Chapter Two. I decided to upload this instead of studying because I'm such a rebel and all. So, in case anyone is really wanting to know how to pronounce Kai I read somewhere it was pronounced "keye", I've heard someone say "kay" but when I say it, it rhymes with pie because that is just the way I like to say it. It doesn't really matter to me, say it however you like. I'm sure Anala would say it as "no-good-lying-cheating-betrayer" but that's just her :). So when you get to the part of a new name it's pronounced "keye-nah" but me being me I say "Ky-nah" like Pie-nah. Again, I don't mind how you say it just someone asked me so I thought I'd put it out there. And Lamon, Lanzo and Loesan are just names I picked out from the internet. Anyway, with that aside, onto chapter two :D

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The ground hurt her feet even though she was sure that a year ago her feet would have been able to stand it. She pushed her way through the trees, looking as if she'd just woken from a very long sleep. Her legs felt wobbly but her heart was beating fast. She couldn't believe her luck. It felt like a dream.

She spun around as she heard shouts and people approach her. She slid into the bushes and watched as the guards trampled past her, shouting orders to one another. When they couldn't spot her clearly, they began knocking the trees and beating the bushes, getting closer and closer to the spot where she hid.

She stood and, with all the power she could muster, she threw a large ball of fire at them before turning and running away from them. They cried in surprise and anger, quickly making their way after her trying to capture her by caging her feet but she wasn't about to fall for that trick again.

She skilfully dodged any rocks that were sent her way but still had trouble getting away from them since she wasn't used to running. She tired quickly and felt dizzy from the lack of food and water she'd had and eventually had to stop with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. The guards snickered as they caught up but when one of them went to grab her, fire burnt his arm. The man screamed in pain and stumble back, holding his burnt arm.

Out of the trees, people in Fire Nation armour revealed themselves and began attacking the earthbenders, driving them back easily and killing two. Anala stood shocked and quickly went to get away but was stopped as one of them grabbed her should. "Don't worry," the soldier assured, gripping her shoulder tightly. "You're safe with us now." They tugged on her slightly, indicating for her to follow.

The man that addressed her took the lead, holding his weapon, which was a large sword, menacingly in his hands. Two other soldiers stood either side of him and another two stood at either side of her as she walked, watching to make sure nothing would harm her. Four more took the rear. She felt terrified in their presence and yet, at the same time, she was relieved that they'd saved her. She was sure she wouldn't have been alive if they hadn't stepped in when they did.

They marched through the forest until they reached a camp where other soldiers were situated, moving around to speak to one another or show a new weapon to a fellow soldier. There was a large tent at the far end where she assumed the General, Admiral or Commander stayed, planning the next attack.

Most of the knowledge about Fire Nation warfare she had from when she was a child had slowly faded from her mind. She faintly remembered them as if she'd learnt about them in a dream more so then in real life. Her father would sit with her for hours telling her stories about soldiers and great battles. When she didn't understand something, he'd explain and those explanations would stick in her mind and she'd be able to talk with the children of Generals and Admirals about warfare. She didn't always have to speak with them, but on the occasions they had, the children always had something in common to discuss.

Thinking back on it, everything had been pretty simple for her. Her whole life was basically handed to her on a gold plate. She would have been a princess to the day she died. Her father would have taken the throne, followed by her brother and his children. She would have never gotten the chance to rule, so the life she was living was only slightly different to the one she would have lived.

She was pushed towards a small tent beside the large one where a nurse sat inside, looking fairly tired and defeated. "Tend to her please Ming," the man said bluntly before turning and leaving the tent, not giving any explanation to why he had gone out and returned with a girl who had no idea what was happening.

The nurse smiled kindly though and patted the small bed. Anala hesitantly shuffled over and sat on the bed. She cherished the moment of the soft material beneath her. She hadn't been in a real bed in a long, long time. "Spirits, you're so skinny!" the lady said as she lifted Anala's arm without warning. It was practically skin and bone attached to her body. "We're going to have to fatten you up," the nurse chuckled.

So she continued to poke Anala in every place she could reach. Anala sat annoyed on the seat, the urge to hit the woman growing stronger with each second. As the woman reached her stomach she quickly grabbed her wrist and glared at her. "I think we're done here," she practically snarled. The woman just smiled and handed her a bowl with rice in it. Anala eyed the food before taking it from the nurse's hand and sniffing at it. The nurse was still smiling at her, Anala was almost afraid her face would split in half. She carefully grabbed the chop sticks and dug into her meal, ignoring the nurse.

