TheOrderOfTheWhiteLotus

8/26/12-5/28/13

I always finish what I start… Just another Sokkla Fanfic, takes place after 100 year war and Promise Part 2. (After Promise and before the Search).

I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. However I do claim this story.

Chapter: 4 "At Last We Meet Again"

Azula had been lying awake in bed for quite a period of time. As she was a fire bender; she usually arose from her nights of unsettling sleeplessness as the sun rose into the morning sky. She was quietly waiting for her morning meal to arrive via one of the mental institution's staff. Thinking about nothing in particular her eyes scanned her small cell that she inhabited. She couldn't see much though as the only sources of light were the few sun rays that shone into her room through the small rectangular window perched on the top of her adjacent wall. It wasn't unsettling for her at all though; well it had been at first when she arrived. But now after over a year of almost total darkness she had gotten used to it.

Her eyes followed the shining path that the light brought into her small, dark, damp and stuffy cell. Her eyes began to trail off into the darkness that occupied her surrounds as her calculating mind took off analyzing and counting every possible surface in her cell over and over again a thousand times until she fully committed to letting herself go. Although Azula had an extraordinary ability of extreme concentration and calculation; these days she often let her mind go off by itself as a way for her to daydream the day away. She had long ago come to the realization that daydreaming was a great alterative for her to escape the many unbearable hours spent banished in this literal "hole in the ground". It helped release the tension that was often built up in herself when she thought of her recent past and how she was in her current state. Needless to say she was frustrated by reality and allowed for a series of temporary "quick fix" solutions to aid her in escape. These included mental practices along with periodic doses of sleeplessness, nightmares then sleep to pass the time without thought. An unhealthy way to live as if to exist at all and not at all fixing any of the preexisting conditions that enabled her to end up here in the first place.

After recovering from her days of insanity, she under the watchful eye of the staff eventually overcame her mental breakdown and broke reality finding herself a prisoner in this spirit forsaken place. She had a somewhat rational memory of what transpired during the events of Sozin's comet as that was when she began to show signs of her mental instability. None the less what she did remember was what happened directly before her appointment as the supposed Firelord and small blotches of the rest. But being Azula as clever as she was, she soon pieced the missing information together as soon as she analyzed her current situation. Basically she realized that after being appointed the Firelord she must have had suffered a mental breakdown from the built up stress that was experiencing and the uncontrollable emotions that must have been brewing inside of her due to the betrayals and the unconditional love that her father wouldn't give her. Although she couldn't be sure because the power and fear that she deserved was earned. She then must have lost the position to her dreaded brother Zuko. Meaning that in the end her father and she must have been defeated by the Avatar and his group of conspiring peasants and traitors. Based on this conclusion she had theorized that her father was most likely dead, and for a while she believed it. That was until she heard otherwise from Zuko himself some weeks later during a surprisingly rare visit. Therefore she came to the realization that she would never find the love that she desired from him. With this on her mind she often became depressed; depressed and angered at the thought of her failure and her losses. The utter hopelessness of any future that it brought led her to her resolution to shut off herself from the world for the rest of her life. It seems odd to say, almost taboo but at the moment Fire Nation Princess Azula had accepted defeat and given up. Although she would never tell anyone that; as no one could be trusted; everyone had betrayed her, even Mai and Ty Lee had betrayed her. This stubbornness of pride and denial in an effort to not destroy her remaining self image often pushed thoughts of suicide. But that too would be countered in her mind; as it was the cowards way out she told herself, but what was the use? She knew that she was the coward hiding all these years behind a wall of fear and intimidation and even now as she reflected in this dark cesspool. Azula often thought of these things, as being in a tiny cold quiet room often made ones reflection extremely intense. And whenever she thought of these things she both grew sad and cried herself to sleep, and when she couldn't sleep she turned angry and threw furious temper tantrums that would outmatch any Saber-Tooth Moose Lion's by a landslide. While she temporarily had no bending to use she did often create a mess of things. Furthermore although she was bound in an upper body straight jacket that restricted her body movement and bound her arms; she would destroy any item in her path. That was easy as there were only a few items in the entire cell. And when she was done with that she resorted to cumbersomely bashing her bare fists, head or body against the rock wall until she was bruised and bleeding black and red. She would scream violently and cry at the same time in rage. She caused so much damage that the Healers often added extra doses of Fire Bending suppressant herbs and calming agents into her meals and drinks. They contained side effects that caused her to go through periods of blank unemotional functioning; a kind of drowsy trance that lasted until her relapse stage, no more than three days. As time went on Azula progressed little to none, entirely based off of the neglectance of staff and her own demons haunting her. This effect also helped to further Azula's unhealthy coping mechanisms… today was no exception; Azula was on drugs.

