A/N: I took a little break from writing my stories because I needed it. But for those of you who have stuck by me, you have no idea how much it makes my heart sing with joy! Here we have the next installment. Hope you enjoy. There is a little bit (okay a lot actually) of graphic violence and a bit of gore in this so please be weary of that. This is as sad as this story gets, I promise. Shout out to Dacyon who gave me a LOT of inspiration, not to mention that AMAZING one hour special with Wan from Book 2. Disclaimer: I own nothing - Bryke and Co are the ones you should bow down to.

A month had passed and not a day went by where they didn't see each other, even if it was Katara hanging out at the air temple and just watching him work. They had grown to love each other even more and learn the little things about each other. Though their time spent alone together was scarce, when they were alone things didn't go very far beyond heated kisses. They were not going to rush their relationship now that everything was out in the open, although sometimes those heavy lidded eyes they gave each other said otherwise.

The temple and the surrounding buildings were finally finished and thirty-some Air Acolytes had come to live with Aang in their respective dorms. Not all of them were woman, but a good two thirds were. With the buildings finished and the grounds in working order, the place still didn't seem like home. The library was nearly empty, his home and the temple had hardly any decorations or air nomad artifacts, not to mention the training gates were missing from their posts near the plaza. There was just so much missing and so little he could retrieve from the other air temples. Some of the Acolytes had brought with them artifacts they had found on their own, but it wasn't enough. The rooms still echoed. The walls were still too blank. And it made Aang sad in his heart to know there were some things that he just couldn't bring back.

It was another stormy night that night as they entered early summer together. He had awoken in a cold sweat with heavy breathing from a vision. Across the bay, Katara was tossing and turning that night too as the thunder rolled and made her uncomfortable, flashes of lightning splitting the sky. The rain came down in sheets, the heavy sound on her roof making the night restless for her. In her dream she saw herself in an air temple she wasn't familiar with. She kept calling out for Aang and became anxious when she couldn't find him. Next thing she knew she was being outnumbered by fire and earthbenders and she had to fight as hard as she could to keep them at bay, all while trying to call for Aang to help her. There were a dozen of them, and she hadn't fought in a long time, easily needing his back up. Just then a loud crack of thunder woke her up and she sat straight up in bed, breathing and sweating just like he had not far from her home. As she tried to catch her breath a knock came at her door and she slipped out of bed, knowing exactly who it was. No one else would dare disturb her this late into the night.

As she opened the door as Aang stumbled through with his glider in hand and in just his pants, closing the door behind him and setting his glider against the wall.

"Did you have a bad dream too?" She asked him before he could even say anything. He turned to her and just wrapped his arms around her body, holding her close. The embrace was just that of relief and nothing sensual, despite herself being in the little night gown she was in when came over that morning after their first date.

"No… it wasn't a dream." He said into her hair, holding her so close, so relieved that she was okay and not hurt. "It was a vision."

He backed away from her and held her by the shoulders.

"Vision? Of what Aang?"

"You were at the Eastern Air Temple and you got ambushed by some benders, they outnumbered you and I wasn't around to help you…"

"But… that's what I dreamt of…" She said and looked into his eyes, slightly fearful. He looked from her to the ground and let go of her shoulders, walking over to her small couch and sitting down, hanging his head in his hands. She came and sat beside him and was quiet for a while. Eventually her curiosity got the better of her.

"How could we have had the same dream?"

"It wasn't a dream Katara. It was a vision of the future…" He said and dragged his hands down his face, hunched over in worry. Katara tried to use reason.

"Maybe it was just a coincidence. You and I are really in tune right now. Maybe-"

"Stop. I've had these before. I know it's going to happen, I just can't-… I can't ever put you in that much danger." He said and gave her a sad look. She took his hand tried to comfort him silently. He wasn't finished though.

"What I can't figure out though, is why you had a vision. You've… never gone to the spirit world, have you?"

"No, I didn't even know that was a possibility for people besides the Avatar…" She said softly.

"It is, you just have to be very spiritually connected. I've been having a lot of visions lately, but this one disturbs me." He said and pulled her into another embrace. She looked up to him at his words.

"Why haven't you told me about these visions you've been having?" She asked, a little hurt that he wouldn't share that with her.

"Because I never saw them as urgent or dangerous until tonight. Something's not right…"

"What's been happening in them?"

He let go of her torso and sighed, holding her hand.

