All men make mistakes, but only wise men learn from them.

-Winston Churchill

Sokka looked at the man before him and demanded again

"Who are you?" He was a scruffed looking man, with dark hair and eyes. On his back was a longsword, and on his belt two broadswords.

"I'm not here to fight. I am a refugee." He stated calmy. "My name is Kai."

"Whats with all the weopens?" Sokka asked suspiciously.

"I brought them with me when the Fire Nation attacked my village. It was right outside Ba Sing Se." Kai said sadly.

"Wheres your family?" Katara asked, fearing she already knew the answer.

"They were killed. I tried to fight them off, but there were so many..." Kai seemed deep in thought. "I see you have a club there...water tribe weopen. I had a couple of close. You see, I used to train the boys in my village, before they left to fight." Sokka stared at the mans swords. He had never used one before...he never thought he was strong enough to learn them. Maybe...

"Are you...headed anywhere?" Sokka inquired.

"Sadly, no." sighed Kai.

"Maybe you could...show me how to use those?" he gestured towards the swords. Katara gave him a warning look. "What? I'll need to be able to fight with more than just a boomerang and my club in the invasion."

"Invasion?" Sokka told the swordsman all about the day of Black Sun.

"I'll be glad to teach anyone whos brave enough to take on such a task." Kai beamed down at the young warrior.

"Lets start with the broadswords..."

Zuko stood outside of the palace. Ostrich carts were being packed with belongings and items stolen from the palace as Azula barked orders. They were going on a few days trip to the nearest dock, where a Fire Navy ship would bring them home. Iroh was to be brought home a prisoner, and a traitor. He still remained in his cell.

The prince hurried down to the prisoner hold to see Iroh. He passed all the empty cells that criminals had escaped from during the invasion.

"Back I see? Ready to go home?" Iroh asked, strangly cheerful.

"Azula lied...were both going back as prisoners. We have to escape." Zuko frantically whispered.

"I'm glad you have finally realized your choice was wrong."

"Im sorry Uncle..."

"Zuko, you dont need to apologize. Azula planned this all out. I cannot blame you for falling into her trap." Iroh explained.

"Were going to escape tonight, when Azula and her friends are sleeping."

"And then what?"

"I think we should go our seperate ways...just for a while." Zuko told Iroh feeling slightly sad he was going to leave him again.

"If thats what you feel is necessary." A guard then came and led Iroh from his cell to the carts, the old man smiling discretly at his nephew.

"Are you sure you havent used these before? You're learning awfully fast!" Kai told Sokka. He was working on footing, and doing very well.

"Nope. Just my club and boomerang." Sokka replied.

"I think youre ready for this." Kai took the longsword from his back and handed it to Sokka. The young water tribe warrior swung at trees, as the swordsman gave him tips and praise. Sokka wished his father could see him, he'd be so happy...so proud...

When they stopped practicing, Katara went back to caring for Aang. She gave him water, and spoke to him.

"Feeling better?" Katara asked

"A little...but it s-still hurts alot." Aang whispered. She had been waiting to ask for a while.

"Aang, did you ever...meet your parents?" The avatar looked saddened at the thought.

"No. The monks never talked to me about it." he sighed. "Whenever I asked, they only told me 'You have your mother's eyes, Aang'. Thats all I remember about them...my mother...she had silver eyes."

"Oh..." Katara felt bad. At least she had a father. Aang had no family.

"You should really try to sleep Aang. I'll stay right here, in case you need me." Her voice soothed Aang. He gave into sleep, his last thought being his parents. And those silver eyes...