Azula was brought back from another one of her silent morning thoughts as the metal door creaked open. Light a shade not much lighter that of her room shone through the doorway as a figure walked through. At first glance Azula paid no attention to the sudden movement as she thought that it must have been one of the nurses coming to deliver her that unappetizing junk that she called breakfast. But as the door closed behind the dark silhouette her sharp but somewhat hazy mind realized that this was indeed not a nurse but a different person in all, as her new visitor was much too tall. Curious she redirected her look at her visitor, turning her head ever so slightly; only to find a certain water tribesman looking back at her.

It would have been wrong to say that Azula was not astonished, which is a rare thing on its own. But more importantly was that sure enough she recognized this particular boy from somewhere she was sure of it; though she wasn't sure where.

Sokka on the other hand was frozen in place as he held onto the bowl and cup with a death grip. He was terrified that something might happen and that Azula would snap and attack him most indefinitely. They were both still for a short moment longer that they would have liked, staring at each other; waiting for the other to make a move. Sokka sensing an awkward tension he knew would be there and decided to make a move and present the former Princess with her sorry excuse of a breakfast. Moving forward he cleared his throat before stepping out of the shadows and into the spotlight of the window. When he was just a few feet from her bed he spoke up. "Ahem" Sokka cleared his throat in anticipation. "Here is your breakfast Princess." He stretched out his arm in offering of her food and water. Azula squinted into the light, studying the face of this mysterious man. She thought she knew him from somewhere, no she was certain. Her calculating mind raced through all the faces she knew and suddenly it hit her. She knew who this "stranger" was; that pathetic Water Tribe peasant boy.

If there had been a trigger to pull, an alarm to be set off, it had indeed been done. All of a sudden Azula's senses were sharp, her body tense and her mind free of any fogginess that had occupied it for so long. This was what she had been raised for vigilance and aggressiveness and a life time of training was finally beginning to kick in. She could clearly feel her reentering her comfort zone of the role of bully, of the role of the feared and admired Princess Azula of the mighty Fire Nation. The second most powerful fire bender and heir to the throne! Her wall of self control, arrogance and intimidation was repairing itself for her reincarnation to deal with this objective. And in a matter of seconds her transformation was complete. Azula was back… so to speak.

Realizing who it was her face twisted from its serene neutral state into an angry scowl and frown combo. Her anger spiked as she remembered all those memories of this boy and his companions; how they defeated her and her father's great nation. How Zuko her pathetic brother became Firelord; and took her rightful place as ruler of the Fire Nation. They had taken everything from her and left her to rot in this dingy cold clandestine of a place. With new fire in her she opened her mouth to speak; completely ignoring the food that was within arm's reach of her.

"You!" Growled Azula at Sokka as she barred her teeth like some wild animal. To Sokka her fierceness was almost expected; as it was her character that he knew her as. But even as he stood there watching her, she seemed to grow fiercer by the second. It certainly scared Sokka, he could remember the horrible things that she could do with her bending and just how cruel and unforgiving this devil of a girl could be. To him her face had replaced what Zuko's once stood for; the former evil of the Fire Nation. But yet here, even with all her power she was contained in these four walls, a beast trapped and harnessed. He thought that it was rather ironic and amusing that what was once considered good in the Fire Nation was now bad and now tucked away in some hole in the ground like a sort of unwanted object.

Giving her another good look Sokka reminded himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, even if she had her bending she was contained and trapped as a prisoner of these walls. If she had wanted to attack and escape she would have tried so already. During his walk with Healer Ching the old man debriefed him on her situation. She wasn't able to bend, reasons unknown to him, he thought better not to ask at that particular moment. But that didn't mean that she still wasn't violent or destructive. Apparently the nurses used to bring mirrors, buckets and brushes for washing and everyday use when she first arrived, but she had sporadic tantrums that erupted and when they did she destroyed everything, especially the mirrors. Still he remained wary of her at least, but if she tried anything on him he was confident that he would be able to hold her off until help arrived from the outside. And if she didn't have her bending that made her just as useful and as dangerous as any other person in a fight. But then again this was Azula he was thinking about and she defiantly had some tricks up her sleeves.

