I would like to say it only took me this long because of my knee injury, but I'd be half lying. I know I said I'd have it done earlier but a doctor's appointment came up and yadda yadda. It doesn't matter, its here! And thanks for your reviews; Teen Freak, Tsukikage1213, and Realfanficts. Enjoy!

Chapter Four

Two Eras

Outside the man walked down the street to where he had momentarily met Dirk and paused, the body was no longer there. Sitting atop of a catwalk was the one who had stowed away the corpse. She held a deeply satisfied smile.

"Things would run faster if you would not take the time to have a meal while doing your job." She licked her lips and shook her head.

"Now now Simon, keep me not from the minute pleasures still afforded to me." He ignored her adorable little pout and walked on. Upon turning the corner she was already waiting for him, her superhuman ability to move in the blink of an eye was certainly handy at times. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"What did you learn from him?" Simon drew the fish and handed it to her.

"We have a trek to make my dear; I hear Antarctica is lovely this time of year." She glanced at him curiously.

"Where?"

"North….far North."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said; you should pay better heed to the clues afforded to you." Not impressed but confused by his answer she nodded. Looking about she spotted a homeless man sifting through a dumpster. The hungry fire in her eyes returned with a vengeance.

"Very well, just let me get something for the road."

BACK IN PARIS………………..

Lee and Shandrey moved as fast as they could, but they were still miles away from their hotel. He felt the girl begin to shiver terribly and she groaned painfully. Shandrey shot a look back at them.

"How's she doing?"

"Not well." Katara was unconsciously gripping the fabric of Lee's gi for dear life. "Shandrey I believe a faster mode of transportation is in order."

"What? Oh yeah!" Taking hold of Lee and Katara, Shandrey closed her eyes and after reciting a few powerful words they were transported away from where they stood and taken across the city.

Shandrey was careful not to reappear in public. Although these days it was not uncommon for something unearthly to be seen, she was partial toward keeping to herself. Their forms reappeared behind the large building and they immediately began making their way around to the front. The people behind the desk began rattling off questions but Shandrey cut them off with a series of items she needed brought up to their room.

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Once in within the privacy of their room Shandrey and Lee carefully lay Katara on the bed and placed several blankets on top and around her. While Shandrey continued tucking the blankets around Katara, Lee answered a knock at the door. Delivered to them were several hot water bottles and heated spa rocks. Shandrey's husband brought them to her with noticeable perplexity.

"I do not understand."

"The saying goes, 'never give up hope with a hypothermic victim'. But raising the body's temperature back to normal can be a tricky business. We should be able to keep her alive and eventually get her internal temp back up in the safe zone."

"Does she not require medical attention?" asked Lee.

"Normally, yes. But as we both know…" She turned a grin up at him. "I am not normal." Lee moved a silent chuckle up his chest. "Once we get her out danger I should be able to use my own healing powers to keep her alive." She took the rocks from him and placed them in spots around Katara's arms and legs. The hot water bottles soon followed on top of the blankets. Shandrey rose up next to Lee. "Okay…"

"Now what?"

"Now we begin the laborious task of maintaining a stable body temperature. I have to go for more supplies." Lee was on the verge of protest to being left alone with her. "If she wakes up, get her to try and drink this." She shoved a cup of lukewarm water into his hands. "Not too much, but not too little. You got it?"

"Shandrey-"

"Good, I'll be back." Shandrey snatched up her bag and was out of their room in a flash. Lee stared after her with a slightly open mouth. He sighed and looked down at the unconscious Katara.

Quite literally across the world Nayia sat up straight within the locked room her captors had prepared for her. Despite outward appearances, inside the cell was quite luxurious. She was more than aware of the fact that she was being watched 24/7 and that for now any type of escape was impossible. Many times Nayia tried making contact with Lee but unsurprisingly they seemed to possess a means of blocking her brother's telepathy. Even when her door was opened and her first visitor entered, she took little notice and continued to stare straight ahead. The renegade samurai, Mifune, sat down beside her carrying a tray holding refreshments. His eyes roamed up and down her figure.

"The years have certainly been kind to you. I see you have also grown into a formidable warrior."

"Hmph, that was not my decision." He held out the tray.

