A.N. Sorry its been so long since I updated - my life suddenly got really busy.

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They continued flying for the rest of the day. Shortly before the sun set, the dragons slowly descended to join the army below them. As soon as they landed, Katara jumped off, relieved to feel the solid ground beneath her feet.

"I'm never doing that again," she said to herself.

Katara looked around her. The army was getting camp set up. Iroh walked over to Katara and motioned for her to follow him.

Iroh led Katara and Zuko into a tent that had apparently been set up for them. Katara looked around. It looked plenty big enough for three people, but it would never be big enough if Katara was to share it with Zuko. Although she was getting used to him, she was reminded each day why she was here. She was supposed to kill him.

Katara did not like him one bit, but he was human. She was filled with dread at the thought of murdering Zuko. This is supposed to be easy, she told herself for the thousandth time. Come here, kill him, go home. That was all they said I had to do. No serving, no riding on dragons, and no sleeping in the same tent.

Katara was allowed to wander the camp a bit, but didn't get to far. She walked down the rows of tents and saw the soldiers. She felt increasingly uncomfortable due to the looks she got from them. No, she did not like those looks. Some were even bold enough to approach her.

One man came over to Katara and stood right in front of her. "Hello, beautiful," he said. An evil smile made its way onto his face and he brought his hand up to her cheek. Katara slapped his hand and ran away as fast as she could. She could hear him calling after her.

By the time Katara reached the tent, she was out of breath. She found Iroh and Zuko there, eating dinner. Katara bowed to them and went to sit in a far corner. Iroh stopped her.

"Come eat with us, Miss Katara."

Katara walked over and sat at their makeshift table. She looked at the food they had set out. It looked so good, much better than that stuff they got in the servant's dining room. "Eat," Iroh encouraged. Katara didn't need to be told twice. She was hungry.

After they finished their meal, Katara started to clean up, but Iroh stopped her. Katara looked at him, puzzled. "Shouldn't I-"

"Let the recruits do it."

"Then what should I do, General?"

Iroh shrugged and then yawned. "I'm going to sleep," he said as he stood. "Goodnight." Iroh headed for the entrance to the tent.

"Uncle," Zuko called.

Iroh turned around.

"Aren't you sleeping in here?"

Iroh shook his head. "I have my own tent." With that, Iroh left.

Katara stared at the spot where Iroh just stood. Great. Just, great. Now its just me and Zuko in this stupid tent. Just then, an idea struck Katara. She thought back to what Naomi had told her. She now had the perfect opportunity.

It was more than a little difficult falling asleep so near her enemy. Zuko had his side of the tent and Katara had her little corner, but that did nothing to ease her restlessness. She lay awake in far after Zuko had fallen asleep, a knife in her hand and a knot in her stomach.

Giving up on sleeping, Katara decided to sit outside the tent for a little while, hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind so she could focus on the task at hand. She climbed off of her sleeping mat and made her way outside, but not before looking at Zuko.

He was in a deep sleep, so peacefully. His face was completely calm and a small smile played upon his lips. Katara only looked at him for a moment before leaving the tent.

She sat there for a few minutes, meditating. She let the fresh sir of the countryside fill her lungs. She felt the moon shine upon her, and felt ready. Or as ready as I'll ever be.

Katara walked back inside the tent and unsheathed her knife. She went over to Zuko, only to see him stirring in his sleep. A pained expression on his face, he began to mumble something that Katara couldn't quite make out. Zuko suddenly started tossing and turning.

It was unlike anything that Katara had ever seen before. Zuko was now rolling around so violently, she was afraid. His words became clear to her. "No. No. No," he chanted, his voice growing louder.

Katara didn't know what to do. His face could tell her how much pain he was in, how much he wanted to wake up, but couldn't. Katara wouldn't let this continue.

Katara looked around, and before completely thinking it through, bent the water out of the air and dumped it on Zuko. He shot straight up, eyes wide. He looked around the room and saw Katara kneeling beside his sleeping mat. He then realized he was soaking wet.

"Your Highness," Katara started.

Zuko glared at her. "What is going on? And why on earth am I soaking wet?" he said, voice harsh.

Katara met his glare with on of her own. "You were having a nightmare and I simply woke you up."

Zuko didn't say anything to that. He just looked away, apparently thinking.

"I wouldn't have done anything, Your Highness, but you were rolling all over the place and talking and I-"

"Enough," Zuko silenced her. He stood up and began to pace around the tent.

Katara could sense she had hit a soft spot and kept talking. "You should be thankful that nobody heard you, Your Highness, or else-"

"I said that's enough," Zuko repeated. He seemed very agitated. After pacing a few more times, he stormed out of the tent.

Katara smiled. She didn't know why, but she though it was kind of funny when the prince was mad. She then turned to the knife which still lay by her side and she felt disgusted with herself. If anybody at home could see me now, they would think I was a failure. Nothing but a failure.

Now that Zuko was gone, Katara finally felt comfortable sleeping. And she too was plagued by nightmares.

A.N. There you have it, attempt #1 at murder. I hope you liked it. It's been kind of difficult to write this because I want to try and keep everyone in character as much as possible. So tell me what you think or if you have any constructive criticism/suggestions.

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