"It's mostly you and I flying to the Eastern Air temple. Sometimes I'm searching for something. Sometimes you and I are just walking around. I've been meaning to go to get the airbending gates and bring them here. I wanted you to go with me. I thought that's what I was seeing… But now I know it's something different. And if you've had the vision, it's your destiny to be there with me. I just can't figure out why rebels show up at the Eastern Air Temple!" He said in frustration, letting go of her hand and standing up, pacing. "And I don't even want you to be in that much danger, especially if the reason is I neglected to be by your side!"

Katara stood up and came up to him, holding him around the neck and shoulders.

"Aang, calm down. You've never seen me fight before. I can handle myself. And you can't be by my side every second."

"I'm not saying you aren't strong, I just don't want you in that situation…" He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her hair. "I love you so much… I don't want to lose you."

"I love you too." She said and gave his shoulder a loving kiss, of which distracted him momentarily. She had never kissed him anywhere but his face and head. He shook away the chills and got back to the matter at hand. He pulled his face out of her hair and looked down at her.

"So, what do we do? Do we just ignore these visions? Or do we… follow through?" She asked softly.

"I don't know. I need to consult with someone about this… Give me a moment." He said and let her go, walking passed her and down the hall. She followed him as their bare footsteps echoed off the walls and watched walk into her bedroom. She turned the corner to see him sit at the foot of her bed, folding his legs.

"Why are you in here?" Katara asked, a little puzzled.

"Listen… I need to take a little trip, but I need my body to be safe. Will you watch over me? I won't be long… hopefully."

"Uh, sure?" She said, confused.

"Thank you. See you soon." He said and bowed his head putting his fists together. Suddenly his tattoos started to glow and he turned stiff. He was like that for a few moments before Katara tried to speak with him again.

"Aang?" She asked and touched his shoulder. No response. Finally she put the pieces together. He was in the spirit world. She slumped against the wall in her bedroom and watched him sit there like a statue for a while.

She hugged her knees to her chest and just watched him breathe evenly, the rise and fall of his chest the only signs he was actually still alive. Lightning split the sky once more and the loud crash made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She unfolded herself and crawled over to Aang's side, grabbing the blanket off the bed and wrapping them together as she leaned into his side and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt much safer next to him, even though he wasn't really there. Before long, the warmth seeping from his body made their little cocoon nice and cozy, Katara's eyelids getting droopy. She decided to close them for just a moment, just to rest her eyes as the thunder outside started to quiet down, the rain just a whisper on her roof.

About an hour later Aang came back into his body, finding his love asleep on his shoulder. Though the news he bore was unnerving, he smiled at the sight of her lips parted slightly in a deep sleep, looking so relaxed and peaceful. He very carefully wrapped his arms around her and stood slowly, slipping one arm under her legs, the other behind her back and picking her up, holding her against his body as the blanket fell to the ground with a soft thud on the wood floor. He came beside her bed and laid her down very slowly, hoping not to disturb her. He took his arms back and grabbed the blanket to cover her up, leaning over her and moving a few strands of hair from her face, marveling at how beautiful she was. Another small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he placed a kiss on her cheek, whispering parting words to her. As he turned to leave he was surprised when her hand jutted out from beneath the covers and captured his wrist. He turned his head to find her eyes still closed. She was still asleep.

" Don't leave me." She mumbled in her sleep.

It amazed him how aware of him she was, even in her sleep. She didn't just say not to leave, but not to leave her. He sighed and smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. He would never deny her a request when presented like that. Her hand fell back to the bed and he pulled his legs up to rest beside hers, leaning back onto one of her pillows and laying on his side. She was quick to curl up against his bare chest and he blushed. They had never done this before, but it was something that he didn't even know he needed until this very moment. He rested his chin on her head and wrapped a hand around her middle, his body on top of the covers to keep them separate. He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.

"I won't. I promise." He whispered and relaxed, watching the rain stream down her window. Eventually his eyes closed and his breathing became slower and the message be had to relay lost its importance temporarily.

…

The rays of sunlight came in through her window, shining on her face. She woke slowly, hearing the birds chirping outside. The storm had finally passed and she had gotten the most restful night's sleep she could ever remember getting. She smiled and went to turn on her back when she felt weight around her middle. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down, seeing a pale tattooed arm resting on top of the covered. Her heart raced and she turned around, looking behind her. Instantly her eyes were locked with a pair of silver ones that she was all too familiar with, her face going from dark tan to dark crimson as realization came crashing down on her.