"You will be sleeping here tonight, where I can keep an eye on you to make sure you eat and drink," the nurse said as she fluffed a pillow and set it behind Anala. She tore the sparkling clean bowl away from Anala and pushed her down in the bed, covering her and patting her softly on the head. Anala growled at the woman. She'd spent years in the Earth Kingdom by herself and didn't need anyone tucking her in. She was fourteen not four. Nevertheless she rolled over snuggled into the blankets before drifting off to sleep as the nurse shuffled through papers on her desk nearby.

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"Oh for goodness sakes Lamon!" the shriek made Anala leap from her bed in fright, and to fall ungracefully onto the floor. She grumbled as she tried to untangle herself from the sheets. "Oh dear! Are you alright?" the nurse cried as she helped the now irritated Anala to her feet.

"I'm fine," she mumbled as she sat back on the bed. The nurse smiled and ran back towards the entrance. Anala was staring at the empty bed opposite her before her view was blocked by some jerk in shiny armour. Her eyes widened and she looked up to see a boy, older than her, rubbing the back of his head while holding a cloth on a bloody wound on his arm. His hair was long and dark brown, almost black but not quite, his skin was light and his eyes were a very light brown. He looked up from his wound to see her. He was stunned momentarily and then smirked at her. "Hi," he grinned. She blushed and looked away from him, acknowledging that she'd been gaping at him. She heard him shuffle over and sit beside her, right beside her. He was so close it made her incredibly uncomfortable so she moved slightly away but he followed. "So, what is your name?"

She was so muddled she accidently burst out "Kai!" before clamping a hand over her mouth in shock. What have you just done to yourself? She thought, wanting nothing more than to hit her forehead in despair. "I meant Kai...na, yeah, Kaina…" At that moment her hand twitched slightly, she now wanted to slap herself in the face. He'll never buy it, she worried. He hummed for a moment, studying her.

"That's weird but I like it. Are you from one of the colonies?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied bluntly with a dead look on her face, with eyes wide.

"…Cool!" he exclaimed. "I'm Lamon."

"Um … hi?" she replied lamely, looking everywhere except at him. He opened his mouth to say something else but the nurse came back in. Anala never thought she'd ever be so grateful to see that woman in her life. "Lamon! Would you leave this poor girl alone? Get on your bed or I won't help you!" Lamon smirked and jumped back onto his bed, making it screech in protest due to his weight. The nurse began to clean and bandage his wounds, the whole time Anala spent straightening her sheets and rolling back over to return to sleep.

She couldn't though. She wanted to see if she could gather any information from the two if they were to start a conversation. She wanted to know exactly who she was dealing with, where they were and what they were doing. Eventually, her wishes were granted. "You know your father won't be impressed Lamon."

"It's not father it's General Lanzo, remember? And when is he ever impressed?" The tone Lamon had reminded Anala of a child who was getting scolded for something they done wrong. "If I was Loesan, then he'd be impressed." General Lanzo and Lamon didn't ring any bells in her head but the name Loesan sent alarm bells ringing. She had a sudden image of a boy much older than she, walking beside a very old man heading towards the Fire Lord's private quarters. Only the most respected and trusted Generals were ever allowed in that room.

She remembered the boy well. He had the pasty white skin that most people that were born from royalty possessed; he had the same sickening golden eyes and black hair. He gave her a smug look as he passed her on his way to her grandfather's private quarters. She'd glared back at him, showing her strong dislike for him. She was six at the time. She'd later learned from her brother that his name was Loesan and he was a very nasty piece of work. Her brother had once had classes with the boy and told Anala how he hadn't played fair in any of their fights.

She hoped that the two weren't talking about the same Loesan she'd been told about, though she had a feeling that it was and he was still the person he had been years ago. She'd prayed to the spirits that he wouldn't recognise her. It bothered her being around people of the Fire Nation. She constantly feared one would recognise her for who she really was and would turn her in. Though she had her doubts since she looked like a walking, talking skeleton with unnatural pale skin and long tangled hair, not to mention Princess Anala had been dead for four years. She thought that surely these people wouldn't have enough brains to put the two together and make a connection.

She covered her head to block out the light and the muttering of the two people near her, figuring that she would cross that bridge when she came to it. It wouldn't do any good to her already horrifically poor health worrying over what might happen. She'd figure something out, she was sure of it.