Hello! So here is another chapter...

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amethystfirechik: I had initially intended to try maintain everything from Zuko and Katara's perspectives, but I do quite like this idea and I think I know where I would throw it in...

I'm itching to get this thing moving forward because I had so many ideas when I was listening to a bunch of Florence + The Machine a couple weeks ago and I jotted them all down.. So if I can manage to keep this up, this story will likely be something like 40+ chapters with some short time skips. I did say I was trying to make this an epic, right?

This chapter was inspired by the song 'How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful' by Florence + The Machine from their 2015 album of the same name.

Please please please let me know what you think! (:

Chapter 11: How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

…

Tell me you see it too

We've opened our eyes and it's changing the view

Oh, what are we going to do?

We've opened the door now, it's all coming through

How big, how blue, how beautiful

…

So much time on the other side

Waiting for you to wake up

Maybe I'll see you in another life

If this one wasn't enough

So much time on the other side

…

She cursed as the wind was knocked out of her chest and she was unceremoniously wrenched off her feet and dragged through the foul smelling water. Zuko was behind her, the muscles rippling in his back and shoulders were jabbing into her as he struggled. Katara bent a sharp edge into the water ahead of them and hoped for the best. Much to her luck, the vines that ensnared them caught on it and snapped. Suddenly freed, they skidded through the shallow water, tumbling with the momentum. When they both stood up, breathing heavily, she eyed the trees and water around them, but there was only calm. Zuko groaned behind her and Katara grit her teeth when she saw the gash in his arm, extending from his bicep down to just past his elbow.

"Shit," She gasped, "I'm sorry!"

He just shook his head, wincing, "It's not that deep."

"Hold still, let me heal you."

Katara bent down before him, pulling what little water remained in her water skin into and around her hand. As her hand began glowing, he moved.

"Look out!" He growled, sending a blast of fire over her head. Then, the vines were coiling around his torso from behind; another snapped around her waist and she cursed again. She grabbed for him and his hand caught hers.

"Zuko!" They were being pulled in opposite directions, resisting only as their hands remained clasped. Her hand was still wet from the water and she felt it sliding from his grasp. Katara's widened eyes met his and she saw the fire raging in them as he struggled to hold onto her.

"Don't worry," He bit out, "I'll find you." Then her hand slipped from his and she was being dragged once more through the water, away from him.

Bending the water around her, she broke the hold of the tendrils and slid to her feet, ready to defend herself again, but no more vines shot out at her. Sound returned to her ears as birds chirped from above and the hum of the swamp resumed. What had just happened?

She turned to run in the direction she had been pulled from, her eyes darting to her surroundings, expecting more vines to seize her at any moment.

"Zuko! Zuko?" Katara yelled, but she was met with only the ambient sounds of the wetlands.

Huffing, she continued trudging through the shallow muddy puddle, that seemed to envelope the entirety of the forest, in the direction she had last seen him. Obviously, she had misjudged this swamp and she realized a moment too late when she slipped off a ledge into deeper water. Katara cursed and sputtered as she pulled herself up once more, rubbing the muddy water from her eyes. A sound interrupted her frustrated rant; a childlike giggle that echoed through the trees. Through squinted eyes, she saw a little boy duck into the shadows.

"Hello?" She rubbed her eyes again, certain what she just saw must have been a trick of the waning light that filtered in through the dense canopy above. Katara walked over to the tree nearby, a shiver traveling up her spine – was she losing it? Perhaps she had hit her head?

The giggle came again, closer now, and she whirled around to see the little boy once more. He was giving her a cheeky smile, his hands clasped behind his back as he swayed side-to-side. She breathed a sigh of relief; maybe she wasn't losing her mind.

"Why, hello there," She started towards the boy, her tone softening as she addressed the child, "Where are your parents?"

By the look of him, he must have only been two or three years old, far too young to be wandering around a swamp – or anywhere, really – alone. He was wearing a red and black tunic with a golden hem that seemed surprisingly clean, judging from the state of her clothes. As she moved closer to him, familiar features became clear through the fog that lingered over the water; pale skin, dark hair, and sparkling amber eyes that conveyed the innocence of childhood, not yet clouded by the pain of the world. He looks so much like Zuko, she thought, eyeing his clothes in the traditional colors of the Fire Nation.

