A/N: Thanks alot to Xannijn for my first review! really appreciated! Anyway, I changed the rating to T because there won't be as much blood or violence as I orginally planned to put in. But make no mistake, there will be plenty of violence, blood, gore, and steamy love, although I'll keep a leash on it all. But still, reader discretion is strongly advised!!! Especially in this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, or any of the characters, except for my own OC. So get off my back.

While the others were sleeping soundly in the night, the cold rain beating a soothing melody against the windows, Katara sat in

her bed wide awake. She just couldn't take her mind off that young fighter in the ring. She sat up in her bed and looked at her

friends. Aang, Sokka, Toph and Momo were still fast asleep from a long day. Katara quietly got out of bed, pulled on her shoes,

grabbed her water pouch and tip- toed out of the room. She wondered if the young man was still here in the lodge. It was highly

unlikely that he would still be here. Katara knew she still had to look. She walked down the wooden steps to the massive oak

hall. Everything in the hall was much quieter and calm than before. The fighter's ring wasn't in the hall anymore, much of the

spectators who came for the fight had either left or retreated to their rooms for the night. There were tables and benches for

weary travelers to relax, eat and maybe even have a beer or two. Some tables were empty while the rest were occupied by

dangerous- looking thugs who were eyeing Katara with malicious complacency. That made her uncomfortable but didn't

discourage her from her search. Katara walked up to the bar keeper and got his attention.

"Excuse me, sir?"

The bar tender turned to face her. The bar tender was a greasy old man with a long graying beard and hardly any hair on his head.

"What can I do for you, young lady?"

"I was just wondering if that one fighter from earlier this night was still here, that's all."

The old bar tender smiled and said nothing, but simply pointed to the far end of the hall. Katara followed the direction of his

finger to a table in to the corner of the hall. Katara finally saw him. The young fighter she was obsessing about was sitting at the

table, drinking a big mug of beer and eating from a large bowl of hot food. Katara took a deep breath, sighed, and walked over

to him. When she reached his table, he didn't look at her or even give her some kind of acknowledgment. Katara finally

summed up enough courage to talk to him. "You mind if I sit with you?" Katara half-expected him to tell her to piss off, but to

her surprise, he motioned with his hand toward the chair next to him. She sat down and eyed the young man. He was wearing

simple traveler's garment with a leather belt wrapped around his waist. On the ground beside him was a large rucksack.

Katara's gaze, however, was focused on the sword that was propped right across the young man's lap. Katara had seen different

swords and other weapons from her father and Sokka, but she had never seen a weapon like this. The blade was long and slightly

curved, like a weapon meant for slashing instead of stabbing. The hilt of the sword was made of gold and inlaid with green and

red gems. The sword's handle was engraved with the carving of a white dragon. Katara gazing finally met with his arms. The

young man's arms were large in muscle size and incredibly defined, his hands were like bear claws and his knuckles were so

dense they looked like small, blunted spikes protruding out of his hands. "No wonder he shattered that Giant Man's hand with

one punch." After what seemed like minutes, Katara finally collected herself. She wanted to know more about him.

"Are you from here?"

He turned his head slightly in her direction and replied in a soft, yet clear and deep voice, "No."

"Are you traveling?"

"Yes."

Katara couldn't believe she was asking him such stupid questions. She decided to ask the serious question.

"What's your name?"

There was a long pause, as if he didn't want to answer the question, but then he spoke up.

"Anareon. My name is Anareon."

Katara was taken aback by his name. She thought of it as a nice man's name for someone like Anareon. Katara was just about to

ask him another question, but Anareon opened his mouth again and asked her what her name was.

"My name's Katara, my mother gave me that name."

"Katara; that's a beautiful name."

Katara's heart was nearly melted by those words. She barely knew Anareon and he was telling her that she had a beautiful name.

She had to fight to keep her tears from streaming down her face.

"Thank you... N..nobody has ever said something like that to me before."

"Well I have just now."

Katara and Anareon's romantic conversation was cut short. Four tough-looking men strolled up behind the two. Anareon was

instantly back to reality with Katara and he steeled himself when he heard the four men approach behind him. The largest of the

thugs who had old scars all over his face walked right up behind Anareon and spoke to him with a threatening tone, "You owe

me some money, now!" Katara felt nothing but fear that Anareon was being confronted by these brutish men, but she looked at

Anareon and saw that he was calm and collected; he didn't even turn around in his chair to face his opponents.

"Go away, I'm eating; unless you four want another ass-kicking."

Anareon's voice was no longer soft and peaceful, as Katara heard it, but rather threatening and full of anger.

"I'm warning you, go away or I will be forced to kill all four of you."

The largest thug said to him, "There's no way you could have won a fight against me. I'm stronger than you. You cheated."

Anareon simply laughed and, with his back still turned to the thugs, replied, " Yeah, and how do you know that?"

The thug was staring to get really angry.

"You're an Earthbender, plain and simple, and Benders weren't allowed in those fights. The jig is up, so you're going to give

me my money, or I'll waste you for it, kid."

The thug pulled a knife from his belt and tried to stab Anareon. Katara screamed, "look out!" Suddenly, at lightning- fast speed,

Anareon swirled his arms and Katara saw the sword in Anareon's lap fly out of its sheath. Before she even realized it, Katara

was gazing upon three lifeless bodies on the ground, blood oozing from the bodies' horrifically large slash wounds. The largest

thug's arm was lying on the table, knife still in hand. Anareon had sliced it clean off.

Satisfied that the fight was done, Anareon, his emerald eyes again burning with the same passionate anger katara had seen in is

eyes earlier tonight, wiped the blood from his sword with a napkin and strolled over to the thug who was standing near the table,

utterly petrified from fear, a look of sheer terror on his face. The man looked at Anareon and asked him, "Who are you?"

"Someone you don't want to fuck with."

Anareon snapped up his belongings and started walking towards the lodge's entrance without saying a word to Katara, who was

still sitting in her chair, dumbfounded. Katara could not believe she had just witnessed the brutal slaying of a human being.

Katara broke into a cold sweat as she began to contemplate what she had just saw. She then looked towards the front

entrance. Anareon was already outside in the cold, night- filled street when Katara got up from her chair and ran for the entrance

to catch up. Katara reached the oak doors and threw them open. The night was still cold and wet, but it had stopped raining at

least. Anareon was walking out of a nearby stable with an ostrich-horse in tow. Katara ran up in front of him, blocking his path.

"What do want now?" Anareon now had an almost hostile tone with Katara.

"How could you do that?"

Anareon was puzzled. "Do what, exactly?"

"Kill those men that easily; where did you learn to fight like that?"

"You aren't getting a lesson, and I'm not the teaching type." Anareon then mounted his ostrich-horseand rode off into the

moonlight, leaving Katara feeling rejected and scorned. She turned around and started walking back to the lodge when she saw

someone that made her blood run cold. A girl of fifteen years standing in the distance, holding an Avatar wanted poster in front

of a couple of pedestrians. The girl was tall, slender, with threatening golden- yellow eyes and a crimson fire nation symbol

placed atop her head, being accompanied by several fire nation soldiers and agents of the Dai Li. She was Azula, princess of the

Fire Nation.

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