The Last Airbender is not my creation, the people at the Nickelodeon Studios created it, but that will not stop me from making my own little episodes of excitement and romance.

The only thing I own is the plot on your screen. If you plan to take my ideas and put them into your own fanfic, claiming to be your own mind that thought them up, get a hobby. Plagiarism is wrong, don't do it!

A/N- I am well aware of the fact that Aang is out of character. Why did I make him like that? Because I felt like it. He's older now. Fifteen. The innocent little twelve year old boy is gone. He's a teenager now and has gone through quite alot. He had to mature alot in order to defeat the Fire Nation and that has to be portrayed in this fanfic. Some of you want Aang and Zuko to be buddies, but that isn't going to happen. Zuko chased him until the very end and stole Katara away from him. Do you honestly believe that they'd end up friends? No, I don't think so. Maybe in the REAL series, they will. But not here. So just relax and accept the way Aang is in this fanfic. Thanks for understanding. :)

FACT: Babies don't begin to see normally (like us), until six months after they're born. Anytime before that, everything is just a colorful blur.

Luna's laughter filled the atmosphere as Sokka bounced his knee. She waved her arms in the air and screamed happily when her young uncle swung her around to face him. Since the day he had arrived at the palace she had spent the entire time with him. He was just plain fun. The Princess wasn't quite sure why he played with her and she didn't know what his connection to her parents was, but she truly didn't care.

The Water Tribe warrior kissed his niece on the forehead and laughed when she grabbed his nose. "You're having so much fun, aren't you?" he asked and gently pinched her cheek. "You are very cute. I'm amazed that Zuko is your father." He sat her down on his lap and passed his fingers through her short brown curls. "Don't tell your dad, but you don't look like him very much. You're a true image of your mother. Blue eyes and that energetic charisma. OK...so you have Zuko's light skin and his firebending. But still, I see the Water Tribe in you." The Princess cocked her head to the side and began to click her tongue. "You have no idea what I just said, huh?"

"Tata," she squeaked and slapped her hands down on his thighs.

Sokka laughed and pinched her nose. "You know, I'll never forget the day you came out into this world."

...about one year ago...

Sokka and Zuko sat quietly at the table. A word hadn't been said and the silence was becoming unbearable. Katara had said that she'd come down when she finished getting dress but it was a little shocking that it was taking her so long. Yeah sure, she's pregnant, but it shouldn't take an eternity to slip on a dress. "What's taking her so long?" the warrior finally asked and tapped his fingers on the table.

The Fire Lord shrugged. "Usually, she's the first one here." He sighed and looked at the double doors, expecting her to come through them at any moment.

"Now that she's pregnant, she's always hungry," Sokka laughed and propped his head on his hand.

It was at that instant that a man with black hair and brown eyes rushed into the dining hall. He was out of breath and his eyes were frantically searching the room. Finding the one person he needed to see, he bowed. "Fire Lord," he said and paused to take a breath, "it's time."

Zuko looked at the man strangely and stood from his place. "Time for what?" he asked stupidly.

The man frowned at the query and looked over at Sokka, who had jumped up in obvious excitement. "Katara?" he asked. The man nodded, making the Lady's brother yelp. "I'm going to be an uncle!" The Water Tribe warrior ran towards the door, completely unaware of the fact that Zuko was frozen in place. It wasn't until he was out in the hallway when he realized that there weren't any steps behind him. He ran back into the dining hall and sighed exasperatedly when he saw his sister's husband standing there, unmoving. "C'mon," he said and moved towards him. "Katara's having your baby." He grabbed his brother-in-law's arm and dragged him out of the dining room and towards the infirmary, where the doctor said Lady Katara was.

It was when they heard Katara's painful cries when Lord Zuko snapped into reality. He yanked his arm out of Sokka's grasp and fiercely ran towards the room where his wife was giving birth. He grabbed the knob and attempted to turn it. Locked. He knocked on the door hardly and stopped when a nurse approached him from behind. She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and he turned to face her. "I need to see my wife!" he yelled and turned back around, trying to open the locked door again.

