Avatar the Last Airbender: Wherever You May Be

A/N: Yeah, another big delay between postings, for which I again apologize!! School is winding down and I'm starting a new job and life is just becoming more hectic, so this story is usually remaining on the back burner in my mind, hence the delays.

To make it up I will try to get the next chapter out really quick, not ASAP but within two weeks I'm thinking.

I'm sad….I know I said I'm not someone how really worries about receiving reviews, but was the last chapter that bad? I only got like…two reviews (really!) for it and it made me sad. I like hearing what parts of the stories the readers like, so I know what to keep doing!

So if you feel gracious enough, review?

Wherever You May Be

Chapter 6

sSSs

Reaching out Katara grabbed another log from beside the fireplace and tossed it on before grabbing her tea cup. She was acutely aware of Zuko sleeping in the other room and for the first time since she had been rescued she wondered why it was Zuko who had found her. He had an entire country to run yet he was here, wherever here was. It was the first time they had seen each other, too, since she had visited him in the Fire Nation. He and Mai had been unable to make it to the birth of Sokka and Suki's baby and that had been the last time everyone from their small group had all been able to gather together.

She had never been awake long enough for them to have any type of conversation besides the usual on how she was doing recovering from the illness and idle talk to fill in the gaps. She had no intention of bringing the kiss up, not when they were acting like nothing had changed in their friendship. She had been so scared about loosing it she had never tried to visit Zuko again or even contact him besides the birthday gifts she had sent him.

Toph had bugged her about it every time she had visited the earthbender in Ba Sing Se, but Katara was too stubborn to even let Toph make her change her mind. Toph had told her numerous times to tell Zuko, to do something besides ignore her feelings. Katara feared she wouldn't be able to take Zuko's rejection if she told him.

Hearing the bed creak in the other room, she glanced up in time to see the door open and Zuko step out. His hair was rumpled from sleeping and he stretched before he saw Katara watching him.

"You didn't sleep long," Katara commented as Zuko came and sat next to her. He shook his head before looking at her and shrugging.

"Its too hard to sleep during the day," he told her. He reached up and rubbed his neck, frowning as he dug into a particular spot. "Especially since when I do my neck always ends up hurting."

"Well, you did fall asleep sitting up," Katara told him, getting up. Zuko glanced at her as Katara went to stand behind him before she forced him to look forward again. "Of course it'll give you a kink. It also comes from sleeping at a desk too many times."

"I know," Zuko said before flinching as Katara touched his neck. "Cold."

"I'm always cold compared to you," Katara reminded him, tapping him gently on the head. Zuko grumbled under his breath before sighing as Katara found the muscle that was troubling him and worked it out for him. "All of your muscles are tight. You need to learn to relax Zuko or you'll die before you reach thirty."

"Stop getting kidnapped," Zuko told her before groaning as Katara dug into his shoulder, hard. "Ow!"

"Wuss," she taunted. "And it's not like I asked to be kidnapped."

"You were traveling alone."

"I've been traveling alone for over a year," she reminded him she switched to his left shoulder. Since he had brought up her kidnapping, she was rather curious about it. "On that topic I take it you found out who kidnapped me?"

"You didn't know?" Zuko asked, turning to look at her. She shook her head before forcing him back around, wanting to have the conversation without looking at him. She had hated being caged up like that and didn't want Zuko to see how much it had bothered her. It brought back bad memories of Hana and the stories she had told Katara about the cruelty of the now 'old' Fire Nation. "It was a group of rogue soldiers still loyal to Ozai."

"Oh, them," Katara said softly, stopping the message. "I guess I should have figured. I knew they were in this area."

"What?" Zuko asked, twisting so he was facing her, frowning at the news. "You knew about them?"

"Yes," Katara told him, stepping back so they weren't so close. "At the beginning of summer reports started coming in from various Earth Nation outposts about villages suddenly being attacked. They said it was Fire Nation soldiers."

"Why wasn't I told?" Zuko asked, standing up. "That would have been enough to start the war all over again!"

"Aang knew that, so he, Toph, and I went and started tracking them down," Katara said, pushing loose hair from her face. "Once we learned that they were deserters, we reported back to King Kuei and the rest of the generals. We were given orders to bring them in for trial in front of the Senate for their actions."

"That still doesn't explain why I wasn't told."

