Disclaimer: Thank you for waiting. Yeah, and just to let you know, this chapter has a little Hang cliff, but after this chapter no more Hang Cliff for a long time. I don't own the Avatar blab la blab la bla bla

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Everything was fuzzy, as though it were a dream. Zuko stood up. He was surrounded nothing but mist. He was scared, but he wouldn't show it. I have to get out of this place Zuko thought.

Zuko started running, where he didn't know. He was running for only a minute when he bumped into something. The impact made Zuko fall on the ground.

"Who are you?" Zuko demanded. And he saw the figure more clearly. It was Aang.

"Zuko! There you are!" Aang cheered, and he helped Zuko get up.

"Where are we?" Zuko asked looking around trying to see through the fog.

"I'm not sure," Aang replied scratching his head. "You haven't seen Katara, or Sokka have you?"

"No, only you,"

At that moment they heard voices calling out Aang's voice. "Come on," Aang called, and Zuko and Aang ran together in the mist looking for the voices.

After five minutes of running and looking they stopped to take a break.

"Can't you use your air bending to move the fog?" Zuko asked desperate.

"No, I can't bend air here, or where ever we are," Aang answered trying to air bend.

"What?" Zuko said, then he punched, expecting there to be flames, but instead nothing.

"This is not good," Then all of a sudden, he was hit in the back by something large.

"Nephew! I have found you!" Iroh exclaimed. Iroh had run into Prince Zuko, and was accidentally sitting on him.

"That's great, now get OFF me!" Zuko yelled. Iroh got up and helped Prince Zuko. "I've found them!" Iroh called, and slowly came Katara and Sokka.

"Katara! Sokka!" Aang cried and went to embrace them.

"Aang!" Katara cried, and they hugged.

"Great! Now where all together," Zuko muttered. "Now where the hell are we?"

"I think we're in the spirit world," Aang said.

"What?" Iroh questioned.

"Yeah, in the spirit world, you can't bend." Aang explained.

"But that's impossible! We were just sleeping," Sokka exclaimed, but then they heard a voice.

"Hello there Avatar," an eerie voice spoke and everyone turned around to find themselves facing a mysterious figure in a black cloak.

"Who are you?" Aang asked, wondering if he's a spirit.

"I'm surprised you don't remember me," the figure in the cloak spoke. "But then again, it was one of your past lives, but you can call me the mischief demon."

"Where are we?" Prince Zuko demanded.

"Of course, how rude of me," the Mischief Demon mocked. "We are in another dimension. A place between the living world, and the spirit world. I like to call it, the world of memories."

"Why are we here?" Aang demanded.

"One of the timeless classics. Revenge on you Avatar." They saw the yellow teeth in a wicked grin. "And maybe have fun with your little friends,"

"You're just going to kill us?" Sokka exclaimed.

"Oh no boy. What fun would that be?" he made a gesture with his hand. "No, I want to make you suffer, on what you have done to me Avatar. Listen closely, for I will only say it once." Everyone stood quiet. "You will be each caste into each of your worst memories."

"That's not so bad," Sokka said.

"Well, let's hope so, for if you cannot endure the pain of your memories, you will die." The Mischief Demon smiled.

"But why do you want to kill me?" Zuko asked.

"Oh I have my reasons," the Demon replied. "You might get in the way of my plans. But I said too much already." The Demon waved his arms and all went dark. The next thing Iroh heard was "Let's see how you deal with your worst nightmare Dragon of the West"

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I just want to thank Insane Elvish Vampire Pirate, Twilight Dragoness, Avtr1200, and Lionessmon. I'll try my hardest to get the next chapter up. Hope you enjoy the chapter!