"Good morning." He said softly, trying not to smile at her.

"You- you stayed the night?" Her voice squeaked out, trying to remember how he ended up in her bed. Her thoughts started to race.

"You asked me to."

"I… did?" She questioned, not remembering such a conversation.

"Yes you did. You weren't awake though. You talk in your sleep." He said and blushed a little bit, remembering some things she had said last night in her dreams.

"But you still stayed…" She said and her eyes softened and she noticed the blush on his face. "What else did I say?"

"Nothing important." He said vaguely, smirking and reaching his hand up to cup her face. In actuality, she had whispered and moaned his name a few times, making him wonder exactly what kind of dreams she were having. Before she could ask any further questions his lips were on hers and she wasn't going to deny him. When their lips came together, both of their hearts melted and eyes closed, either of them ready to stay frozen in that moment for all time. The longer they stayed connected, the harder it was for either of them to hold back their passion. Aang was the first to pull away, letting his hand drop from her face. They both opened their eyes and just gazed at each other, Katara thinking for a brief instance that there was no one around to interrupt them. They were completely alone. She pushed the thought back as he smiled to her, sitting up and stretching. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, remembering how he came to be in her house in the first place.

"So, where did you go last night?" She asked and he turned to her. His cheery morning was now something he had wanted to avoid; stressful. He sighed and dropped his arms down at his sides.

"I was talking to my past lives… Avatar Yangchen in particular. Something is going on at the Eastern Air Temple. She couldn't tell me what, she said that would interfere with my decision to go. She left me a warning though…"

"What was her warning?"

"She said that if I don't go, a life is going to be lost…" He said and closed his eyes, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and despair crawl through him. He couldn't possibly carry the burden of not going and being responsible for someone's death… but he also couldn't put Katara in danger.

"And if you do go… our vision holds true?"

He nodded and held his head in his hands just as he had last night. He hadn't felt this conflicted since he battled with Ozai. She looked at him and she could feel the turmoil inside of him. That's when she had had enough. She threw the covers off of her and walked over to her little closet, digging through her stuff. The noise made Aang look up at her, seeing her tossing things behind her onto the floor.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly. She threw a large bag behind her and pulled herself out of the closed, kneeling down on the ground and stuffing clothing into her bag.

"I'm going to the Eastern Air Temple." She said and stood up, throwing her bag on the bed. She went back to her closet and pulled out some clothes for her to wear. When she had her clothes for the day gathered she made her way behind a wooden divider and started to change.

"You can't be serious." Aang said from the bed, completely in shock. She flung her night gown over the top of the divider and grabbed her bottoms.

"I am completely serious."

"You don't even know who it is."

"Aang, it doesn't matter. You said it yourself; if you don't go, someone will die. It's obviously someone very important or we wouldn't have had visions about it."

"Yes, if I go. This has nothing to do with you." He said, standing up and walking over to the divider, staying on his side of it.

"If it had nothing to do with me, why did the spirits grant me a glimpse of the future? You said it yourself that now it's my destiny to be there with you."

"I don't want you there. It's too dangerous. There's too much on the line." He said rather forcefully, feeling his anxiety skyrocket.

At that she pulled the divider to the side and stared at him, fully clothed in an outfit he had never seen before. Her arms were wrapped in white cloth. She had on a light blue top with white fur trimming the collar and shoulder lines with a dark blue pattern down the middle. There was a piece of brown leather around her waist. A long navy skirt that was trimmed with a light blue bands and white fur hung from her hips along with navy leggings and brown leather boots. He had never seen her so casual.

"Aang, someone is out there and needs help. Our help. What if you get there and they are seriously injured? Can you heal them?"

His mouth came open to argue but it was quickly snapped shut. She was right but that didn't change his mind. He still didn't want his vision to come true.

"We need to go. Together." She said walked over to her bed, grabbing the bag walking out of the room. He sighed and followed her, trying to think of a way to reason with her. He watched as she put her bag on the little dining room table and started to go through her pantry, getting a basket from the top and filling it with dried meats, fruits and vegetables. He came up behind her as she rested the full basket on the counter, his hands coming up over her hands.

"Katara… please don't do this." He said very softly, trying the opposite approach.