"No, it doesn't," Katara agreed. "We all advised King Kuei and the Senate to contact you. However, since the Earth Nation military has its own squadron of firebenders under their control now, it seems that they decided you didn't need to know."

Zuko turned to the fire and Katara watched him for a second before going to stand next to him. Placing a hand on his arm, she frowned when Zuko wouldn't look at her, a muscle in his jaw jumping at how hard he was clenching his teeth together.

"Zuko." Reaching up, Katara hesitated only for a second before grabbing Zuko's jaw and forcing him to look at her. His eyes were withdrawn, in a way that Katara hadn't seen since he had joined them at the Western Air Temple over six years ago.

"Its still about trust, isn't it?" Zuko asked and Katara shook her head.

"No. No," she told him forcefully. "We had no excuse as your friends not to let you know, but none of us were in contact with the Senate or Ba Sing Se for months as we ran around the Earth Nation trying to find these guys. I didn't come across a village for weeks at one point. I figured Aang finally wrote to you."

"Never. I had heard the rumors about problems in the Earth Nation, but nothing detailed enough to mention firebends. I didn't even hear from Sokka until he asked me to find you," Zuko told her and Katara blinked in surprise.

"Sokka asked you?" Well, that helped explain part way why it had been Zuko to find her, but it didn't fill in all of the missing gaps. "Why?"

"You had been missing for a month," Zuko explained and Katara jerked back in surprise, dropping her hands to her sides. "He and Suki had tried to figure out what happened to you after you never contacted them when you were suppose to, and he mentioned Aang had even contacted him after you failed to meet up."

"How…how long was I captured?" Katara whispered, staring up at him.

"Nearly two and a half months. You didn't know?"

"I couldn't keep track," she told him honestly. "They drugged the air, so I was unconscious a lot. When…when I was awake I was surrounded by this fog in my head that never went away."

The drug had been potent enough that she hadn't even been able to tell when it had been a full moon, which didn't make sense. She had never failed to feel the strength of the moon ever since she had first started bending, even when she couldn't see it.

"They never talked to you? They never hurt you did they?" Zuko asked worried and Katara shook her head as she wrapped her arms around her waist.

"No, I never remember talking to them besides that time when they grabbed me in Chengdu," Katara said. "But linking it with who they are and the fact that Aang is fighting the largest section of them, it makes sense why they grabbed me in the first place."

"You said you knew they were there."

"It was more like rumored they were there," Katara amended with a quick shrug. "We had scouted the area a few times in the fall but never found any sure sign of them being here. You got us out, where were they?"

"It looked like an abandoned Earth Nation fort," Zuko told her. "It went really deep; your cell was well into the mountain."

"They moved then," Katara figured, going to sit down again, still in shock about what Zuko told her. Two and a half months of not being conscious more than a handful of times. No wonder she looked so thin and was so weak. "I read the reports: they had searched the barracks located in the mountains and didn't find anything at that time. I also noticed that they had moved me sometime during my capture, so there might be a second location."

"The Daiyu Mountains are large so it could have been anywhere," Zuko reasoned as he started more tea. Katara tightly pressed her hands together in her laps, slightly annoyed to note that they were shaking and not wanting Zuko to see. "They probably decided to move again after we escaped. I had mentioned there would be more people out looking for you, which was a lie, but they don't know that."

"Is Aang still fighting the rebellion?" Katara asked.

"I haven't really had any contact with Aang since he first gave me word about the rebellion in the spring," Zuko said as he set out the tea and took his seat. "I had sent him and Kuei missives about sending reinforcements as a friendly gesture, but now that I know that they're fighting firebenders it makes sense why they both turned me down."

"That's odd," Katara told him, ignoring the tea for the moment. "I had contacted Dad to get the few waterbenders in the South Pole to help Aang and had spoken to Chief Arnook in person to try and convince him to send some of his warriors to help Aang out. By then he and Toph had been trying to control the rebellion for almost a month without really succeeding. They don't have the manpower to completely shut them down and Aang won't use the Avatar state in fear of killing them."

"Arnook told me he did ask any available waterbenders to join up with Aang if they were in the area," Zuko told her and Katara frowned at him in confusion. "I had tracked you back to the North Pole and met with Arnook briefly. Captain Fa is the one that brought me to Chengdu."