"Some food?" He got his answer, it was Nayia's hand knocking the tray out of his grasp and spilling its contents everywhere. "A pity, I did prepare it myself."

"Precisely."

"Nayia this would progress faster and easier if you would simply cooperate." Nayia smirked.

"I'm sure it would. What do you need me for anyway? You got the Star Crystal, why am I here?" Mifune smiled at her and poured some sake into a small cup.

"I think you the answer to that."

Nayia narrowed her eyes at him and moved farther away from him. "That ship set sail and sank a long…long time ago. I used to see some good in you, but now all I see is a Fire Nation hired gun."

"A hired gun with little choice." He took a long sip of the drink. Nayia's look softened.

"Mifune, please tell me you aren't by choice."

"As I said before Nayia, I serve no one." He handed the cup to her but she set it aside.

"Then why stay here?" she asked with yet a growing tenderness.

"I am bound by a leash which at the moment cannot be broken." She hugged her legs to her chest and swallowed.

"Do you believe?" Mifune arched a brow. "Do you believe Hotaru is a goddess?" He rose to his feet, his face expressionless.

"I believe in nothing." Nayia's face once again grew hard and she swiftly turned away.

"That I can see, go away!"

"Since you are in no mood to eat, very well. When the others return you shall either submit your assistance to their crusade or you will be made to." Nayia closed her eyes in defiance. "If you choose the latter path it will lead to imminent demise." She shook her head.

"They'll come for me."

"I know who you speak of. And they will die."

Over the frozen landscape that led to the frozen north, a trio of large helicopters flew effortlessly. The crew wisely chose a calm sunny day for their voyage for if the weather was the least bit different they would have instead faced gale force ice storms. Within the lead chopper the aged face of Simon looked out the window he sat beside. He reached up and scratched the area on his neck near his flame tattoo. He reached for a radio and upon pressing the button the side looked to the cockpit.

"Pilot, what's our ETA?"

"If the weather remains constant, probably ten minutes." Satisfied, he put the radio down and returned his attention to the outside. He held up his hand and within his palm he forced a small flame to come to life. He grinned at the all too easy feat; he would ensure that firebending didn't die with him. His view of the snowy land became interrupted by the sound of metal upon metal. He turned his eyes off to the side and saw the young woman who had fed upon their hapless victims not long before. She twiddled a large coin between her fingers back and forth at quite an amazing speed. Simon was quick to notice that she was also glancing out the window more often than someone normally should.

"You surprise me Mockingbird; I thought you would have shed your fear of everything along with your soul." She stabbed a dark glare at him.

"I don't like heights!" she hissed. Another sitting across from them let out a series of derisive sniggers. He caught her attention easily and peered at her from under the brim of a western style hat. "And just what are you laughing at, hick."

"Now now missy, name call'n just ain't polite." Mockingbird rolled her eyes and while continuing to play with the coin turned to Simon.

"What are we doing here? You said they found the fish in the south, why are we quiet literally heading toward the 'polar opposite'?"

"Are you familiar with the name 'Pakku'?"

Again she merely rolled her eyes. "Of course I am, Master Pakku was documented as perhaps the greatest waterbender of his day. What of him?"

"Yeah, what's some dead Asian tinhorn worth to us?"

"Watch your mouth Tommy," snarled Mockingbird. Tommy snickered and leaned his head back, covering his eyes with the brim of his hat.

Simon continued while keeping his stare to the outside. "What remained undocumented was that he had been made the caretaker of a secret archives hidden beneath the city of the Northern Water Tribe. We seek something within the archives, which can only be unlocked with the golden koi."

"Then why was the koi discovered in the south?" asked an increasingly impatient Mockingbird.

"Pakku was by no means a fool, he must have decided the best way to hide his secret was to separate the lock from the key. The only thing we need worry about now is how much ice has covered the old city." The young vampiress hissed once more and settled back in her chair.

"Is our so called 'goddess' really worth this much trouble?" Simon was out of his seat and upon her the moment the final word had left her mouth. Their third member moved back away from them as well. Simon bore down upon Mockingbird with two dangerous fires alight in his eyes.