"My Lord, it wouldn't be prudent for you to enter at the moment. She's in pain and in no mood to see you...or any man for that matter." She frowned when she noticed that her words had not affected him. She rested her hand on his arm and tried to get him to understand. "Please calm down, sir. You might stress out Lady Katara even more."

Zuko sighed deeply and glared at the nurse. He opened his mouth to protest. To tell her that he didn't care. To order her to open the door and let him in, but Sokka interfered.

"Trust her, Zuko. Katara is in a lot of pain right now. If you go in there, she'll yell her hate for you. Slap you. Who knows? She'll probably tell the doctors to get you out. You don't want to go in there. Believe me," the warrior said and looked at the nurse. "Am I right?"

The nurse nodded and looked at Zuko. "He's right, my Lord."

I can't! Katara yelled angrily, making the Fire Lord wince. Her screams were heart breaking. She sounded like she was on the verge of a painful death. He shuddered. No...she won't die, he thought and looked at the shut door longingly. "But--"

"Trust me," Sokka interrupted. He heard his sister scream again and he took a seat on a chair adjacent to the door. "Poor Katara," he whispered. "I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be here, waiting for my sister to give birth to your kid. ...What a tangled web we weave."

Zuko watched the nurse walk into the infirmary and sighed in defeat when he heard the door lock. "I'm sorry Katara," he said softly. Sokka burst out laughing and Zuko turned to glare angrily at him.

"Sorry, but don't you think it's a bit late to be apologizing?" Sokka asked and leaned his head against the wall. "Relax man, she'll be OK. This is the strong Katara, we're talking about. She can do anything. She married you after all, didn't she?"

The Fire Lord ignored the last comment and sat next to his brother-in-law, burying his face in his hands. "I guess you're right. Katara's strong..." A long cry filled his ears and he couldn't help but wonder if she would make it through the birth. He had heard that some women die during child birth because they lose too much blood. Some go insane because they can't take the pain. He sighed deeply and prayed to all the Gods that she'll make it safely. She's a baby herself and here she is giving birth. God, I'm so sorry. He felt guilty because he got her pregnant. As far as he knew, it was his fault that she was suffering.

"Is the baby born yet?" an old man asked, causing Zuko to look up.

"Yes, uncle. Katara's just screaming because she thinks it's fun," the teenage father-to-be said sarcastically and massaged his temples. "And I'm just sitting here, worrying for absolutely nothing."

"Ignore him Iroh, he's just a little irritable." Sokka looked at the General and smiled. "Please, join us."

"Why, thank you, Sokka." Iroh sat across from the two boys and smiled at their worried faces. Though, Sokka was less obvious about his anxiety than Zuko. The Lady screamed nonstop for a long while and Iroh listened closely, expecting to hear a child's cry at any moment. He sighed when she stopped. Nothing. He shifted his gaze from the door to Zuko and noticed that like him, he had been expecting the child to be born. "Seems like she's having a bit of trouble," he commented and his nephew looked down in worry. "Poor child."

"You know, my mother was sixteen when she had me," Sokka said, hoping to cheer the Fire Lord up. "She made it and had Katara a year later."

The General nodded. "Yes, that's a common age to have children. I believe Zuko's mother was eighteen when she had him and like your mother, she had Zula a year later." Iroh reached over and patted Lord Zuko's knee comfortingly. "Stop your worrying. Katara's a brave young girl."

"Zula, is she Zuko's sister?"

Iroh looked at Sokka and frowned. "Yes."

"What happened to her?"

"That's not important right now," interrupted Fire Lord Zuko and shot his uncle an angry glare. "I don't want you to mention Zula again. I don't want Katara finding out about her. Got it?"

"She doesn't know?" Sokka asked incredulously.