"Captain Fa was nice. I had trained under Master Pakku with his middle son at the North Pole," Katara explained. "It was one of the reasons why he was willing to take me on-board at the last moment when I left."

"Arnook said you left rather quickly after receiving a message, that it made you change your destination," Zuko said and Katara blinked before swearing harshly. Across from her Zuko coughed on the tea he had just taken a drink of, staring at her shocked once he had calmed down. "Uh…Katara?"

"I forgot! I mean, it's completely reasonable when you remember I've been unconscious for nearly two months, but how could I have forgotten?" she muttered to herself, burying her hands in her hair. With a groan she dropped her head on the table after realizing all of her possessions had been taken immediately after they had found her, including the one item she knew Zuko would want to read.

"Forgot what? Katara?" Zuko asked worried and Katara took a deep breath before looking up at him.

"I might have finally found her, Zuko," she told him softly and Zuko frowned at her confused.

"Who?"

"Your mother."

"What?" Zuko asked, wondering if his mind was playing a trick on what Katara just said.

He stared across the table at her, trying to figure out if he should be excited or brace for disappointment in case he did misunderstand.

"Your mother, Zuko," Katara repeated, a small smile forming on her lips as she straightened again. "While traveling I've been asking people if they might have ever seen anyone resembling your mother around the time she disappeared. I never mentioned who she was, just that I was trying to track her down for her family."

"I…"

He couldn't even form a coherent sentence, still not quite believing what he heard. He had tried that first year after the war to find his mother, sending out several scouts to scour everywhere. When they had continually reported back negatively he had finally given up, figuring Ozai had found yet another way to torment him, even locked up in prison.

"When I was in the North Pole a message arrived from Ba Sing Se," Katara explained, easily understanding his hesitance without a thought. It showed how well she understood him, or at least about the situation that had originally linked them together. "It had been sent there, but originated from a town on the other side of the Daiyu Mountains. A man and his wife had been living in Chengdu around the time of Ursa's banishment.

"He wrote, saying a female from the Fire Nation in her late twenties had come into his shop to purchase some items and that she was well spoken and well dressed, even if the clothes had seen better days. He also mentioned of a village rumored to be in the middle of the Daiyu Mountains and that the clothing she purchased were made for harsher climates."

"The White Lotus members in Chengdu mentioned that might have been your target," Zuko commented before he looked at her, curious. "Why didn't you write that you might have found her?"

Katara looked at him before glancing away, her cheeks starting to pinken. Staring at the faint flush, Zuko balled up his hands, trying to keep his mind on their conversation and not on how attractive she looked now that she was healthy and clean. The week it had taken her to recover from her illness he hadn't been able to do anything but sit and wait for her to wake up. Once her fever broke she had still drifted in and out of consciousness until four days ago, even then sleeping for large periods of time. Today had been the most normal, if he ignored the fact he had spilt tea on her that morning when she had mentioned a bath and the resulting image that had formed in his mind had been strong enough to render him senseless for a moment. He had quickly doused his inconvenient arousal by going out and soaking himself in the thigh high snow to feed the buffalo-yak, bringing to life the cold he had been fighting for over a week.

She wouldn't meet his gaze and Zuko realized painfully she could never seem to hold his gaze anymore. Before now she had never been shy about meeting his gaze, even those months he had been chasing her and Aang around the world, and he wondered if his impulsive actions had destroyed their friendship.

"I wanted to make sure," Katara explained softly. "I knew how much the last search affected you when you couldn't find her and I didn't want you to go through that again."

"Why?"

"Because Zuko," Katara said softly, turning to look at the fire, "I'm your friend. I don't want to see you hurt."

What if I don't want you as a friend? Zuko thought sullenly, staring down at the table. Having come to the rather possessive decision that he wanted Katara, wanted her in his life, the thought of her not wanting the same was not a happy one.

"Do you think it's real?" he finally asked after several minutes of silence.

"I can't say," Katara told him, shaking her head. "I asked the locals in Chengdu about it when I was trying to find the guide. Only a handful mentioned that they knew the rumors about the village, so I guess when the men approached me as guides I should have been more wary."