Either way he was here and he had a job to do, regardless of this he was still nervous to be so close and locked up to this once mighty terror. But being the true warrior he was he recited what was taught to him over and over by his father. "Show no fear! Show no fear!" he chanted over and over a few times in his head. This helped as it often swelled him with pride and reminded him of his background as a warrior of the Southern Water Tribe. With new confidence he prepared to confront the former Princess once and for all. Besides he was a great war hero; Master Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe, who did this ash maker Princess think she was?

Sokka continued to stare at her momentarily after he had gathered his thoughts. He realized that with nothing to be scared about. As a man and more importantly a warrior with a mission; he had to pull his act together and confront and finish his mission no matter the cost as he always had. Still with that on mind he couldn't help but continue to feel a little bit of unease in the back of his mind. Regardless Sokka pushed the thought aside approached the Princess with a more optimistic attitude and backbone on his behalf and show her at least some courtesy.

" You!" Continued Azula, "You're the Water Tribe peasant's brother!" She shouted with realization and anger.

"Hello Azula." Replied Sokka with his new effrontery of ease. Internally he was still slightly uneasy with the idea of being in the same room as Azula; but he was not about to show it.

"What are you doing here?!" Azula could feel her temper boiling over; her inner fire was boiling to higher and higher degrees like a volcano ready to erupt. She wanted to open fire and attack this snow savage; but luckily for him hidden underneath the red blanket that currently covered her and her thin straw mat of a mattress, she was strapped together in a tightly bound straight jacket. And if that wasn't enough then the daily doses of bending suppressant herbs that the staff forced her to digest was overkill. Needless to say the former Fire Princess felt utterly uselessly ineffective physically; paired along with her semi-fragile psyche making her frustrated at being unable to do anything at all about it. Truth be told she was now fully aware, but now that his identity had been confirmed she was scared at being so helpless. Though she would never show it.

"I could ask you the same thing." Replied Sokka sarcastically. He was trying to get a good laugh out of the situation; which he found ironic to say the least when he thought about his own imprisonment by Azula when she had successfully overthrown the Earth Kingdom King in Ba Sing Se. "It's pretty ironic that you're the one in prison now!" he chucked to himself. Azula was quickly starting to lose her patience with him and his laid back appearance. People were supposed to be afraid of her; she was a monster after all. She began to literally boil and steam physically in the cold damp atmosphere of the underground prison. Her body shook with anger at his words and what he had dared to say to her.

"You better hold your tongue water boy!" She growled at him threateningly.

"Or else what?" Teased Sokka; he didn't think that the young fire bender in front of him would do anything irrational at the moment. His ignorance was met by the classic sadistical smirk that soon made its way onto the former Princesses face. She kicked up her lower body in a way, maneuvering so that she could completely kick off the large red blanket that covered her body; straight jacket and all from the cold conditions of her unbearable cell. For a fleeting moment Sokka's heart stopped as he thought that she might just do the unthinkable and attempt an attack. He watched her with a slight fear mixed with a small a burst of adrenaline in anticipation of what he might have to do in order to defend himself. He continued to put her under his gaze as she came up removing the blanket from her body entirely; kicking it onto the far side of the bed and swinging her legs onto the cold wet stone floor of her cell. Fixing her posture she straightened out her back into a dignified way she sat up on the side of her bed, feet positioned straight on the floor looking back defiantly up at the young warrior standing in front of her.

Sokka, could now get a better view of the Princess. He almost fell over laughing at the sight of her straight jacket; earning him a dangerously large frown from Azula.

She was threatening him?! The way he saw it she was in no position to argue with him. His mind was telling him to mock and provoke this monster of a girl even more. But somehow he knew that that probably wasn't a good idea and that he had a more important job to do at the moment. Calming himself down Sokka fixed himself into a relaxed standing posture and addressed the Fire Princess. "Look we're off to a bad start. Let's start fresh ok?" Azula's frown disappeared into a look of curiosity and confusion as she was intrigued as to what on earth this Water Tribe boy had to offer.

"Why what do you mean by that?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

"Well, I can bet your hungry. I know I am. And guess what? I'm your new servant!" He said sarcastically in an attempt to amuse her.

"Oh really?" asked Azula an exaggerated faked astonishment. "Has Zuko started to care for me? He asked you Water peasant to care for poor Azula?" She asked with her own sarcasm. "Or has big brother's friends and the Avatar assigned you to keep an eye on me?"