"No! And she's never going to find out," Zuko warned and buried his face in his hands again. "...If you don't mind, I'd like it if you guys stopped talking so I can concentrate on what's happening right now."

Time seemed to go slower than ever as Katara's screams, yells, and prayers lengthened in size. Zuko would stand up every so often and walk around the palace, trying to get away from the sounds of a woman in pain. Sokka would take this time to talk to Iroh and try to convince him into telling him more about Zuko's mysterious younger sister, without success. It was until two hours later that all three men found out that there were complications with the labor and this made Katara's husband even more anxious. She couldn't die this way.

Finally, after the longest three hours of their life, a baby's cry filled their wary ears. Fire Lord Zuko stood up at once and pushed Sokka aside, wanting to get to the infirmary door before anyone. He waited worriedly for anyone to come out. His hands were shaking and he couldn't breathe properly. He brain wasn't functioning and the only thing going through his mind at that moment was: Let her be OK.

A woman slowly opened the door and the first thing that Zuko saw was a bundle of white blankets in her arms. A smile was upon her lips and he sighed in relief, knowing that Katara was OK. "Congratulations my Lord. You're a father," the nurse said quietly and removed a fold of cloth off the child's face. She walked closer to Zuko and held out the child a short distance, expecting the new dad to take the babe.

He hesitated. He never held a baby in his life. "Are you sure?" he asked and smiled weakly when she nodded. The Fire Lord took his child in his arms and looked down at it with extreme happiness. He felt as though an extension of him grew and his heart fluttered with ecstacy, when he realized that this human was a part of him. The baby had his pale skin and the color of its' eyes was unknown because they were closed. A blush covered its' cheeks and soft brown hair covered the top of it's head. "Hey," he whispered and kissed the babe's forehead. "I'm your dad."

"It's a girl," the woman said quietly and laughed when Sokka yelped in excitement.

"A girl?" Zuko said incredulously and felt his shoulders slump a bit. He couldn't believe it. A girl. He looked down at the child and realized it. Of course it was a girl. He couldn't help but feel disappointed, he had wanted a boy so much.

Sokka walked up beside his brother-in-law and looked down at his new niece. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he asked and laughed when the babe made a small whining noise. She obviously didn't enjoy coming out of a warm quiet place and into a cold and noisy atmosphere. He looked at Zuko's disappointed face and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." he sighed and forced a smile.

"...You wanted a boy?" Sokka asked knowingly and placed a hand on the Lord's shoulder. Zuko nodded and a guilty expression crossed his face. The warrior sighed and looked at the child again. "Ehh...well. You know, boys aren't as great as girls. Girls are sweet and guys are a pain. Besides, she could turn out to be like you. Who knows?"

Zuko stared at the child's small face and thought about what the warrior said. "You could be right," the new father said and looked at Sokka. "Thanks."

"Yea sure...just stop hogging her," the warrior said and reached for the infant. Having the child in his arms, he smiled down upon the sleeping body. "Hello little girl. I'm your uncle," he said sweetly and stroked her soft cheek.

Fire Lord Zuko laughed softly at Sokka's dumb introduction and walked towards his uncle, who was sitting contently on a chair waiting for anyone to come to him. He sat across from Iroh and sighed deeply. "It's a girl," he whispered and massaged his temples. "A wonderful baby...girl," he said with a hint of unintentional sarcasm.

"A girl! How wonderful! Oh, she's going to be just as great as her mother!" he exclaimed and clapped his hands. "You must be..." he trailed off when he noticed his nephew's face. "What seems to be the matter?" Iroh didn't like Zuko's expression because it was all too familiar. It was the same expression his father had when Zula was born...and that was definitely not good news.

"...I wanted a boy," he whispered and buried his face in his hands. He felt ashamed for feeling so selfish. His wife had spent three long hours in labor and here he was, whining to everyone because he wanted a male. He felt like a complete jerk. His uncle, though, was nothing but understanding.