"I can relate," Zuko muttered, thankful all of the bruising had gone down before Katara had woken up. His chest had been completely covered with purple bruises for a week thanks to the deserters and his face hadn't fared much better for a while. "How did they –"

"Kidnap me?" Katara finished and Zuko nodded. "They approached me, said they would be willing to take me into the mountains. Even mentioned they knew of a large valley in the mountains that would be perfect for a hidden village to be. We were probably only a day out of Chengdu when they knocked me out by putting something in my food. I didn't even get a chance to fight them."

"Why didn't you contact anyone about your change in plans?"

"Because I'm not use to doing so," Katara dismissed with a light shrug. "For over the past year I've been able to travel wherever I want without telling people my every move. I also figured at that time it wouldn't be more than two weeks, tops, to find the village and possibly your mother."

"Sokka made the impression you were set to meet Aang at a certain time," Zuko said and Katara nodded.

"I was to meet him a month after leaving the North Pole," she told him. "But that doesn't mean that I had to tell Sokka and Aang where I was traveling."

"You know they worry about you, we all worry about you." Katara glanced at him in surprise at the comment before smiling.

"I know," she said before looking towards the bedroom. "I'm going to get dinner started. How does soup sound?"

"Wonderful," Zuko replied blandly, knowing all they could possibly have was soup without running through their store of food. Katara got up from the table and grabbed the blanket still wrapped around her as it attempted to fall. As she readjusted it Zuko caught a peak of one long, tan leg bared from mid-thigh down, leaving him painfully distracted until Katara's voice finally caught his attention. "Sorry, what?"

"I said I might need to permanently destroy a pair of your pants so they fit better," Katara said as she walked towards the bedroom. "I'm grateful but if I have to keep wearing them I would rather make sure they aren't going to fall down at any time."

"Uh…sure." He was rather impressed at how normal his voice sounded despite the lackluster reply and once the door closed behind Katara he uttered a low groan, closing his eyes.

Their close living quarters was starting to become a problem.

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"You shouldn't keep going out in this weather," Katara commented the next day, planting herself in front of the door as she glared up at Zuko. He sighed softly as he stared down at her and in that instant Katara missed the days when he had been around the same height as her. It defeated the intent of the glare if you had to look up at the person you were glaring at. "You're still sick. Continually exposing yourself to a blizzard is not the best way to get healthy."

"Do you want to do it?" Zuko asked, crossing his arms as he shifted into a more rooted position, something that Katara noticed with pride and a little bit of glee. Even shorter than him she made him brace for a fight, even a verbal one. "He needs water, which keeps freezing because of the blizzard and more hay. Plus, the snow is a good four feet high now thanks to it snowing almost non-stop. If you want to do it, be my guest."

"Fine," Katara huffed, realizing it was a fight she wouldn't want to actually win. "But I'm hemming my pants so don't expect to get into them when you come back."

Zuko shot her a weird look before slowly nodding and Katara moved away from the door, shivering as the wind whipped through the cabin as Zuko exited. In a few minutes she was sitting in front of the fire with her pants in her lap, needle and thread next to her, face scrunched at the thought of mending. She hadn't had to repair clothing since the end of the war, something she never missed. It had always irked her that she had had to the darning for almost a year for their group, something she had done too much back home and had hoped the grand adventure with the Avatar would stop.

Grumbling softly to herself she quickly started to yank out the stitches along the waist, knowing that was where the biggest problem was with Zuko's pants. After a minute she threw the pants down in irritation and searched the hut until she found a small knife that could actually break the threads which were almost impossible to break by hand due to how the Fire Nation stitched them. Slowly she pulled out the seams, making sure she didn't damage the material itself so Zuko could have them let out again if he cared to.

"Probably not, he's the Fire Lord," Katara talked to herself before looking up to make Zuko wasn't about to suddenly walk in on her. Lowering her head, she shifted her attention back to the pants, shaking her head. "I bet there's an entire closet full of pants back at the palace."

Sighing when she realized she was attempting a conversation with a pair of pants Katara looked up again when she thought she heard something outside. She gave the knife a jerk to rip through one of the harder stitches only to cry out in surprise a second later as the knife slipped and dug into her left hand. Gasping at the pain she dropped the knife to the floor as she stared down at her hand in surprise, to startled to do anything else.

She had cut the skin just below her thumb on her palm in a good inch long gash and from the blood covering the knife it had gone deep. Whimpering as the pain radiated up her arm, Katara tossed the pants away to stop anymore blood landing on it before grabbing the blanket and pressing it into her hand to try and stop the bleeding. Glancing around with tear filled eyes she spotted a bucket of water next to the fire and let out a thankful sigh, knowing it would be easy to heal with her bending.

