Rebel: Okay, here's chapter 4. This chapter's got the least action, but it's essential to the story, and all you Zutara fans might enjoy it so R&E.
No Lies Among Friends
It had been two weeks. News of Zuko's death had reached even the most remote provinces, but Katara still had trouble believing. That night they had camped under a large oak. Sokka had fallen asleep snoring. Aang was laughing as he tickled Sokka's nose with a feather. The Fright Knight had fallen asleep in the oak's branches; Momo curled up in his lap. Katara went to the nearby spring; intent on getting off the slobber from Appa's good night kiss. She barely stopped herself from walking into the Blue Spirit. He quickly finished tying the mask that was half on his face, but not before Katara saw it, a red mark across the left side of his face. He left in a hurry, leaving Katara alone.
Katara came back to find Aang asleep in Appa's arms and the Blue Spirit dozing beneath the oak. She came up to him quietly. She reached down to his face.
The Blue Spirit sat up, grabbing her arm. "Come with me." he said gruffly. Katara followed, too curious to be frightened. They were back at the river.
"You were reaching to take off my mask. Who do you think I am?" The ninja asked, already knowing the answer. He turned to face the moon.
"I think…well, I thought that you were Prince Zuko." Katara said with a mix of embarrassment and guilt.
"What would you do if I was?" he asked, curious.
"Why would you be?" Katara asked.
The Blue Spirit turned to her. "You made me realize that what the Fire Nation is doing is wrong. That I have an obligation to make things right. And," He removed his mask and hood. "I've only lost my honor if I don't do what's right."
Zuko looked deep into Katara's eyes. This was the man that had chased her, her brother and Aang for so long. This was their enemy. So why wasn't she afraid? Why did she feel so safe all of a sudden? "We'll have to tell Aang." Katara said.
"I know, but let's keep Sokka out of this." Zuko said.
"Agreed." Katara said, nodding. "Welcome to the group."
They walked back as Zuko explained his decision, his death, and his friend Drzym. They got back and settled in. Drzym woke up as Zuko climbed up into the tree with her.
"Good night." She whispered to him like she had every night for the past two years. She began to hum. It was the same song that Zuko's mother had sung every night before she died, the same one that Katara's mom used to sing, and the same one that Aang had learned when he was little. It was a lullaby older than the mountains. A song that kept the nightmares at bay that night beneath the starlit sky.