Chapter 3

Aang had a deep frown on his face, which was odd to Katara, and Sokka because Aang always has a smile or a grin on. But Aang was in deep thought, and was also remembering something a hundred years ago. That song that Zuko sang, was the same song that Monk Gyostu taught him. Aang smiled, that song always brought hope to him, and to hear Zuko sing it! He looked over at Zuko and sighed. Zuko was in a meditating position, but he was pretty sure that Zuko had fallen asleep. He wont admit it, because he wont give up. Aang thought. They were almost to the healer, the same healer that helped him cure his friends. But they needed to land, so he spotted a landing and they landed. Zuko woke up immediately trying to not act like he was sleeping, but Sokka noticed right away.

"oooohhh how was your little nappy nap?" Sokka asked in a cute voice.

"Shut UP!" Zuko yelled. "I wasn't sleeping, I was… meditating"

"Yeah, you were first meditating, then you fell asleep"

"Was not"

"Was too"

"WAS NOT!"

"Could we stop fighting children?" Katara mocked. "We'll stop here for tonight and leave in the morning."

Zuko nodded, and then got angry over himself to let himself act like such a child. He hadn't done that since he was little with his sister Azula. He picked his Uncle up slowly. OMFG He is so damn heavy! I can't carry him! Maybe the peasant…

You have shown shameful weakness…and suffereing will be your teacher…

No, I can't ask for help. I can do this.

And Zuko placed his Uncle gingerly on the ground making a pillow.

"Aang, can you make the fire? I'm going to restock our water supply." Katara asked. "Sure thing!" Aang called back and headed toward the woods in a flash. Aang used his air bending by making a mini hurricane and grabbing all the sticks in the air. He came back jogging and laughing to the campsite five minutes later. When Aang, saw Zuko, he stopped laughing. He decided to try to start the fire, even though only Sokka knew how. But Sokka went off looking for food.

Aang made a pile of wood, then saw two rocks and started to bang together, trying to copy Sokka's movments. Nothing happened. Aang started to get frustrated. He was starting to get cold, and hungry. Meanwhile, Zuko just stood and watched the Avatar try to make a fire.

Zuko watched the great Avatar, the one and only person that can stop the war, and possibly defeat his father, try to make fire with two stones. Zuko laughed. It was one of those laughs he was even surprised to hear himself. It was a laugh that waited to be let out after two years of depression. An insane laugh said "My life sucks, and my life is in the hands of this…12 year old boy.

Zuko saw Aang look at him with sad eyes. And then it hit Zuko. He's only a boy. For some reason he was gone, and all of a sudden, he has to fix up men's ignorance war. He's so innocent, and yet he's so powerful. His child hood is going to be gone, just like mine was. Zuko wiped his eyes, and walked towards Aang.

"You're doing it wrong." Zuko said, as his frown set in again.

"Sokka usually does this, but I never learned fire bending, or how to make a fire. I really don't get that cold really." Aang said, and started to wonder where Zuko was going with this.

Zuko sighed. "let me show you how to make a real fire" and Aang nodded his head in excitement. "First, you need to put the fire in a spot where no tree's will get caught on fire. Like an open medow." Zuko gestered around himself. "Next, we have to collect some stones, flat ones would be the best." Aang looked at him questionly.

"Why?" asked Aang.

"Because I said so! Start looking for them." Zuko yelled. Why do I have to explain myself all the time? So Aang shrugged his shoulders, and jumped high into the trees. Zuko sighed, as he made a little hole in the ground to make the fire. After that, he started to look for some rocks of his own. When he went back to the campsite with many flat rocks in his arms, he saw rocks scattered across the ground, and Aang lying on his stomach.

"Hey! Who put that hole there?" Shouted Aang.

"I did" Zuko growled. Aang swallowed, showing some fear. Zuko looked around. "Good, you collected enough rocks, now lets get started." And Zuko started to pile flat rocks around the hole. Aang was cluleless.

"And why are we putting rocks around the hole?" Aang asked, with his eye brow up.

"Because, this hole is where the fire will go." Said Zuko gritting his teeth in anyoance. But Aang had more questions.

"Ooook, but what are the rocks for? To keep the fire in?" Aang asked, trying to act smart.

"Rocks produce more heat, when they come in contact with fire." Zuko snapped, and then looked over to his shivering Uncle. "And where going to need a lot of heat."

Aang sighed for at leaste the third time that day, and started to help Zuko with the rocks. Soon, the fireplace was looking pretty good. Then Zuko placed the wood in the neat little fire place.

"Great! So, how do we start the fire?" Aang asked brightly.

Zuko looked at him, as though he was truly stupid. Zuko raised his fist, breathed in, and out came fire in his hands onto the wood. The wood became crackling, and warmth washed over them both.

"You really need to learn fire bending." Zuko replied and went to go move his Uncle near the fire. Aang just sat near the fire, letting the warmth wash over his body.