuko will see on his own what kind of man Ozai truly was. Maybe Zuko traveling with the Avatar will make him see. "Very well Prince Zuko, I will see you at Omashu. Be careful." He gave Zuko a smile. The emu horse started to walk.

Zuko stood where he was, "you too uncle," he said softly.

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A/N: Poor Iroh. So how is Zuko going to make the Avatar trust him? We'll just have to wait and see. Does anyone know what Sokka was talking about? Sokka has a dirty mind Bad Sokka Aang is too innocent to dream like that...yet. Please review and let me know what you think.