"Aang…" She turned and look at him, seeing the terror on his face. He leaned on the counter, her pinned between it and the Avatar.

"Look me in the eye and tell me that me not going with you is what's best."

He hesitated and looked over her head.

"I don't have to take you. I can just leave. If I took Appa you wouldn't be able to come after me." He tried to sound calm but the thought of being without her caused him pain, of which was clear in this tone.

"You wouldn't. You can't even look me in the eye and tell me this is a bad idea."

He looked back down to her and locked eyes with her.

"Please try and understand… as incredibly useful as you would be, and as much as I can't go a day without seeing you, something is going to happen to where I am not around and you are ambushed. And you want me to bring you along anyway, knowing there is a chance that you could be seriously hurt? I just can't be that selfish. It's my duty to protect this world. I am the Avatar. This is not something you signed up for. So please Sweetie…" He begged and butterflies went through her stomach. He had never used a pet name for her out loud before. She blushed and he took her hands, a certain kind of sadness in his eyes. "Please don't go."

"Aang… That's exactly why I need to go. You need me and I need you. And someone is out there, needing my help. I may not be the avatar, but the spirits think I'm suited for the job at hand. And I will never turn my back one someone who needs me." She said firmly, despite him being desperate to talk her out of this decision. He sighed and let go of her hands.

"Alright… I don't like it, but I'm not going to fight with you about this." He said and kissed her softly on the lips. "I'll be back in about 20 minutes, be ready."

"Already am."

….

They flew as fast as they could, almost all day and night, and it still took them a week to get there. Appa was happy when they landed in the courtyard of the main temple, both exhaustion and a feeling of homecoming washing over the giant beast. Aang helped Katara down and they didn't bother unpacking. They were both anxious, looking around.

"It's beautiful, but it's deserted. Why are there no Acolytes?"

"I don't know… there used to be quite a lot of them. I don't like the way this feels. Follow me and stay close. Be ready for anything."

She was, she had two water skins strapped to the leather piece around her middle - water on hand and ready to be used for either defense or healing. As they walked through the temple their footsteps echoed off the stone walls, of which had beautiful paintings on them much like the northern air temple. Aang had told her how he had restored all the temples himself, spending a few years doing so. This temple had the most damage done so he did this one first, the southern last. Katara was in awe and fell behind Aang a few steps, gawking at sacred carvings and paintings. Something shiny caught her eye and she turned. The sun had bounced off a puddle, the light hitting her directly in the face.

"It must have rained recently." She called out to him.

"It didn't. Why?" He turned to see he was quite ahead of her, almost an entire city block.

Katara turned and walked over where he couldn't see her, towards the puddle. The closer she got the more she realized it wasn't water. She gasped and covered her mouth, her intake of breath echoing off the walls. Aang ran to her side and looked down at the puddle and his face fell.

"It's not water." She said in horror.

"It's blood." He affirmed.

There in front of them was a five long by at least three foot wide pool of blood.

"But where's the body? That's way too much blood for a human to loose and then just disappear."

"I don't know..." He said and looked around the pool, spotting large droplets leading down one of the hallways. "There's a trail. You stay here, I'm going to follow the trail."

"No, this is exactly why I came. You need me. I can help."

"Alright, come on."

They left the pool of blood behind and followed the trail, leading them down hallways and several turns until finally skid marks and spears started to appear, some of the marks quite high on the walls. Higher than any human could reach. Finally the blood stopped at a dead end hallway, and Aang looked around for the victim. There in the corner was a small figure crouched on the ground. He was frozen. He couldn't even process what he was seeing. Katara bumped into him and tried to look around him.

"What is it?" She asked, walking around to his side. She froze too. There, in front of them was a baby bison, loosing what little blood it had left all over the floor.

"Oh no!" Katara yelled and came over to the animal's side. She quickly bent out the water from her pouches but hesitated.

"Aang… I don't know how to heal animals… what if-"

"Just try!" He yelled, coming out of his shock. "Try everything you can! Do everything in your power Katara!" He begged, still unbelieving that he had found another flying bison. Katara's skirt was soaked in blood and she tried to get the animal to cooperate, but it snapped it's jaw at her.