"Oh no I'm here on my own to because I just enjoy your company." Sokka shot back. This was still not where he wanted their conversation to go but it was almost expected from Azula.

"Hmm, so Zu-zu sent you to make sure that I'm alive, but not alive enough to harm anyone is it? So typical of him." Replied Azula with bitterness in her voice.

"No I was being serious about being sent here not by your brother or Aang. I'm really here to help." Sokka took a second to think over the other part of her statement that bothered him. "And a second thing; why would your brother treat you so bad. I mean spirits knows you deserve it but I don't think Zuko is that cruel of a person… in contrasts to you for instance." He said unintentionally delivering a blow towards the young girl in front of him.

"Or maybe he and you all are trying to torture me with the memory of my failure." Azula snapped back with venom in her voice. She was now even angrier and was starting to lose her cool head that she was known for. Azula wasn't usually the one to lose her cool, but right now she was starting to feel a little emotional.

"Ah, older brothers..." Stated Sokka with a shake of his head, he could tell that he was still treading on thin ice with the former Princess but he had a point to make. "We are so misunderstood." He watched from his standing position as the girl fumed silently on the bed. He was wearing down her patience and to be honest as amusing and terrifying as it was she was starting to wear down his as well. He decided that it was time to move on to another subject, he looked around once again her small cell trying to find something to talk about. Upon examining her cell he estimated that it was 7 by 5 foot squared half the standard size of a Fire Nation cell at the Boiling Rock Prison. He also noted the quality of the cell; the walls were made of the same metal sheet as the rest of the building except for the one far outer wall that was made of a cold rough edged black stone.

There was very little sunlight that came into the cell just enough for one to see easily after their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Because of this, combined with the underground location the cell produced a slightly cold, damp and stuffy environment to it. Resulting in a pungent stinky odor perpetrating from an unknown source. It smelled of decay and urine, kind of like Appa on a bad day Sokka made a side note to himself. In fact he was surprised that Azula was able to stand it so much being a "Princess" and all, then again she did have well over year to adjust to such hardships. As for Sokka he didn't prefer to be in a place like this but he had had his fair share of nasty experiences so it was nothing.

He looked over at Azula again for a moment curious as to what had changed of the former Fire Nation Princess. Seizing the opportunity he quickly examined her noticing that she hadn't changed much other than that she had grown to have less baby fat giving her a slightly more mature look. Other than that though she hadn't changed much physically in size. That didn't mean that her appearance was the same though, no not by far.

All the time spent in incarceration had taken its toll on her body. She seemed frail, underfed and weak, not to mention very unhappy. What more was that Azula had fair skin to begin with, but now her skin was a shade even whiter, resulting in a naturally deathly pale complexion. He noted that her eyes were bloodshot and had several black bags under them giving her a gaunt sleep deprived look.

Furthermore was the fact that her hair as long as it was, was extremely out of place. Like a giant tangled black mass that dangled in all directions partially covering her face. And if there was anything that The Princess Azula was known for it was her nails. Sokka distinctly remembered her sharp manicured nails and the way they seem so deadly whenever she lighting bent. But now instead of sharp cared for pieces of art, she had short clipped and dirty nails that were not even a fraction of what they once were. Her fair skin was covered in black dirt and shiny with sweat. She looked and smelled as if she hadn't had a real bath since she got there so long ago.

Well at least her hair had grown back Sokka thought; he remembered when they were taking her away from the palace after the comet that she had a severe need of a proper hair cut.

Finding her glare disturbing Sokka turned away to examine the rest of her room. There wasn't much in it besides for old straw mattress that she used as a bed. It looked very basic in that it was just that, basic. There had to be a thousand holes in the mattress covering and it was so worn and torn that Sokka was amazed that the former Princess was even able to sit on it without it collapsing. The floor unlike the hallway outside was of a rough stone slab with a thick layer of soil covering it, mixed with sharp fragments of stone. Scatted on the floor were objects such as part of a brush handle or a small cracked mirror piece no larger than a human palm. Lastly tucked in the far corner was a small bucket that Sokka reckoned was used for daily relieving functions and not washing.