His laughter was like sunlight, a blessing in the dimly lit wetland. Pointing up to the canopy, he squealed in excitement as a bird flew overhead and Katara feigned surprise, laughing with him. However, when she got close to him, his mischievous little smile turned into a grin as he turned and bounded off into the swamp.

"Wait!" She yelled, as she followed him further into the wetlands, forgetting which way she had been heading in the first place.

…

"Katara!" Zuko shouted, hands cupped on either side of his mouth, "Katara! Uncle!"

The vines had released him when he collided with a tree and slumped down its trunk to sit in the foul, tepid water. The gash on his arm still pained him and was lazily oozing blood that dripped down his forearm. Cursing, he lifted his arm to keep the open wound out of the water and stumbled to his feet.

The swamp was rather homogeneous and he realized how easy it would be to get lost – if he wasn't already. He vaguely recounted the direction he had been pulled from and set off that way, hoping Katara had stayed put. He was going to find her, as he had promised.

"Katara!" He yelled again over the melodious chirping crickets and croaking amphibians. Zuko continued walking, yelling for Katara, but got no response. Nothing looked any more or less familiar than anything else and he realized he was lost. Growling in frustration, fire erupted from his fists and he threw a burst of flames at some nearby foliage. The swamp was huge and without being able to see the sun, he had no way of knowing which direction he was traveling in.

He blasted through some brush and entered a small clearing. A ray of light shone through the canopy and Zuko rushed forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sun. He almost didn't notice the woman basking in the sunlight; her fine robes dipping into the shallow water as she perched on a particularly large root protruding from the ground in an arch.

Zuko stopped suddenly as his gaze met hers. Half of her hair was pulled up in a traditional topknot, held in place by a golden headpiece in the shape of a flame. She smiled at him warmly; a knowing smile that reminded him of his youth – hot summer days in the palace gardens, feeding turtleducks.

"… Mom?" His voice was barely a whisper. As the flames in his palms receded, his pulse raced. He almost hadn't recognized her, if not for the headpiece – all images that depicted Princess Ursa had been removed from the palace the day she had disappeared. Zuko hadn't seen her in eleven years and felt a pang of guilt when he realized he couldn't even conjure a memory of her face anymore. But here she was. This was her, he could feel the familiarity rushing back from the recesses of his memory.

She patted the flat spot on the root next to her as if to say, 'come, sit'.

"What-… What are you doing here? I thought you were dead." He approached, disbelieving, "This can't be real." Unbidden, tears welled in his eyes.

Not removing his gaze from the welcoming visage of his mother, he sat down beside her.

"I'm sorry, my son," Her voice was distant, melancholy, "I should have been there for you."

"Is it really you?"

"Zuko," She smiled again, solemnly this time, "You must never forget who you are."

"What do you mean?"

"No matter what happens, never forget." She stood and started to walk away, disappearing behind a tree.

"Wait! I don't understand!" Zuko leapt up to follow.

…

"Where are you going?" Katara followed the boy as he splashed through puddles and hopped over tree roots. "What's your name?"

He just laughed and squealed, disappearing behind trees whenever she got close and reappearing up ahead, turning as if he was waiting for her to catch up. She continued following, starting to wonder if she actually was losing it. Maybe she had gotten a concussion when she had been dragged through the swamp, she considered. But the little boy seemed so real.

Reappearing in a clearing up ahead, she rushed after him, but stopped before reaching him when she saw his face. His jovial expression had warped into a look of hurt and fear, then he started crying as a long scar appeared across his face. It was a reddened line that traveled from the middle of his forehead, through his eyebrow, just barely missing the outer corner of his left eye. By the looks of it, it was a clean cut, like one made by the sharp edge of a dagger.

"Oh no, what happened?" She ran towards the little boy, as the overwhelming feeling to hold him in her arms and wipe away his tears came over her. He sniffled and ran behind some more trees.

"Come back!" Katara called, as she rounded the trees and ran bodily into someone who certainly wasn't a little boy. She fell backwards, dreading the murky water, but strong arms reached out to catch her. Looking up, she found herself in Zuko's grasp. His expression wasn't the vexing smirk that she was expecting, but a mixture of worry and despair.

"What were you yelling about?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing down at her.

"I- I thought I saw… a little boy." She stammered, "He was running through the swamp and I followed him here."