"Hotaru….is a goddess, our goddess. And we shall traverse the earth a hundred times over if need be, but we shall be united with her in body and soul." He took the coin from her and closed his fist around it. "You forget…" Upon opening his hand the coin, which was now a hot metal ball, fell to the floor with clang. "…Just how far her hand can reach." A beeping drew his attention away from Mockingbird. He drifted back over to his window and again took up the radio. "Pilot?"

"Coordinates reached." Simon slowly lowered the radio and stared out at the enormous glaciers. His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.

"We're here."

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Soon after they touched down, the three led the whole of their team through the large icy canyons. They trekked completely covered from head to toe and using ski poles and ice picks to keep their balance. Their numbers totaled in fourteen and the long line stretched from Simon in the front to their last man picking up the rear. The narrow corridor didn't allow much free movement and also doubled as a merciless wind tunnel. Even slightest gust of wind above the canyon felt as though it were moving ten times that speed.

Finally Simon came to a stop and signaled the rest of the group to do so by holding up a closed fist. Mockingbird trudged up beside him and removed her goggles.

"What is it?"

"The archives should be directly below us." She glanced around at the barren surroundings and cleared her throat skeptically.

"Really, and sure of that how?" He handed her a compass and she saw the needle was caught in a free spin which seemed to have no intention of stopping. "Well then, I guess we're here."

"Yes indeed. Erect the first drilling platform here and the others sequentially as they become needed." Orders were soon issued to those chosen for the grunt work and the drilling was soon to commence.

REJOIING KATARA……………….

Katara uttered a prolonged low groan and moved her head about. She tried to move her arms but found it was difficult. Was it because she no longer had a body? Was she dead?

'I must be.' She thought. 'There's no way I could go through something like that and live.' She managed to summon the strength needed to open her eyes. Just as she expected her blurred vision showed only a semi bright light. However when her vision cleared she began to see the light was coming from lamps hanging from the walls around her.

Looking about, Katara noticed several things that seemed odd and ethereal. The lamps that lit the room didn't seem to have any fire coming from them. The walls were so smooth and neatly decorated they rivaled the finest bedchambers of either the Fire Nation or the Earth Kingdom. Upon looking down she noticed the bed she lay on. Whatever it was made of it conformed to her figure exactly, making her want to go back sleep. Katara wondered why there were so many layers of blankets around her, nor did she understand the purpose of the several rocks scattered about her person.

'I hope Aang, Sokka, and Toph are okay? They're probably well into the invasion right now. If only I hadn't been so careless.'

Katara wanted to get up, but she felt so weak. It took a great deal of effort just to move the great layer of blankets off of her, not to mention pulling herself up to a sitting position. Upon doing so she felt extremely nauseous but resisted the urge to fall back down. Katara's eyes wandered to the nightstand where she saw a bowl filled with lukewarm water, a glass beside it was empty. She dipped her hands within upon pulling them lifted a glowing aura with them. She brought her glowing hands to her chest and at once began to feel better. It was as though someone had already performed this procedure prior to now. Katara stood up and slowly walked up to the window. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down from the fifth floor at what was known as 'The City of Lights'. Her eyes bulged at the sight of thousands of buildings and each tiny window being lit from the inside. But what caught her attention the most was of course the Eiffel Tower.

'This must surely be the afterlife'. Her mind was racing. Nowhere on the Earth that she knew could there exist a place like this. However there were certain things about it that just didn't fit the description of Heaven. She quickly moved back toward the bed and without warning Lee entered the room. They both gasped at the sight of each other. Lee slowly brought up his hands.

"Do not be afraid, I will not harm you." Katara's tongue was very old and she had no idea what English was, thus the only that came from his mouth was gibberish. Her eyes darted between him and bowl of water beside her. "Its okay, you are safe now." He began to edge closer but that proved to be a mistake. Katara dunked her hand in the water and upon raising it back up concentrated the water to sharp points on her fingertips. She threw her hand forward launching the five projectiles but Lee was quick to stop them in mid light. With another simple thought he splintered them in a million pieces. Katara waved her arm, forcing each tiny piece to become fluidic again. She wound the water around his wrist, froze it again, and then forced Lee's fist into his own jaw. While he saw stars Katara waved her arms once more and the icy fetter around his arm threw him against the wall. He began to pick himself up but his strength gave out and fell back to floor with a grunt. Katara didn't give him a second thought and began making her way out. She jogged out through the door Lee had left open. The halls of the hotel were designed much like the individual rooms. Katara's frightened mind controlled her legs and thus they took her where they pleased.