Finding nothing in particular to talk about after the last statement from their brief row Sokka cleared his throat uncomfortably. He took another glance around the room before turning back to Azula. She was still looking up at him with an intense glare waiting for him to make a move. She was probably thinking of a witty comeback or some kind of strategy to defeat him he theorized. Realizing that he had to act fast in order to subdue any more arguing between the two he utilized his only assets. "So… anyways…" He stuttered " So are you hungry?" He did this while motioning towards the bowl and cup.

Azula looked up at him quizzically, she was so certain that he was about to take full advantage of his ridiculous argument, if it was a feasible at all. But his inclination to her breakfast did have its draws. She curtly answered. "Why yes, I'm famished."

"Of course you are." Said Sokka more to himself than to Azula. He walked up to Azula and tried to hand her the bowl but was quickly put down with a fierce scowl.

"Dumdum have you cared to notice that I'm a LITTLE RESTRICTED?!" Sokka stupidly looked down and saw that there was indeed in a tan straight jacket crisscrossing the upper half of her body with a pair of simple red pants and canvas shoes sticking out of the bottom, both complementary prison garb. Feeling extremely foolish Sokka's face turned red as he mentally face palmed himself. He looked around for a place to sit so that he could feed Azula but as the cell was practically empty he no other option. "Well?" Asked Azula impatiently waiting for her meal. "Are you going to sit down or stand there like some kind of buffoon? Either way I don't care I would like my breakfast."

"Could I possibly sit on the bed next to you? See it makes it so much easier to-"

"If you must." Said answered Azula cutting Sokka off. When he still hesitated she scooted over and said "well come on, I don't bite."

"I find that hard to believe." Stated Sokka but he did as he was told and carefully took his place next to Azula. She noticed that he had indeed changed a bit during the past year or so. He had grown some in height, making him possibly taller than her by a quarter to a half a head. He was in much better shape physically as he had acquired nice muscle mass. Not the same body build as Chan but a more naturally tone build. Other than that there was nothing more that she could tell. Azula wasn't very familiar with him and only knew him from past conflicts where he was the master mind of Team Avatar.

There was one thing however that he brought that Azula picked up right away. His scent. No it wasn't the smell of him in particular but the smell of the world outside of her cell. For the first time in a while she got to experience what freedom was like. Although the nurses came in everyday to feed her they had been around for so long that the scent of the asylum had rubbed off on them. But Sokka being new was yet to be synched into the system.

When Sokka sat down he was a little jumpy; Azula took notice of that and truth be told she liked it. People's fear of her empowered her but more than that it gave her a sense of the past, the good old days. It made her feel almost normal and at peace. She could sense it; it gave her a kind of thrill to know that people were still afraid of her. Fear was good she remembered. Let them fear me, I am a monster after all she thought, as that particular thought often circulated itself inside of her head.

There was another awkward moment of silence before Sokka cleared his throat to say something when Azula interrupted him rudely for the second time. "What are you here for peasant?" Sokka was a bit taken by surprise by her sudden interrogational upturn of atmosphere. Never less he was quick to reclaim his demeanor and return fire with an arrogant affinity of certainly.

"I've told you I'm here to help."

"As if I'm going to believe that peasant!" She replied sarcastically with a sly smile on her face.

"What?" Said Sokka with a questioning look upon his face.

"If you honestly think that I'm going to believe that you came all the way to this wretched place to help me. The Princess Azula whom you and all your friends and my dear brother hate and despise then you are more pathetic than I thought." Sokka thought this through for a minute. He had known all along that he would have to prove somehow his worth but he didn't know how.

Suddenly something came to him as he looked back at the girl with all her hatred and anger in her eyes. Sokka remembered the same feeling that he was experiencing now when Zuko joined Team Avatar. At first it was awkward and nobody trusted him. But little by little he eventually earned all their trusts, even Katara's and today Zuko was one of Sokka's closest allies. (Well he was in political regards minus the whole Suki situation.) The important thing was the Sokka now had his plan, which was going to start proving his worth to the former princess with small gestures; this would help earn her trust and make them more familiar with each other. Step by step he would breakdown the barrier between them caused by the 100 years of fighting. This included helping her with trivial things to gain her trust even if he didn't want to. Feeding her breakfast was a good start.

"I don't think you're dumb or pathetic and neither am I." He stated simply. Azula rolled her eyes and shook her head at this notion. Before she had a chance to rebuttal him however he continued. "But as you are a little incapacitated," he motioned towards her straight jacket and restrictions "is there anything that I can do to help you become more comfortable?" He asked this out of sincere heart, even though Sokka really didn't want to be here spending time with the evil Princess he had little choice and thought that he might give it a try. After all he did make a promise to a certain someone.