Zuko's brow furrowed further as he averted his gaze and muttered, "I thought I saw someone too. But it wasn't a child."

Her head tilted to the side, "Who was it?"

"My mom," He sighed, "I followed her here."

"But I thought…" She stopped herself from finishing the sentence, "What is going on?" She asked in exasperation instead.

"I don't know," He eyed the trees around them, as if expecting an answer.

"Well, whatever we saw… it brought both of us here."

"But what is here?"

Katara looked up and saw that they were standing near the base of a giant tree, towering over the swamp. It was magnificent, at least a hundred times larger than any tree she had ever seen – though, she had only just started seeing trees in the last couple months.

"I think it's… the middle of the swamp." She breathed, still gazing up at the tree. Slivers of the sky were visible around its expansive canopy and she noted that sunset was approaching.

"We should try to find my Uncle and the rest-" His thought was cut off when a huge green figure rose from the water behind them and raised a plantlike limb above their heads.

Before Katara could react, Zuko's arms were around her waist and they were tumbling through the water again. She sat up in time to see the swamp monster glide across an array of tree roots towards them; its face a wooden mask carved from tree bark and its body a collection of vines and plant matter.

"Watch out!" She shouted to Zuko. The creature was rearing to strike again and she sent up a sharp edge from the water below to cleave off it's arm that was quickly heading towards him. Zuko was on his feet, punching fire at the monster, while Katara watched in horror as the limb she had severed off reattached itself.

The creature swung low, an arcing swipe that Zuko just barely managed to launch himself over with a jumping kick as she stumbled backwards. Gathering her nerves, Katara bent swampy water from below up into her hands and sent a whip at the creature, slicing off a section of what she deemed to be its head; again, the plant matter regenerated.

"What is that thing?" She yelled.

"How am I supposed to know?" Zuko was still shooting fire at the creature, but every time it got burnt or lost a limb, more plant matter replaced the damage. The monster swung at her this time and Zuko amputated its limb again with an curving blast of fire from an axe kick.

Gritting her teeth, she sent a wave at the swamp monster, freezing it upon impact. Hoping she had it trapped, she lunged forward, bringing water up to slice at its head once more. Much to her surprise, the ice suddenly fell away, sloughing off its limbs and body. Her eyes widened when she saw a third limb forming from from the plant matter at its center, which was darting directly at her. She didn't have time to react.

Katara closed her eyes and steeled herself against the blow but it never came. Zuko had jumped in front of her with a butterfly kick that split the vines in two; she opened her eyes in time to see the damaged vines wrap around him as they regenerated. The creature seized Zuko, hauling him off his feet and into the air, then proceeded to bash his body into the ground a couple times before throwing him to strike a tree. She could have sworn she heard a crunching noise when his body had hit the ground and she suddenly felt sick. Katara had only been able to look on in utter shock, grasping at her head.

"Zuko!" She screamed in horror as she watched his body slide down the trunk of the tree into a pile at its base, unconscious. A rage like no other filled her then, replacing any trepidation she had felt before as the swamp monster threw out another slimy limb and pulled Zuko's limp body into its grasp. The creature, with Zuko in its clutches, started gliding off over the top of the water.

"Oh, no you don't!" Katara shrieked as she bent the water below her feet, riding a wave that surged around the monster, cutting off its escape. She sent a sharpened stream of water at its shoulder that punctured through, detaching the limb, and it dropped Zuko. As it was regenerating, she bent the water around her friend's limp body like an incoming tide and brought him behind her. The creature raised its other limb, preparing to crush her, but she gathered the water around her into a wave that crashed into it, knocking it backwards.

Katara cursed through heavy breaths. How was she going to protect Zuko, let alone beat this thing? She glanced over her shoulder at his lifeless form and hoped it wasn't too late – he'd likely sustained some pretty severe internal injuries from the battering he took for her. Biting her lip, she ran towards the creature; she had to keep it away from him.

She skidded through the water in her bending stance and, twirling her arms in a windmill-like motion, sent a series of blades up from the water, their sharpened edges slicing through the vines repeatedly. Her attacks were coming faster than the creature could regenerate and, between cuts, she thought she saw an arm, a hand, a shoulder, moving within the plant matter. There's a person there? Bending the vines?