"Of course you wanted a boy. I'd be worried if you didn't," he laughed. "It's only normal for you to want a boy to pass the crown to. You want a person that you can tell your stories to. A person that will go to you when they want advice on manly things. But look at it this way. A girl will come to you when she's scared. You'll be her mighty protector. She'll always be your little girl. She'll always be there for you to spoil rotten. She'll always want to be with you...no matter what. Now, I don't know about you, but I think that's much better than any boy. Because boys grow into men. And men don't want their father's there all the time. Men want to be...men. But girls become women and women always need a man to protect and love them. And who better but their loving and strong father? Hmm...who?" General Iroh smiled when he noticed Zuko considered his words thoroughly.

A smile finally broke through the Fire Lord's lips and just when he was about to open his mouth to thank his uncle, a nurse walked up to the men and informed them that Lady Katara was ready to see them. Zuko had stood up at once and walked into the infirmary. The room was uncommonly stuffy and dark. A couple of doctors were muttering in the corner as they washed their hands in a giant bowl of water. He quickly turned his gaze away when he caught sight of some bloody towels and looked over at Katara. Her face was pale, obviously from the loss of blood, and she had a damp washcloth over her forehead. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was fast and shallow. She was sitting up in an awkward angle and her legs were spread apart widely on the bed. A dark red sheet laid on top of her and Zuko tried with all his might not to think that the sheet was soaked in blood but that it was dyed red.

He took a seat beside Katara and grasped her warm hand. The new mother's eyes opened slowly and she smiled at Zuko. "Hey," she whispered. Her voice was was raspy and tired, the obvious side effects of a difficult labor.

"Hey," the Fire Lord returned and kissed her hand. "Anything new?"

Katara let out a small chuckle before she groaned in pain. "Please don't make me laugh," she pleaded and rested a hand over her abdomen. "It hurts."

Zuko frowned, it wasn't his intention to hurt Katara. "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly and squeezed her hand gently.

The waterbender smiled and brought her husband's hand up to her face. Her lips brushed lightly against his fingers and she held it near her face. "Have you seen her?" she asked softly and petted Zuko's hand, as though it was a small animal.

"Yes," he answered and rubbed her arm. "She's beautiful. Just like you."

"I told you not to make me laugh," she whispered with a smile. "I'm not beautiful...just look at me."

"I am...you're gorgeous." He leaned forward and tenderly kissed her lips. "I love you."

"Won't you guys give it a rest? I mean...didn't you just have a kid? At least give it a couple of months," Sokka said and took a seat next to his sister.

Zuko took a moment to glare at Sokka before sitting back on his seat. "Talk about ruining a moment," he mumbled and crossed his arms. He looked down at his brother-in-law's arms and noticed that he wasn't holding his child. "Where's the baby?"

"I have her," an old man's voice said. Iroh stood in the doorway with the small bundle in his arms. He gave Katara a warm smile and walked toward her. "How are you, my dear?" He handed her the infant and stepped behind Zuko.

The waterbender smiled back at the General and rocked her daughter softly. "I'm fine," she whispered. "Thanks for asking." Katara peered down at her babe and kissed her forehead. "Hello sweetheart," she hushed in the baby's ear. "You have no idea how much I looked forward to this day. I finally get to meet you, after several long months of holding you." The small girl whined within her blankets and her mother smiled with excitement as her child began to wake.

The babe slowly opened her eyes and found a large blurry figure looking down upon her. She owned no thoughts or ideas. She didn't know where she was or what was happening. Her once warm dark home was taken away and now she lived in a cold bright place. This new place was very noisy and she felt an uncomfortable material cover her bare skin. She hated it and decided to get her point across. She began to cry.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. ...Please stop crying," Katara begged and rocked her child harder.