Azula wasn't fazed by his inquiry though and was giving him a scrutinizing look that made him extremely uncertain, not that Sokka would show it of course as he couldn't back down now. "Yes there is. See as you aren't probable to undo my bindings I'll have to settle for less." She said with a smirk on her face. At this Sokka finally got her hint. He smiled at her joke actually finding her sarcastic remark funny before proceeded to cover it up with a convincing laugh of carelessness.

Azula had taken offense to his behavior as she was used to being cared for and usually giving orders. Even though orders were more or less given to her against her will here in her home if you will. "I want you to feed me my breakfast!" she ordered raising her voice in anger of his mistaken disrespect. She felt insulted. She was running out of patience with dealing with this water tribesman.

"How have you been eating all along?" Sokka asked after settling down. He set the cup of water down on the uneven flooring making sure that it was secure before turning towards Azula.

"That fool of a nurse feeds me of course, as the staff won't trust me to my own devices."

"Well that makes sense," reasoned Sokka "you would probably kill them or maybe go crazy and injure yourself again." Azula's scowl suddenly turned bewilderment and astonishment as she registered what he had said. Things began to heat up again.

"How dar-"

"Everybody knows that you lost it when my sister Katara beat you at the Agni Kai. And besides I've been reading your medical reports."

"That wasn't fair; I was cheated of my throne. I was taken advantage of!" Said Azula trying to justify her position. "Zuko and that uncultured creation that you call your sister stole my place as the rightful heir to the throne… I SHOULD BE FIRELORD!"

"Well if I can recall the Fire Nation did some tricky things and so did you. You cheated when you pretended to be Suki and the Kioyshi warriors to takeover Ba Sing Se."

"I call that strategy and grabbing an opportunity. Something your people don't seem to grasp." Sokka ignored the insult to the Water Tribe and shot back a heated rebuttal.

"Well then we agree that the lines between both are quite blurry, aren't they?" Azula stayed quiet for a moment collecting what had happened. What happened was that he had won; she had severely underestimated this savage. Then again it wouldn't have been the first time she reminded herself. If it wasn't for this tribesman and his meddling friends along with those traitors and her brother she would have been the second most powerful person on the planet. Accepting reality she made a mental note to not fall for any of Sokka's clever traps again.

"Sokka?" She asked after a moment of silence.

"What?" Replied Sokka mindlessly.

"That is you name isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is." Answered Sokka. Azula made a mental note to develop a nick name for Sokka for future use.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you going to feed me or not?" Grumbled Azula effectively ending their little verbal conflict. Sokka smiled knowing that he had beaten the Princess. The fear he had was now gone and replaced with an arrogant pride and a trademark smile that he was known for. He picked up the bowl of bland jook and thought of how unpleasant the next few months with Azula would be.

Thanks for reading, keep the comments coming as they are my motivation. No comments no story. Also I'm so happy that The Promise part 3 finally came out. It'll defiantly be mentioned in my fanfic. Other than that can't wait for Korra to come out as well as The Search.! I would also like to know what are your thoughts on The Promise or The Search part one.

By the way, I physically portray Sokka as he is in The Search or Promise. He's still the skinny guy but now with a more toned muscle mass. Azula is basically the same but just like in the Search she is matured a bit.

Furthermore I recently discovered that one of my favorite Sokkla fan fictions "The Dragon's Lament" has been deleted off . I'm really saddened that that story had to be taken away from us before it was actually completed. But good news is that there has been a revival of Sokkla Fan Fics during the past year which is good. I will start writing again soon as school is over; remember I promised that I will get this done. College is a lot of work so please understand that Fan Fiction isn't my life and that I have had other things to do. However its approaching summer so consider this kind of a sample of more works to come.

Just to clear everything up the Asylum Island is located just off the mainland of the Fire Nation. (You can see it on the map).

My story is an intermediate between The Promise and Search Part 2. Also sets up for Korra. After Life Goes On The Search continues as usual. (Except for whole Zuko illegitimate child thing. Not a fan of that.)

Lastly, yes I know everyone hates my first introductory chapter. Yes I did a terrible job at formatting it but I'm not going to take the time to go back and reorganize it. It's just a waste of time, get over it. Understand that my writing will keep getting better as the story goes. Peace.

~TheOrderOfTheWhiteLotus