"I know there's someone in there!" She yelled, as she continued her assault, "Come out now before I have to kill you!" With that, she gathered the water around her and, spinning twice, slashed laterally through the vines, cleaving the mask in two.

"Ok! Ok!" Came a muffled voice. The vines fell to the water, at the feet of a nearly naked man. "I'm just trying to protect the swamp! This place is sacred- And it's my home!"

"We have no intention of harming the swamp or your home!" She was still yelling, as she ran over to Zuko and pulled him into her lap. Katara felt for a pulse and was relieved when she found it.

The man pointed to Zuko, "I saw him burn things."

Katara grunted, realizing that was probably true, "He- He just has anger issues! He didn't mean it! We're just passing through."

"Ok, ok, we can talk this out," He was saying, raising his hands as if that would lessen the tension in the air.

"He needs medical attention," She gestured at Zuko, "From when you beat him to a pulp for just trying to protect me!"

"Look, I'm sorry. I was just going to take him out to the edge of the swamp and dump him near a village close by. The Fire Nation has been trying to burn the trees down to make a roadway through the swamp for their war machines. I saw what he was wearing and assumed he was one of them. There were others too."

"Well, he's not, ok?" She was crossing her arms over her chest, trying to wrangle the swirling rage that had nearly consumed her moments ago. Katara sighed, "The others that you mentioned… six soldiers and an old man?"

"Yes, they're tied up back in my village for questioning."

"Ok," Katara breathed, "And… I'm sorry to hear about the swamp. The Fire Nation seems to be inciting violence in even the most peaceful of places nowadays."

"Isn't he from the Fire Nation?" He gestured at Zuko again.

"Well- yes, but… it's complicated. I promise you, we are not here to burn anything." She frowned, "I'm really worried about him – he needs healing."

The man eyed Zuko and grimaced, adjusting his loin cloth, which was actually just a collection of leaves, below his round mid-section. Then he met Katara's gaze and he gave her a remorseful look, "You can bring him into our village and stay the night as reparation for the injuries I caused. My name is Huu."

Katara sighed in relief and pulled one of Zuko's arms over her shoulder, "I'm Katara. This is Zuko. Thank you."

Huu came over and hauled Zuko's other arm over his shoulder, "So, you're a waterbender from the Northern Water Tribe?"

"The Southern Water Tribe," She corrected, struggling with Zuko's weight, "I'm heading North-… at some point- to find a master to teach me."

"A master? You don't need a master!" Huu gave a hearty laugh, "I never had one – I just learned from the swamp. Nature can teach you a great many things, if you are willing to listen. In fact, I reached enlightenment sitting under this very tree," He pointed up, "The great banyan-grove tree."

"So that's how you were controlling the vines – you're a waterbender?"

"I am indeed," Huu smiled, "There are a handful of us in my village. We're not far away now."

Katara felt her face light up, "Really? I thought… I thought that the only waterbenders left were all at the North Pole."

"Well, you and I are here, ain't we?" Huu chuckled.

"We are," She agreed, feeling more at ease, "So are you technically… people of the Earth Kingdom?"

"We are an autonomous nation within the Earth Kingdom," He grinned, "Not a lot of people come into these parts to begin with. Before the Fire Nation invasions, few people had ever heard of the Foggy Swamp Tribe."

…

Everything ached; his head, his shoulders, his back, his limbs. Zuko groaned as consciousness returned to him and grunted when he felt a sudden weight on his chest. He forced his eyes open and his gaze was met with big, watery blue eyes. The warmth that spread through him nearly overpowered the dull pain radiating in his body.

"You're finally awake! I was so worried," Katara was resting her head on his sternum. Without thinking, he brought a hand up, running his fingers through her hair.

"Katara…" He mumbled, "You're safe."

"So are you," She smiled back.

"Where are we?"

"We're in the Foggy Swamp village," A slight blush colored her cheeks, "Thank you… for, you know."

Memories rushed back to him then; the fight against the swamp creature, how he had instinctively jumped in front of her. "How did we- what happened? The swamp monster?"

