Sokka watched Toph closely. She was acting different since that man had touched her. What had she seen? What could have possibly thrown her into this state? He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. The man was close to twenty years old, if he was preying on Toph then he was sick and should be killed. Sokka shook the thought from his head as Katara sat down next to him with a bowl of noodles.

"What?"

"Nothing...just thinking." Katara nodded and turned in her seat to look at him.

"You do that alot. Don't hurt yourself." Sokka cut his eyes at Katara and frowned. He picked up his bowl and began slurping up his noodles. She smiled as Aang and Toph sat down across from them. She could remember being a little younger and meeting a young man in her village. He was older and he was handsome and she was deeply in crush with him. She smiled to herself. She got over him of course but that was one man she would never forget.

Aang frowned as he thought over the events that had happened just a little while earlier. The man with the odd colored eyes. He had called himself a clairvoyant. And by what Aang could tell the man was something. He had never seen a person go into fits like that except for once. That was back at the air temple along time ago. One of the boys he used to play with would have seizure attacks. He would jolt and someone would have to hold his heads so he didn't bash it in.

A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about it. The poor boy would throw up while he was convulsing, along with other things. The boy had absolutely no control over his body. That was why he killed himself, or so he heard.

He looked across the table at Sokka who was slurping up his noddles. He frowned as he remembered the terror in his friends eyes after that man, Keima, had just touched him. He turned his eyes to Katara and his frown deepened. The tears that rushed down her face after the man had let go of his arm bothered him. Just what exactly had they seen. He shook his head as he turned to look at Toph. At first she had seemed bothered as well but now she just sat there and stuffed her mouth full of the noodles as quick as she could.

Keima pulled his cloak around him and made sure his gloves were covering his hands. He looked down and made sure that the pouch containing his herbs and crystals was securely fastened to his belt. He took a deep breath and walked into the village. He had crossed the path of the fire nation Scar as he worked his way to the village. He had been wrong. For once his aura sense was wrong. He had counted several red auras, but it was only one man. The man was along with only a pair of broad swords at his back.

A look at him and Keima could see horrible things. Tears streaming down a disfigured face, and blood collecting on the ground around the bowed forehead. So many visions had hit him on this one day that he was confused. Normally the most powerful visions would shadow out the other minor ones. All of the visions though were powerful. There had to be a connection between them. There wasn't a possible way that they all were just random and completely coincidental.

A sharp pressure behind his eyes throbbed mercilessly. He had wracked his brain for an hour while he waited for the vision sickness to pass. Now he was feeling the consequences of such hard thought. He looked up as he came to gate of the village. He hated this village. He hated the people that lived in this village. He hated them because they hated him. They each looked down on him at first because of his physical difference, mainly his eyes and the fact that his skin was completely covered from his Adam's apple down. Secondly they looked down upon him after they learned of what he was. He was a freak. He was trouble. He was called these things because he knew what kind of people they really were. The woman that ran the small orphanage spent the first part of her life as a harlot in Ba Sing Sei. The butcher around the corner was a serial killer that had a taste for human flesh. But you think anyone would believe the village hermit. That crazy kid with the messed up eyes. No of course not. The honorable chief of the village kept his public wife nice and pretty while his three other wives and his extra-marital children slept in hay and were constantly covered in filth.

Keima shook his head. Gai Rute was a horribly nice town. Everyone was so happy to see you, take your money and kick you in the rear as you left. He focused his eyes on the group of youths that he had encountered earlier. He was very relieved that they had taken his advice. Cotton was sitting facing the door. He stood a little ways away and watched her. She became very still. She brought up her blind eyes and looked right at him. Though he knew it was impossible that she could actually see him, he didn't doubt that she could feel the vibrations in the ground.

"Guys? Spots is back." Toph said pushing back her bowl. Katara looked at her and frowned.

"Who?" Sokka frowned and turned around to see what Toph was 'looking' at. His frown deepened as he noticed Keima walking towards them. He growled deep in his throat and turned back to Toph.

"If he bothers you I will make him leave."

Toph shook her head. She stood up as he walked over to them. Aang followed her lead and stood up beside her. Aang was still wary about this man. How could he just start following them out of nowhere then show up just the same.

"I'm sorry. I realized after I had left you, I didn't get any of your names. To my embarrassment I can only recall Sokka's name." Sokka turned and glared at the man. Keima took a step backwards as if he had been hit by the invisible daggers thrown his way. Katara frowned at her brother and looked back at Keima.

"Katara." Keima looked over at her and the memory of his vision earlier filled his mind. A picture of the girl burning alive was plastered in his mind. He nodded her way and turned to look at the bald monk. The blue arrows that graced his hands and forehead brought another memory to the forefront. Arrows smeared in blood as they glowed a bright blue.

"I'm Aang." Keima smiled and nodded. He turned to completely face the young monk. He bowed slightly.

"Young avatar. I have heard great things about you." He turned his eyes to the girl he had been referring to as Cotton. There was no washing the sight of her lifeless eyes out of his mind. He knew that those eyes would haunt his nightmares for years to come.

"Cotton, I don't believe that is your name, so care to tell me your real name." Toph frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Toph." Keima nodded. He turned and looked at the group as a whole. He smiled at them warmly but the smile past.

"You had ask why I was following you. I was following Toph's aura because she was the first body I saw." Sokka felt anger flash through him. He stood up knocking his chair backwards.

"What does that mean?" Keima again took a step away from Sokka. It was overtly clear that he intended to protect the young blind girl at any cost.

"I fear that if I am to tell you what my vision showed me, that you will think me crazy."

"Can't get any worse there, Spots." Toph snorted and sat back down. Keima smiled as he laughed to himself.

"I have seen your torn body laying on the ground as the Earth quaked. Blood streamed from your eyes and mouth. Your eyes were lifeless, and clouded as they may be now they are still full of life." He stopped for a moment and his face went hard. He turned his eyes back to look at Aang, whose eyes happened to be wider then normal.

"You, young avatar. I have seen blood smeared across your arrows and heard the screams of your loved ones as they died. Katara, I have seen your body burst in to flames and be devoured by them." He turned his eyes to Sokka and narrowed them.

"I have seen blood drip from your hands, Sokka. Blood that isn't your own." Keima frowned and looked to the ground. He shook his head as he could almost hear the words sinking into their skulls. He looked up at them.

"I don't like seeing these things. And I don't like repeating them. I wouldn't bother you unless I thought that if you had proper warning, it could save your lives." Sokka frowned. The things that were being said were horrible. Things that didn't need to be said out loud. He stood up and shook his head.

"Why would you want to help us?" Keima frowned and glared at the Water tribe boy. He shook his head and looked back to Aang.

"Aang is the Avatar, and the last of his kind. Toph is blind but an amazing master of her element. Katara is a master over her element without having had any instruction. You are destined to rule over the Water Tribes. Call it a fetish, but I would rather not see those dreams and these people die or worse because I didn't care." Toph nodded and leaned back putting her feet on the table.

"If you have gifts then use them." Keima turned his eyes back to her and smiled. He gave a small nod to the others and looked back at Toph.

"Precisely."