Reaching out with her uncut hand she called the water to her only to cry out as all of her joints flared in sudden, excruciating pain. She curled up into a tight ball to fight the pain and the resulting spasms, both of her hands reaching up to grasp at her chest where most of the pain seemed to come from.

"W-what?" she gasped in shock, staring at the bucket. The water didn't even look like it had moved and with a wince Katara pushed herself upright, using both hands to try and manipulate the water. The pain flared again, worse than before and Katara collapsed back to the ground, the water still not listening to her and her body feeling like it was being both compressed and stretched beyond its limits.

Something was wrong, something was horribly wrong! It was reasonable for her bending to be weak after being sick, one of the reasons why she hadn't bothered to until now to use it. But this…she didn't even understand it.

Standing, Katara grabbed her throbbing hand as it dripped blood onto the floor before staggering towards the door. She hastily shoved her feet into her shoes before throwing the door open, shivering instantly as the snow started to pelt her. Staggering down the steps she could barely see, she slipped on the last one and landed on her knees, sinking a few inches in the heavy snow. She was panting, a combination of pain and a deep-rooted fear of knowing what was wrong, as she stared around the whiteness that was her element, not able to sense it the way she usually could.

"No," she moaned, focusing on the snow. Bringing her arms up she tried to move the snow at least a little, but only ended up flinging blood across the pristine white as she collapsed with a cry. Her body felt like it was on fire, all of her joints screaming in absolute agony. "No!"

"Katara!" She was sobbing when Zuko found her lying on the snow, shivering from only wearing a blanket and thin shirt. He knelt next to her before pulling her upright, but she simply curled back into a ball, covering her head with her arms. "What happened? Why are you bleeding?"

"They took it," she gasped, her tears slowly freezing on her cheeks. "They took it."

"Took what?" Zuko asked panicked, grabbing her arms and removing them so he could look at her bloodied hand. He quickly applied pressure, causing Katara to gasp as pain shot through her hand and up her arm, only adding to the residual aches leftover from her attempts to bend. "Katara, what happened?"

"They took my bending," she told him, staring up at him. The tears made him blurry but she could still see his good eye widen in surprise. "I can't waterbend anymore."

sSs

"Are you feeling better?" Zuko asked a little while later as he finished wrapping her hand.

Katara opened her eyes to look at him before pulling the blankets tighter around her as she continued to shiver. She remembered vaguely of Zuko bringing her inside and having her remove her soaked clothing before climbing back into the bed in another one of his shirts while hers dried in front of the fire. He had also destroyed one of the blankets to be able to wrap her hand and stop the bleeding. The wound throbbed painfully, but Katara was more worried about the pain in her chest.

"A little," she said softly. "Thank you Zuko."

"Not a problem." She could tell he wanted to ask her about what had just happened, so she avoided his gaze, staring at the fire instead.

"They blocked my chi, permanently," she explained after a few minutes, still rubbing her chest in an attempt to allow the pain to fade. She could remember now when she had felt a similar pain while being captured, around the time she had become too weak to even try to bend but she hadn't been able to connect the two until now.

"How do you know?" Zuko asked as he shifted on the bed before standing. Katara watched him out of the corner of her eyes as he wiped the blood on his hands off before glancing towards her.

"When we use to fight with Ty Lee, when she was still with Azula," Katara clarified, pushing herself up into a sitting position and resting against the headboard of the bed. "She would be able to block my bending temporarily. It feels the same, just on a much more painful level."

"You're sure it's not like what happened to…"

"Ozai and Azula?" Katara asked, knowing Zuko wasn't always comfortable with talking about his family. "No, it's different. Azula, when she was coherent enough, yelled at Aang for killing her flame and taking the sun away. You explained it to us when you were teaching Aang, about a firebender's inner flame, how it's the source of your bending."

Zuko nodded, turning away to poke at the fire instead of looking at her. Katara had protested about removing Azula's bending along with Zuko, the princess' actions not incriminating her enough for Aang to warrant their removal. But when she had started to burn herself during her outbreaks they had done it for her own safety. Zuko hadn't been there, refusing to be a part of it, but Katara had watched Azula for a few days after her bending was removed. It had been horrible to see the defeated princess nearly hysterical after she realized what Aang had done to her.