"Yeah… I took care of it," she chuckled, "I went into a blind rage when you passed out. I, erm, got some help from this waterbender, Huu, and he brought us back to his village so you could rest. I'm just glad you're ok. I tried to heal you, but, well, I'm not very good at it yet. You dislocated your shoulder so Huu had to help me set it-"

Zuko grabbed her hand in his and ran the pad of his thumb over her knuckles, feeling better in her presence. She had been worried about him. "It's fine," He forced a smirk, "Doesn't hurt too bad."

Katara just laughed as she squeezed his hand, "Ok, tough guy. Well, I'll keep trying. If anything, this a great opportunity to practice healing."

"So, I'm just your practice dummy now?"

A look passed over her eyes before her easy smile returned, "Something like that."

They stayed that way, her lying on his chest while he stroked her hair, holding hands, until sleep took over once more.

...

When Zuko's hand finally stopped moving through her hair, she knew he was asleep again. Katara listened closely to the steady rhythm of his heart as his breathing deepened and slowed.

Nature can teach you a great many things, if you are willing to listen...

She thought of Huu – he'd never had a master. He just listened to the swamp. Suddenly curious, she moved her head along Zuko's chest, listening. It wasn't until she placed her hand on him and closed her eyes that she could hear something – not hear, feel. It was a warm, familiar flow; a feeling that reminded her of walking along the glacial stream near her village, the one whose water she bent for the very first time in the summer sun. Still listening, she started exploring with her hands, adding pressure every once in a while. Placing her other hand on Zuko's shoulder, she focused on that glimmer of familiarity, feeling the flow of his blood. The longer she listened, the more she understood the pathways that water took through his veins.

After what must have been a couple hours of earnest concentration, she started to be able to discern the smaller processes; reservoirs of water – tissue – and the flow within the tissue like tiny eddies in a calm lake. Sliding her palm up his ribs, she could feel the disruptions in the normal flow around areas of inflammation, bruising. She listened and felt, running her hands over his shoulder, his ribs, and down his chest. Intent on giving it a shot, Katara pulled some water out of her water skin to coat her hands and placed them over Zuko's shoulder. She could feel the water in her palm take on the rhythm of his blood flow as it crossed the barrier of his skin. The feeling was so strangely intimate that it sent a shiver down her spine. Then her hands glowed blue.

...

When he woke again, it was full dark and some of the pain had subsided. Katara was leaning over him, her face illuminated in a soft blue light, brows furrowed in concentration. Not wanting to break her focus, he silently watched her at work; he liked the way her nose and mouth twitched back and forth like a rabbit as she tried to pinpoint the damage. His Little Rabbit, he fondly thought back to the nickname he had given her – it felt like so long ago now. Truthfully, though, she was much less of a rabbit, now; Katara was in the process of shedding her rabbit skin, and he had seen the wolf underneath, baring her sharp teeth at anyone who dared stand in her way. The thought roused something in him that he did not venture to define.

"How are you feeling?" She whispered, having finally noticed he had woken.

"Better," He replied, "A lot better. Have you been healing me this whole time?"

"On and off," She glanced at him, a smile tugging at her lips, "You've been asleep for a while. I spent some time talking with Huu about waterbending and I wandered- well, maybe I'll show you later."

"What? You haven't slept?"

Katara bit her lip and shook her head, "Not really. I tried but I can't."

"What did you want to show me?" He asked, picking his head up to look at her properly.

She tried to fight another smile, "Just… something. It'll have to wait until you feel better. You still need rest."

Zuko winced as he propped himself up on one elbow, "I feel better. Show me."

"Really?" Katara's laugh tickled at something in his chest, "Do you think you can stand? Walk?"

"No problem," He grimaced as he got up.

"Zuko, you really should-"

"Show me," He repeated.

She shrugged and wrapped his arm around her shoulders for support. Katara guided him out of the hut and into the night. The sky wasn't visible and the dense canopy above cast everything in shadow.

"Can you give us a little light?" She whispered as the village slept around them.

Zuko lit a fire in his free hand and held it out to illuminate the ground before them. They picked their way over tree roots and puddles in the darkness, his arm wrapped around Katara's slim shoulders. After they carefully walked up a steep root, she directed him to sit down and put out his fire.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness after staring into his flame for so long, but when they did, he was met with the most beautiful sight.

…

Katara watched in the dim light as he turned his face to the sky and his features softened. She had found the spot earlier as the stars were just coming out – if one climbed high enough up the trunk of the great banyan-grove tree, a section of the sky was visible.

