Chapter 1

Katara sat up slowly. Jun burst in with a cake. Sixteen candles flickered around the rim.

"Happy birthday, Katara!" Jun grinned.

"Good morning, Aunt Jun," Katara smiled. With a water whip, she doused the flames.

"Well, today's your special day, Kat," Jun said as she magically lifted a perfect slice from the cake to a plate. "What do you want to do?"

"Relax at home," Katara joked.

"Oh, come on! Don't you want to do something? You're young. You're pretty. Go out and get a boyfriend!" Jun exclaimed as she hustled Katara out of bed. "Now get ready!"

Jun skipped downstairs. "Now first we'll go to the palace gardens. And then—"

Katara stretched. "Mmm," she groaned. "I'm sixteen. Something bad will happen today though," she whispered. She crossed the room to her window and flung it open.

"What a beautiful day," she spoke softly. She shook her hair. "Time to get ready," she breathed. She grabbed her brush and began to run it through her hair as she stood at the open window. A few minutes later, she set it down and began to braid her hair. She hummed softly.

"Really, Zuko, you're being ridiculous!" Jet told his younger brother as they rode. "She's our friend."

"But I don't care for her," Zuko protested.

"So you're telling me that the time you carried Hana into the palace when she bruised her knee, you did it because you despised her," Jet chuckled.

"I care for her, just…not…in that way," Zuko said reluctantly.

"Well, that's just the way life is sometimes," Aang told his brothers.

"Y ahora me muero de amor si no estás,
me muero y no puedo esperar,
a que vuelvas de nuevo aquí,
junto a mí, con tus besos.

Es que me muero de amor si no estás,
me muero y no puedo esperar,
necesito tenerte aquí, junto a mí,
sin tu amor no puedo seguir.

Entre tus papeles descubrí, una carta,
solo en líneas apretadas, frases sin razón.
Dices que el motivo fue la falta de aire,
si siempre te dejé ser libre, sin una condición," Katara's lovely voice reached the three princes' ears.

"What?"

"Did you?"

"There!"

The three brothers looked up at the same time and spotted Katara braiding her dark hair.

"She's mine!" the three shouted at the same time.

"She'll be my bride," Aang said, drawing his sword.

"Not if I propose first," Zuko growled, as he drew his sword.

"Your blood will drip from my blade if you approach her," Jet threatened.

"So, it is a duel to the death," Aang grinned.

"Last one standing receives the fair maiden's hand in marriage," Zuko agreed.

The discordant melody of blades meeting interrupted Katara's song.

"What is going on?" she whispered as she strained to look down the street.

"What is that racket?" Jun frowned. She leaned out the door.

"You wish she was your soul mate," Aang shouted at Jet. "That girl will be my wife."

"Ha!" Jet answered. "The girl in that window is mine! I claimed her!"

Jun followed their conversation and gathered that they spoke of Katara. No one else had a daughter that was still in her parents' house on this street. "That girl," Jun fumed. "I told her to get one boyfriend, not THREE!" Jun raced up the stairs with ever increasing wrath. "KATARA!"

Katara turned from the window as Jun entered the bedroom. Her blue eyes went wide with fear when she saw Jun's face.

"Be gone, toad!" Jun shrieked. She struck Katara with her magic. Katara became a small brown toad.

"She's gone!" Zuko shouted.

"What?" Aang and Jet chorused. Their heads whipped toward the window.

"Perhaps she was a figment of our imaginations," Aang ventured slowly.

"Yes," Jet agreed. "Truce?"

"Truce," the brothers agreed. They mounted and set off again.

Upstairs, Jun's chest heaved. "Begone!" Katara vanished.

A/N: the song is called Me Muero de Amor. don't ask me what it's saying. I have no clue. (my brother refused to translate for me.) I chose it because it sounds pretty. The title means something like the death of my love.

Don't you love how the princes get over Katara so easily?

Please review. I appreciate it.