"I won't hurt you… you have to turn over so I can heal you. I'm a friend." She said softly, trying to coax the little one to turn on its side. It eventually did and they got a good look at the slit on its belly, seeing things that would make a grown man cringe such as part of an intestine hanging out of it. Katara instantly had tears running down her face, unable to comprehend what kind of monster would hurt something so innocent. But she went to work, healing up the majority of its large wound and placing its insides back where they belonged before closing it up. By now her hands were completely red and she examined the creature, finding more wounds and healing them. Those were less serious but still needed to be healed. After about 20 minutes of working, Katara bent the water back into her skins.

"That's all I can do. She has a lot of internal damage that will have to heal on its own, I can't reach that far. But I think after a couple weeks of tender care, she'll be alright."

"She?" Aang asked coming to Katara's side.

"Yes, she. It's a girl. I got a good look at her insides. Come on, help me carry her."

Aang came over to her face and patted her head, the bison closing her eyes and relaxing around them. They lifted her together and carried her back through the halls, eventually coming to the courtyard where Appa was napping. Appa smelled the blood as they came closer and awoke with a start, coming up to them and meeting them. Aang and Katara exchanged a look and set the baby bison on the ground, Appa taking the opportunity to lick the little one's fur clean of all the blood.

"Aren't the mom's usually the ones to clean their young?"

"I think he's just trying to help any way he can… you have to understand… all this time we've thought he was the only one left. Just like me… but I can have children. He couldn't."

"Well, now maybe he can. It all depends on how her recovery goes."

They both watched in silence as Appa finished his task, nuzzling the little baby bison with his nose, but being very careful with it.

"Okay, you two can bond later. We need to get out of here." Aang said and crouched down, Katara mirroring him as they lifted the baby together.

"What makes you so eager to leave? She's a baby right? So where's the mom?" Katara asked. They came around the side of Appa and with some airbending, Aang made loading the baby into the saddle easy work. When he got her settled in he climbed back down off of Appa.

"The mom's gone. Whoever did this to her must have taken out the mother first… A mother would never let this happen otherwise."

"What about other babies? Should we search for them?"

Aang thought about it and searched inside his robes, pulling out the bison whistle. He blew it as hard as he could and looked around. Appa and the baby perked up, but no other bison seemed to be coming.

"How far away can that thing be heard?"

"Miles…" He said softly and put the whistle in his robes again. They waited for what seemed like an eternity before Aang spoke up. "I think she's the last one."

"No, there has to be more…" Katara said and started walking away from him.

"Where are you going? Come back, we need to leave."

"I'm not leaving until I am positive there aren't any others!" She said and started to run towards the temple.

"Katara! We have to go!"

She just continued to run.

Aang verbally growled, getting frustrated with her. He looked to his animal companion.

"I don't want to leave you alone with her… but I really don't want to have Katara go off on her own either. Do you think you can protect her while I go get my other half?" Aang asked casually.

Appa nudged his arm and grunted. Aang took that as a yes.

"Thank you, I promise I'll be back really soon."

Aang took off after Katara, praying for the vision to not come true.

…..

Katara came to the pool of blood, taking off in the exact opposite direction they had gone when they found the baby bison. She ran to the left, going down long hallways and through open archways, passing up a room that had an enormous statue of Avatar Yangchen, until she came upon a bridge. She stopped and looked over to the western part of the temple. She walked slowly across the bridge and looked down, seeing little droplets of blood.

"I knew it!" She screamed and took off, following the blood trails across the rest of the bridge and into the other side of the temple. She ran as fast as she could until she came across the courtyard. She stopped dead in her tracks when she way what the courtyard held. Four other baby bison lay on the ground together as if tossed in a pile; dead. Her heart dropped and she started to cry for them when she heard a voice.

"Well, look what the catdeer dragged in."

Katara turned and a man with a staff sword was standing with some other armed men, their weapons bloody.

"Hey, we let a baby get away, we get a woman running back. That's a fair trade, right fellas?" Another man asked and the men chuckled darkly. Katara was immediately put on the defense, bending the water out and showing them who they were dealing with. She held the water around her in two streams.

"Where's the mother?" Katara asked.

"Ooh, looks like we've actually got a bender this time. No need for these guys." The appointed leader of them said, throwing down his sword. The others did as he did and some of them held fire in their hands, a few of them pulled chunks of the stone courtyard up and held them above their heads. Katara started to panic. This was her vision. This is what she had seen. She glanced at the pile of bison babies and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Look what you've done to them you monsters! Tell me where the mother is!" She screamed through her tears, commanding their attention.