Sokka began to laugh when the babe continued to sob. "I don't think she understood you," he said and stood up when the cries began to get on his nerves. "Well, I would love to stay here and listen to her cry all day, but I think you guys need to spend some quality time with..." he trailed off when he realized that the baby didn't have a name. "What are you going to name her?"

Zuko's eyes widened, he had completely forgotten to name the child. He looked over at Katara, who was trying to quiet the baby, and began to panic. "...Katara?"

"You're naming her 'Katara'?" Sokka asked and raised an eyebrow.

"No, you moron. I'm talking to Katara," he yelled and got to his feet. "Don't you have to go or something?" The Fire Lord was beginning to get angry. The baby was crying, Sokka was making stupid remarks, and he didn't know what to name his daughter. ...Daughter, he thought and sighed. I have a daughter. He sat back down and watched Sokka and Iroh leave the infirmary. He glanced back at his wife and noticed that she was beginning to calm the baby.

"Hush..." the waterbender said softly and stroked her daughter's warm pink cheeks. "Don't cry anymore, I'm sorry."

Lord Zuko smiled at Katara's expertise with the baby. He suspected she would turn out to be a good mother but now that he saw her in action, he was sure. He eyes traveled down his wife's face and landed right on his infant's eyes. He gasped in surprise. Blue. "Katara...she has your eyes," he muttered in complete disbelief. Another thing about his baby that disappointed him. Guilt flooded him once more and his gaze fell to his lap.

"Yes, she does. Water Tribe children usually have blue eyes," Katara said happily, not noticing Zuko's sad expression.

"Water Tribe..." the Fire Lord repeated softly and sighed. The Fire Lord has a blue eyed Water Tribe child. He glanced at the child's eyes once more. I bet she's going to be a waterbender too. He sighed again, causing his wife to look up and see his displeased facade.

Lady Katara frowned. "Hold your child," she ordered simply and passed him the small baby girl. "Look at her and tell me what you see." She wasn't going to let him turn into a bad father. There was a problem and she was going to face it. Sexism was a thing that she definitely would not tolerate. He got a daughter and he will be happy about it. Period. Her determination shone in her face and Zuko mistook it for anger.

"Sor--" he began but was interrupted by the waterbender's raised hand. She didn't want to hear his excuses or his apologies, she wanted to hear him say that he accepted his child. His daughter that has blue Water Tribe eyes.

"Tell me what you see," she repeated, a little harsher than intended. The Lady closed her eyes serenely and leaned her head against the wall, placing her overlapped hands atop her abdomen as she did so.

The teen father looked down at his new babe and smiled at her confused expression. "Well," he began and looked at her features. "She has beautiful blue eyes and soft fair skin. Light brown hair and..." he trailed off when he couldn't find anymore ways to describe the baby. "And..." he repeated and looked at Katara desperately. He didn't know what the point of the exercise was and it confused him.

"Is that all you see?" the Water Tribe mother asked and opened her eyes. "Tell me that's not all."

Zuko looked confusedly at his wife. Where was she getting at? Of course that was all he saw. What else is there to see? He racked his brain for anything and looked down at his baby. ...Then it clicked... "No...it's not." He smiled victoriously when he saw Katara's intentions. "...I see a new life that I helped make. I see the product of our love. True love. I see my beautiful baby daughter."

"Exactly," Katara said with a grin on her face. "Your daughter. Your flesh and blood, not just mine. I know you wanted a man to be the heir to your throne but it didn't happen Zuko. Instead of being sad about getting a little girl, be happy you have a child in general. You know how many families desperately want a baby, but no matter how much they try, they can't? Do you realize how lucky we are to have that little blessing that you're holding in your arms right now? We were granted our wish. That," she said and pointed to the baby hidden within the bundle of blankets, "is a little piece of you." The waterbender sat up and winced when a searing pain struck her lower abdomen. "She represents the love that you and I have for each other. She's the light that will guide us through the night. She's another reason to live."