"With this, it's different," Katara tried to explain, but finding the words difficult. Each bending style was so unique it was always hard to share what it was that linked a person to their respective element. "I've always been able to sense when there's water around, it sort of called to me, I guess. And I always felt like there was an ocean inside of me, push and pull, push and pull with my heartbeat. It was always a comfort to me. Now, it's still there, deep inside of me, but frozen and just out of my reach."

"What about the pain?" Zuko asked, finally turning away from the fire to look at Katara again. "Why was it causing you so much pain?"

"I asked Ty Lee about it, when she used it against me in a spar a few years ago. She said the pain is a result when a person's chi has stopped flowing," Katara tried to explain, barely recalling the conversation until now. "For benders, our chi is general released through our bending, a way for us to send energy from our bodies out into the world. When the chi is blocked and I try to use bending, it releases itself into the body, generally joints, affecting the nerves in a person's body."

"So why is your chest hurting so much? Uncle said the stomach is where all chi is stored in the body."

"I can't explain that," Katara told him, shrugging. "I never really studied up on chi manipulation when I learned healing. When we get out of here I'll contact Ty Lee, see if there's a way to reverse the effects. It's all I can do."

"Still, to lose your bending…"

"I'll get over it if it can't be fixed," she told him, staring down at her hands. A feeling of guilt rose at that thought, but she refused to think about it, pushing it deep into the recesses of her mind so she wouldn't have to think about it. She idly rubbed her aching hand, thankful she was able to move her thumb, even if it hurt. "I'll have to get over it. And I can fight in other ways, thanks to you, Sokka, and Suki."

"You still sword fight?" Zuko asked in surprise and Katara nodded, smiling as she looked up at him.

"Of course. Half the Earth Nation is a desert you know," she reminded him. "And it's fun to spar against Sokka and Suki when I visit them."

"We'll have to spar when the weather clears," Zuko told her and Katara nodded before sighing.

"They took my sword," she remembered, glaring at the wall. "And it was a Piandao original. Now I'll have to ask him for another one…maybe Sokka can get it for me this time."

"Piandao made you a sword?"

"Don't look so surprised," she told him, grinning at him. "Remember, he was Sokka's sword master for a little while? And he's a member of the White Lotus Society, so I had Uncle put in a good word for me and got a sword from him. And he didn't make one for me: he just gave me one of the ones lying around his house. He had hundreds of them not being sold or used."

"I always wanted one when I was kid," Zuko explained, sitting next to her on the bed. "I begged my mother for one, but she said I didn't need a sword when I was ten. Next, I tried Uncle to get me one, but by then Piandao had been labeled as a deserter and Ozai banned anyone from carrying one of his swords."

"I'm sorry you never got your big sword to play with," Katara teased, causing Zuko to give her another odd look, the same after her comments about not getting her pants. "Oh, I got blood all over my pants when I cut myself!"

"I'll go soak them for you," Zuko said, going to the door. "Then I'll bring you lunch in a few minutes."

"I cut my hand, not my legs," Katara huffed and blinked as Zuko poked his head back into the room, smirking slightly.

"Well, I won't let you ruin another blanket so if you want to walk around in just my shirt, be my guest," he said before disappearing, leaving Katara staring after him in shock. She opened her mouth to snap out a retort before closing it, not quite able to form the words.

"Well," she huffed, crossing her arms. "Damn."

sSSs

Ending A/N: A twist in the story!! Originally I was going to simply stop at the point where Katara lost her bending, but when I saw the chapter really only had two sections (forewarning: they're going to be long from now on I think) and taking in the delay, I figured I could add in that next section.

How did the sexual innuendos come across? I can't always tell! And poor Zuko, the pains of being male…haha.

As a Post-Script, one of the reviewers reminded me it was Earth Kingdom, not Earth Nation. That is correct, so I apologize for the error; however, I am going to keep it as the Earth Nation for this story. The reason for this is because its too hard to see it as a single kingdom with the different provinces and more than one king, as well as the fact that I created the 'Senate' for this story. Therefore, it will remain as the Earth Nation, even though I acknowledge it is wrong.

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Disclaimer: Avatar the Last Airbender belongs to Nickelodeon and its creators. I just swim around and muddy the waters a bit.