"You've got quite the mouth on ya. We gonna fight or are we gonna chitchat?" He asked with an evil smirk.

She closed her eyes and threw ice dagger at them, completely lost in her fury. She knocked one down, the rest dodged easily and came for her. She tried to hold them off but she had very little water left to hold them back with. She surrounded herself with a spinning torrent and screamed for Aang.

"Aang! Where are you?!"

"Is she seriously calling for back-up?" One man said.

"Hey maybe it's another girl!" Another man hooted.

She sent more ice daggers at them and a few more men fell down. A large boulder was thrown through her water and she almost didn't get out of the way in time. Her water torrent dropped and she could see herself very outnumbered. It was nine against herself.

"AANG!" She yelled again, her scream reverberating off the temple walls.

He could hear her, he wasn't far behind her. He was running as fast as he could, terror driving him forward. His vision had come true and she was in need of him.

"Hey, will you pipe down! Whoever you're callin' for ain't comin'!" The leader said, firing two jets of pure fire at her. She dodged them and froze his feet where he stood with the little water she had left. He just laughed and thawed himself quickly.

"Fire beats ice honey." He said and kicked another jet towards her, the rest of his men firing shots and throwing chunks of stone at her. It got to one point where she couldn't dodge and she got knocked back, flying backwards towards the temple. She skidded to a stop just as Aang arrived, seeing her laying on the ground and the men coming towards her.

"Katara, no!" He screamed and continuing to run past her body and towards them, bending them away easily with air. He came to her side and she just said two words.

"The babies." She said with tear stained cheeks, as he helped her up.

He looked around and saw their bodies. It felt unreal. Like someone had torn his entire world apart. He thought someone hurting Katara was enough to push him over the edge but this… it was too much. His eyes and tattoos started to glow and he was lifted up into the air as the men regained their composures, realizing fully with whom they were dealing with. He was lost in rage. The kind airbender was buried under a revenge seeking man that Aang had never met.

"Where is the mother?" He asked in a voice that sounded like his but mixed with a hundred others.

"We-she's not here. She's already gone. We sold her for parts. She's dead." The leader of the men said in a cower, falling to his knees.

"Then you will pay the ultimate price for her and her children."

He lifted his arms, ready to take out his rage on them when Katara grabbed his ankle.

"Aang no! That will make you no better than them! Please…" She begged. the sound of her voice penetrated him to his very core, where Aang the Airbender was and we was no longer lost. He came down off of his high from rage, slowly floating down and standing next to her. He looked at the men and spoke with them.

"You are to leave this temple and never return to any temple for as long as you live. And if I find out that you have come back, I will make sure you wish you hadn't."

The men nodded and scrambled to get away from the scene, all except for the first man Katara had gotten down. He was just coming to. Aang walked up to him and asked him a very simple question.

"Where are the Acolytes?"

"Tiba scared them off into the nearby village. We didn't harm them, I swear!"

"Leave." Aang said and he did just so, rather quickly too.

When they were alone Katara wanted to console Aang but he wasn't still. He went to the edge of the courtyard and used his earthbending to dig four large holes. He then airbent each one of the babies into their own graves, covering them with dirt. He stood in front of them and said a small prayer, tears rolling down his cheeks. Katara came up to him and he turned upon hearing her, looking down at her and seeing that she was crying too. She came into his arms and they sobbed together for the babies and their mother, the last known family of sky bison. With their eyes burning they walked hand in hand together through the temple and over the bridge to the main temple. By the time they had gotten to where Appa was he was napping with the baby on top, she was also asleep. Aang helped Katara onto Appa and they flew away from the scene, feeling hollow with a mixture of happiness; they had saved one. Katara took a look at the baby and saw that her marking were different than Appa's and her ears were brown. It was a quiet ride for the most part until Katara spoke up.

"What should we name her?"

Aang thought for a moment before responding softly to her from Appa's head.

"I got to name Appa, why don't you name her?" He suggested.

She was thoughtful for a moment and she smiled. She crawled out of the saddle and sat next to Aang, taking her arm and looping around his.

"How about Amhi? It means mother in an ancient culture. And she will become a mother one day, I'm sure of it."

He grinned softly. "How very fitting. Amhi…"

She smiled and kissed Aang on the cheek as they flew off toward the United Republic to start Amhi's recovery.

Endnote:Yes, the issue with Yangchen's warning will be addressed in a later chapter.