Aang's eyes widened at the sight of a little girl. (No, I'm not talking about Toph.)

"Hello. Will you play with me?" she asked, her childish voice chilling to the bone. Aang gulped, not sure what to say.

"Let's play hide and seek! You're it!" She giggled coldly, and ran off.

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Sokka waved a hand in front of his face, the darkness blinding him from its movement.

"Sokka, will you play with me?" the voice asked. A small girl, looking to be around eight years old, appeared in his view. How he could see her in this dark and not his own hand was a mystery to him.

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Katara slumped down onto her knees, placing a hand on her forehead. "This can't be real. None of it can. I'll wake up any minute."

Zuko stifled a laugh. "And I thought you would've gotten past that idea by now," he bitterly said. Katara scowled up at him.

"Well, how do we get out?"

He heavily exhaled, trying to come up with a few options. "Beats me…" His voice trailed away.

"Figures," she retorted. "I'm going to die here- no, it's worse than that. I'm going to die here with you." Zuko whirled around to face her.

"Well I don't need to be here, protecting a little peasant like you!"

"PROTECTING!"

"If it wasn't for me, you would be in the kitchen in a puddle of your own damn blood!"

"Oh really!"

"YES REALLY!"

Katara crossed her arms, turning her back to him.

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Ah, teen arguments…Not the right time or place for that. (Muahahahahahahahahaaaa!)

--Serenitae