"This is how the stars look at the South Pole," She said, sitting next to him, "I didn't realize how much I've missed them. Huu told me that there isn't any light for hundreds of miles in any direction – that's why the stars are so clear."

They sat in silence for a moment, eyes fixed on the night sky above. At length, she gave him a sidelong glance and, looking at his profile, she was suddenly reminded of the child that she had followed through the swamp. He seemed so peaceful, so unlike the irate Prince she had met many weeks ago. It was a sweet sight and she had a hard time tearing her eyes away when he turned to look at her.

"Katara…"

She caught the smile pulling at his lips and turned her head abruptly – though she doubted he could see her blush in the dark, she wasn't taking any chances.

"What do you think? It's beautiful, right?" Katara asked, biting her lip as her eyes returned to the sky.

"Yeah," He mumbled back, still watching her, "Beautiful."

She scooted closer to him and rested her cheek on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. He had spent so much time on the opposite side of her, across from her, but sitting next to him now felt so right.

"Do you ever think what things would be like if the war never started all those years ago? How different things might be?" She asked.

"I have sometimes," He admitted, "But it's all hypothetical. When I become Fire Lord, I'm going to put an end to the war."

"Wait, so… you don't support the war?" She kicked herself for sounding so surprised, but she was; he was the Prince of the Fire Nation – it was his royal ancestors that started the war in the first place and it was his family, his own father, that had perpetuated it, seeking to gain control over the entire world.

"No," He grumbled, scowling, "I saw the effects of war during the last three years of my banishment- before I found the Avatar. My Uncle and I went to all the Air Temples searching for him- we traveled through the colonies and parts of the Earth Kingdom and… I saw the desolation that my country caused in the name of prosperity."

"I just… I thought as the future Fire Lord… that you would be… I don't know, promoting the war."

"You think I would condone killing thousands of innocent people?"

"No, no- that's not what I'm saying," She floundered, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"All the war has done is give the other nations every reason to hate the Fire Nation. There will always be resistance to Fire Nation rule and the only way to restore peace in the world is to end the war and rebuild the trust between the four nations – well, what remains of them."

Katara was quiet for a moment, pondering this, "So your first act as Fire Lord will be to put an end to the war?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied, without hesitation.

Her heart fluttered in her chest and she cursed it to calm down. Despite his rough exterior, he had a soft core; he was a sensitive soul who had been beaten into submission, just trying to find his place in the world. Part of her felt guilty for judging him so harshly in the past; she was beginning to understand, now, that most of the things she had assumed about Zuko were wrong. She had projected all her anger towards the Fire Nation for the atrocities that the military committed onto him.

Suddenly, he wasn't her enemy anymore, but he wasn't quite her friend either, she realized; there was something else between them. She truly cared for him, that much was certain, but she also found herself wanting to be beside him, craving his company. The way she felt about Zuko was entirely different than how she felt about Aang or Suki. She couldn't describe it and wasn't sure she was ready to try just yet.

Instead, she resigned to enjoying the moment; to bask in the feel of his warm body on hers against the chill of the night. Snuggling into him more, she sighed as she tried let go of the anxiety she held towards the future. A decision would have to be made and she found herself hoping he would choose her, that she would be enough; that he would suddenly wake up and know what to do – that he would see how wonderful everything could be if he switched sides. As if fate had been listening, a star fell out of sky above them.

"Did you see that?" He whispered into her hair.

"Yes," She smiled to herself.

"Did you make a wish?"

"I did."

Another difficult chapter to write! I hope it wasn't too clunky; I haven't quite been able to muster the raw, unbridled inspiration I had last week when I updated every day for like... 4 days in a row haha.

And sorry for the cheesy fluff haha the whole star gazing thing was inspired by real life events (sort of) - I've barely been able to see my boyfriend during quarantine, but we met up at 3AM in the mountains to watch the meteor shower that was visible in the Northern Hemisphere recently and I couldn't resist the urge to cheese things up a bit as a result :3

I do have a question for you guys, though: what do you think about the visions that they both saw in the swamp? I played around with the visions that Aang, Sokka, and Katara all saw in the swamp episode and kind of combined them...

Please review! I love to hear your thoughts and it helps me push through some of the writer's block!

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With love,

A Storm