Fire Lord Zuko sat there quiet as he considered her words carefully. Silence dwelled within the room for many minutes, before he broke the silence with a single word: "Luna." His eyes fell upon his daughter and admired the way she nuzzled into his chest, searching for warmth and comfort.

Katara raised an eyebrow in annoyance. Was he listening to her or was he off in space, thinking up random words? "...What?"

Zuko laughed and shifted his gaze to Katara, who was confused by his strange sense of humor. "She will be the light that will guide us through the night, right? It only makes sense to name her 'Luna'," he stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Katara smiled. Maybe he was listening after all. "What does 'Luna' mean?"

"Moon," he answered quietly and gave the baby back to her mother. "The gorgeous pale moon that that shines in the night sky. The guardian of sailors. Queen of the night."

"Wouldn't it make more sense to name her 'Tsuki-Yomi' after the moon goddess?" she asked, trying to outsmart her husband's philosophy.

"You never name a child after a God. It angers them," Zuko answered with a disapproving frown on his face. "You should know that."

Katara was taken aback by his remark. In the two years that she had been living with Zuko, she never found him to be a bit religous. He meditated, but never prayed or worshipped. She smiled and nodded. "I did but I didn't know you did."

"I do. Royalty is raised under strict religion laws."

Arrogance dwelled in his tone of voice and Katara didn't like it. She prayed to the Gods that her child wouldn't get that trait from him. She shook off the negativity and returned to the subject of the baby's name. "What about 'Star'?" she asked and smiled when her husband's face softened. "Stars light the sky too."

"Yes they do," Zuko agreed calmly. "But stars all look the same and shine the same way, not to mention there are many of them. But the moon...the moon shines like no star. The moon looks like no star. And there is only one moon, just like there is only one Luna."

"Trust- takes years to build but only seconds to destroy." -unknown

"They aren't taking the threat seriously," the figure in the dark muttered. "They think this is all fun and games." ...So the letter against Princess Luna was a bluff. A scare tactic. Obviously, it had done nothing. Yeah sure, it scared them at first, but now they had the precious Avatar guarding the child.

The child isn't going to work. Not yet, anyways.

There had to be something else that can - how could you say this? - break them.

"Ugh," the being breathed in exasperation. The note was to put them on alert. Have them paranoid. It was suppose to let them know that someone was out there wanting to hurt them. Wanting to hurt their child. But they were two fools in love. They were so ignorant as to what was happening right under their noses. Idiots.

Impure thoughts crossed the person's mind as they tried to conjure up a plan that will make them suffer. Well, not her as much as him. There has to be some sort of glitch in their relationship. They can't be happy all the time, right? Ugh, but to know what that problem is. This task was beginning to become more dificult than expected. Damn them and their optimistic view on security and love.

The human sighed and rolled their eyes. So many things had been considered but everything had come out wrong in the end. Every single plot that popped in their head was somehow diminished.

Murder? No, it was too messy. The assasin would eventually be found out.

Kidnap? Ehh...the kidnappee would eventually see them and if they escaped, horrible things would happen.

Damn it. ...Damn them. Fingers slowly tapped on the table and as the figure tried to think of something. Anything at all. There has to be something that they could twist. Like twisting someone's words into something of your liking. But what? ...What was there that they could possibly twist into something horrific? What did those two morons have for one another that this person could change to their evil liking?

Love? It would be too tough to convince them to question their love for each other. Why? Because they had Luna.

Respect? Nah...too awkward and dificult.

The person laughed darkly as something clicked in their head. Trust. Easy to change. A simple word...a simple suspicion could destroy trust in a matter of seconds. If they lost trust in eachother...their love would eventually come tumbling after. The person laughed more as they thought of something even more malicious. Instead of having both lose trust...I'll just have one doubt the other. That way the one without credelity would be hurt and confused, while the other will fall into pieces thinking that the love of their life did something unforgiving...

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