Prologue

It has been about a year since I had last seen him. His beautiful golden eyes haunt me in my dreams and I swear I see them everywhere I look. Why do I miss him? I hate him. It's his damned fault for everything that had happened to me. He may not of personally done the things to me, but everything that happened came back to him. It was his father who had ordered him to kidnap me and take me to their nation. His father was the one who had me fight against my former best friend. It was his cousin who caused the horrible damage that I dare not speak about.

I walk aimlessly around the village, breathing in the cold air. There is absolutely nothing to do around here. I already had my chores done and I didn't have to help cook dinner today. I'm so used to being busy that when I'm not busy, I'm absolutely lost. I don't have any friends, in this village at least. I can only count one person as my friend, Toph, but she lives in the Earth Nation. I used to have another friend, but they abandoned me to pursue girls and I will never forgive them for that. Of course, I could hang out with my brother, but I'm not in speaking terms with him.

I hear a shout in the distance and realize that my dad is calling me home. I run home, almost slipping three times, then go inside. I stop dead in my tracks. Zhao.

"What are you doing here? You do realize that you aren't welcome here." I give him the death glare. I have to control myself just to not freeze his butt to the chair.

"I'm here to deliver a message," Zhao said, "a very important message." He gives me that scowl that seems to be frozen on his horrid face.

"Katara," my dad said, handing me a scroll. I open the scroll and read it. My eyes widen in fear. This is what it read:

I, Fire lord Ozai invite you to come to the Fire Nation to attend a meeting regarding the marriage of Prince Zuko and Katara of the Southern Water Tribe. It is insisted that you leave immediately after receiving this message to properly arrive at the meeting in time.

Sincerely, Fire lord Ozai

"What?" This has to be a mistake, it has to be," I said trying to hold back my tears.

"As much as I hate to say it," Zhao said, shaking his head, "this letter is not a mistake."

I can feel the tears running down my cheeks. They are very warm compared to the cold heart of Ozai. In mere hours, I'm on a ship to the Fire Nation, along with my father, to attend a meeting about my marriage to Zuko. I have a flashback to were my nightmare had begun.

Chapter I- Abandonment

I feel the tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. It is very humid out and I don't know where we are. We landed on this island about ten minutes ago. I thought we were taking a break from flying, but now I know why we really stopped.

"I'm really sorry Katara. I feel really bad, but it's too dangerous for you to travel with us any further."

"So you're just going to leave me here, on this island?" I asked. I can feel the anger building up inside me. "If I really can't come with you, why didn't you drop me off somewhere that has human inhabitants?"

"I guess we never thought of that," Sokka said. Typical, he wouldn't think the plan through.

"It's just too dangerous for you to come," Aang said, "you could be killed."

"I don't care! You're my friend, you would never do something like this to me!" Aang and my brother couldn't hear the last of what I said, because they were already out of my sight, somewhere in the sky.

All I can do is cry. I'm alone, I don't know where I am, and I don't know if there are any humans around. I lay down on the ground because there is nothing I can do for it is now dark. I shut my eyes and eventually fall asleep.

…...

I jump up instantly, using my senses to figure out what startled me. "Who's there?" I asked, even though it could have been an animal.

I walk around me, but can't see anything since it is still night. I feel movement behind me, so I turn around, ready to attack…blackness. I hear the sound of whistling air, then a hit on the head. I fall to the ground, unable to get up, but why? Is something holding me down? Yes.

I can feel hot breath on my face. I breathe in and smell cinnamon. "Let me go!" I struggle to get free, but whoever this person, or thing is, has a strong hold on me. The person laughs and puts more force on me, then…I remember nothing.