A/N EEK! I saw the new Avatar and it was the bomb! Zuko and Jet fighting each other, now that was a screenshot moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar!

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Standing up, Katara went into the building once more, wondering where in the heck the war chamber was.

When she passed the war chamber room, she gasped as hordes of people streamed out, eager to get somewhere.

She tapped a middle aged man on his shoulders and asked, "Where is everyone going?"

"To see the prince fight his father, now that'll be a sight won't it?" He rushed off.

Katara stood there blankly, staring at the mass of people growing smaller by the second.

She snapped out of her trance and raced towards the arena.

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Zuko woke up, amazed that he was still in the wretched spirit world.

He got up and slid down from the little bed. Stretching, he heard screams and shouts outside.

Quickly, he ran out the door and saw hordes of people rushing away from the shoreline, curious, he ran towards the sea and looked out.

Fire Nation.

He rushed back towards the house, to his surprise, he saw Katara's mother rushing out.

"I knew this day would come, the fire nation won't leave anybody in peace…." She rushed out and joined the other few waterbenders to hold off the attack.

Zuko rushed back in and woke Katara and Sokka.

"We need to get away, now." He gently nudged the two awake.

Katara's eyes snapped open at the sound of people's agonizing screams and shouts.

"Mommy! Where are you?" She dashed away before Zuko could stop her.

Katara ran out the door and watched as the fire nation landed on the icy plains.

The waterbenders holding them off weren't doing so good. They were losing badly, even the warriors of the village were falling down one by one.

"Mommy!" Katara ran up towards the fight.

"Katara!" Sokka ran towards his sister.

"No! Wait! Get back!" Zuko ran after them, cursing under his breath.

He saw Katara stopping next to her mom.

"Katara, honey, stay back! It's not safe!" Her mother hastily said, summoning a basic waterbending move and warding them off.

"Katara!" Sokka pull her away, just in time. A flame shot their mother back, bring her down.

"No! Mommy!" Katara cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Zuko gritted his teeth and saw that the man who attacked her was no other than Zhao.

"Finish that water witch off Zhao!" The general shouted.

"No!" Katara screamed.

Zuko shot out a fire ball, only to have it pass through Zhao, as if he wasn't there.

"What?"

He went up and tried to punch the idiotic Zhao in the head, only to have his fist pass through his body, like mist.

Before he could see Zhao bring down the flaming punch down, he heard whirling and whistling past his ears. The second test was over, he had visited Katara's past, now he knew why she loved the blue necklace dearly and why whenever he mentioned her mother around her, she'd burst into tears.

It was all because of this day.

He reached out a hand towards the ever shrinking image of the scene. How he wished he could stop all that from happening.

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Katara panted as she skidded on the marble floors, rushing towards the arena. She knew something would happen this day, she knew, something happened this day that made him so cold and foreign.

She rushed through the large entrance and gasped. She was too late, Ozai was towering over his son.

"You will learn respect, and suffering will be your teacher."

Katara clenched her teeth and the image of Zuko, down on his knees, pleading for forgivness, saying he is his loyal son, tears streaming down his face, nailed itself into Katara's mind.

She stood there, tears dropping onto the floor. So this was why he was so moody, even to this day, this was the reason why he wouldn't talk about his past, this was the reason why, he wouldn't let her touch his scar.

Her hands trembled at her side, hearing Ozai's booming voice. Then, as if in slow motion, his fist went up, covered in hot flames and slowly went down towards Zuko.

Katara shouted towards him to get out of the way, she even rushed up towards the arena, but every time she took a step, the arena seemed to grow smaller and smaller, until she could no longer see it.

A whistle and wind blowing into her face signaled the end of the second test.

Zuko…that's why…..

A/N Sorry to cut this chapter short! And I apologize if they were OOC or whatever….

Next chapter…

Katara and Zuko both face their final test, which, maybe harder than anything else they had to face….

R&R!