Disclaimer: Welcome to the Iroh and Zuko show! Naaa I'm just kidding. I don't own the Avatar. I don't own anything, wow, now I'm depressed.
Aang had just finish putting a one of the few minor fires of the village, and at the same time, battling Zhao's soldiers. It was just too much! Aang was just about to tell Katara that it was a hopeless battle, and that they should move everyone to safety so that the people can live to build another village.
"MY BABY!"
Aang whipped his head around to the cry. He saw two parents staring at their once beautiful home, crying. But wait, what was that? A figure was running into the building? Didn't that person know that the building was on fire, and about to collapse any minute?
Aang sprinted to the two people. They were both hurt, pretty badly.
"What's wrong?" Aang asked quickly.
"My baby's in there!" The mother cried out. "And some teenager with a scar just went in!" said the father.
"Aang!" Katara yelled, and Aang turned around. "What's wrong?" Katara asked, as she ran to him, with Sokka behind her.
"A baby's in there, and I think Zuko is to!" Aang replied, looking at the building with glassy eyes.
"Zuko?" Katara and Sokka yelled surprised.
"I have to go in there to save them," Aang said, and started towards the building.
"Wait!" and Iroh approached the Avatar. "You must have faith in my nephew, Avatar. He will come back with the child."
"What? How do you know, and why would he do that?" Aang asked in confusion.
"It's because I believe in him, and I suppose he is doing this, is because he feels sorry for the child." And turned toward the building. "You have more important things to do right now," and Iroh nodded his head towards Zhao, who was walking towards the Avatar at quick pace. His hands on fire, quenching for power. Aang nodded, and ran towards the admiral, hoping to end this fight quickly before anyone else could get hurt.
Smoke and unbearable heat surrounded him. This isn't as easy as I thought it would be Zuko thought. He could hear the child alright. "Where ARE you?" Zuko yelled, but the child continued to scream. Yeah, like he was just going to tell you Zuko laughed. The smoke was starting to get to him. No! I can't give up! I made a promise to Uncle! And with new determination, Zuko continued to look for the child.
After going to the last room, Zuko found the child. The baby seemed to be an infant, with just a wisp of hair, but bright green eyes. Zuko rushed towards the baby, and picked what seemed to be her up. The baby immediately stopped crying, and resumed sleep. Zuko was about to leave, when something caught his eye. A toddler (boy) no more than two years old, that looked like from the Earth Kingdom was lying on the floor face down unconscious.
Zuko sighed and heaved the little boy onto his shoulder. Ok, now let's get the hell out of here. Zuko wrapped the children into his arms and chest to protect them from the flames. He started running, until he saw it. "Crap!" Zuko cursed. A huge fire blocked their exit. Zuko could feel the lick of the flames, and he was getting dizzy. Then all of a sudden, a beam fell from the ceiling. Zuko couldn't get out in time. He stood in fear as a fiery beam hit his head with a loud thunk. He let out a scream, and then fell to the floor, still holding the two children close to him as darkness flooded his eyes.