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Chapter 4: Arrival

"Come on, Katara," Aang said as he made a sad puppy face, "I've mastered all the other elements and you've avoided the fire nation for weeks! What about the comet!" Katara had to admit it, if they didn't hurry up, Aang would be too late, and the Fire Nation would win for sure!

"Okay," Katara said, exasperated, "fine then Aang, but I don't want to spend too much time in the Fire nation, we could get caught!"

But then Sokka burst into the conversation surprising his sister and friend, "WHAT!"

"What's wrong, Sokka?" Katara said, oblivious to what he was yelling about.

"Aang is the Avatar," Sokka began impatiently, staring at them like they had each grown extra heads, "He's a bald, twelve year old monk with BLUE ARROWS on his body! Not to mention the fact that his clothes are in the air bender style! Are you guys really that stupid?" Sokka was reluctant after that last question because as soon as he closed his mouth Katara drenched him. "What did you do that for!"

"First, it's fun to see the look on your face," at this Sokka glared, Katara finished, "Second, I'm not stupid and I already thought of something." Katara proudly pulled out a wig she had bought at the marketplace in the last town they had stopped at. It was the place Aang had learned earth bending, Haru was willing to teach after the service Aang had done for him and his town.

Sokka looked bashful but then gained confidence and retorted, "and the rest of the arrows?"

Katara again smirked and pulled out an out fit, a red one with sleeves similar to the ones Jet had that covered his hands. "Does that cover it brother, dear?" With that Aang cracked up at an embarrassed Sokka.

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Zuko glared at his uncle and said, "Uncle, I don't want tea, I want to meditate." With that his uncle nodded and left. Zuko had been particularly moody the last few days... ever since that fight with that water peasant on the Island and in the North Pole. At the North Pole he had melted through her ice, captured the Avatar, and yet, she still won with her damn snow, Zuko didn't want to admit it, but he really underestimated her power with water. Feh, it was luck, a mere full moon and she was set! Stupid blizzard, I would've been back in the Fire Nation capital with my people and the Avatar without that stupid peasant and her stupid full moon. Oh, and the blizzard didn't help either. She doesn't know what it's like! And that time on the island! She was mocking me! Me, the prince of the Fire Nation! Ugh, she'll pay for it! He thought angrily to himself. It wasn't fair, every time he even came close, something had to happen to stop him from capturing the Avatar. Zuko hadn't been sleeping well lately either. He kept on dreaming he was in the air, petrified, fighting the water girl... losing, the mere thought made him twitch. It got worse: in the end she won and flew off with the bald monk and her loud brother. He didn't know why, but he felt a fit of jealousy coming on him every time he saw her flying of with the Avatar. He got off of his bed where he had been sitting, meditating. He was frustrated with his emotions and he walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. He felt disgraceful as he looked at his scar, how he hated that scar... then he looked again and started imagining the water peasant girl standing next to him, holding his arm. He shoot a fireball at the mirror, ashamed of his hallucination and walked out of his room, slamming the door. He stormed down the stairs and heard a noise that sounding like a dying beast, quickly coming to realization, he recognized the sound of his uncle singing... so it's music night, I think I feel bad for those men down there, he thought. He smirked at the lieutenants, they were wincing at his voice, but soon he finished and they clapped respectfully.

Suddenly someone yelled from the watch area, "We've reached land!" Finally Zuko thought to himself. He had devised a plan and told his uncle to hide the ship there for a while while he went to the village under disguise, to see if the Avatar was on the island.

Uncle Iroh began to say, "Prince Zuko, I'm not to sure that's a good idea--" but was cut off by Zuko, who immediately told him it was, as a matter of fact, a good idea and that he planned to do just what he said. Iroh sighed and consented.

Ten minutes later, the ship was hidden in a near by cove and Zuko slipped on a dark cloak which hid all of his features. He silently walked onto the land, I hope I see that girl again, Katra, did they call her? No, that's not right Katora? No, Katara... that's the name! He thought... he then slapped himself and said to himself, "but only for a rematch."

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At the same time Zuko entered the small village, Aang, Sokka, and Katara did too.

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Hope you like it R&R!

-Vanilla swirls of Doom