Without realizing it Katara ran right into an open elevator. Before she could leave the seemingly dead end the doors closed and she found herself stuck. Her heart began to race, she felt trapped and isolated. As the elevator descended she felt as though she were slowly falling, to where she had no idea. A soft ping sounded and the doors parted. To her astonishment she saw that the hall had disappeared and had been replaced by the main lobby. Tentatively she stepped out of the elevator, examining it carefully as she went. Katara gave up on deciphering the elevator and proceeded onward. In the middle of the lobby a beautiful fountain gushed a never ending flow of water. As she made her way through the lobby many curious eyes turned to look at her. One such pair of eyes belonged to a security guard. He met her at a set of revolving doors.

"Êtes-vous perdus, manquez?" (Are you lost, miss?). Katara however took his extending had as a warning and pushed past him. She cocked her head strangely at the revolving doors. Her actions against the guard had unfortunately drawn unwanted attention by a few other security offers in the room.

Thinking quickly, Katara summoned the water from the fountain and blew the revolving door before her off its axle. It rolled along the street outside, causing several incoming cars to come to a screeching halt. Without regard for traffic Katara jogged outside into the middle of the road. No sooner had she done so than she became drenched in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Like a deer frozen in time Katara watched open mouthed as it came closer and closer, honking its loud horn. Suddenly Katara felt herself being pushed aside by an invisible force, the truck narrowly missing her. Moaning, she got to her feet and saw lowering his hand. Her eyes widened at the sight of him.

"Wait-" She did no such thing. In a flash Katara threw up a wall of ice and ran on. Lee raised an eyebrow at her behavior.

"Lee!" Shandrey came running up to his side. She looked about at the aftermath and threw her hands up. "What happened?!"

"She woke."

"And she did this?" asked Shandrey incredulously. She studied the ice wall for up and down. She placed her hand on its surface. "She's…..a waterbender?"

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Katara came to an unsteady halt at the beginning of a small bridge. She seemed to be so used to the cold that she barely took notice that her breath was leaving her in the form of a cloud. She rested herself on her knees and took in quick breaths. One of Katara's hands gripped her forehead; a feeling of dizziness began to wash over her.

"Ahem." Katara whirled around and found Shandrey standing on the other side of the bridge. Becoming battle ready, Katara summoned a large amount of water from both side of the bridge and prepared for an attack. "Wait…" Shandrey kept her voice soft and calm. While keeping one hand where Katara could plainly see it, Shandrey used the other to summon a bowling ball sized sphere of water. Katara's expression softened and she stared at Shandrey curiously.

"That's right," said Shandrey. "I'm just like you." She unhurriedly extended her open palm outward and sent the watery orb on a slow journey toward Katara. The water tribe girl gradually let down her defenses and took the sphere into her control. Katara examined Shandrey up and down; she frowned when something dawned on her. Shandrey looked so familiar, but she was having trouble placing her face. She met many people on her travels, but none of them really stuck out in her mind. This one however nagged at her to remember. She looked like someone, someone she had just recently met. Katara's eyes began to droop.

"Y-Yue?" Shandrey's mouth parted.

"What did you call me?" Katara didn't answer. She began to loose her balance. Shandrey decided she would sort out this mystery later. "Listen, you have to come back with me. You can't be running out like this or you'll-" Katara's eyes rolled up and she fell to the ground. "-Pass out…" It was amazing that Katara was able to move about as she had. But all that activity was going to make her recovery all the more difficult, possibly even life threatening. Shandrey sprinted down to Katara's side and gathered her up.

THE NORTH POLE………………..

Simon summoned Mockingbird away from the work crews amidst their loud machinery. She fought her way against the high winds up to his side.

"What?"

"What's taking so long?" demanded Simon.

"The ice is very dense and seems to have been frozen solid for the past dozen centuries." Mockingbird's words tinged with sarcasm. Simon regarded her emotionlessly. "Imagine that, right." He turned back to the endless fields of snow and ice.

"Time is of the essence."

"What is it you expect to find?" He turned to her but his answer was cut off by the approach of one of the workmen.

"We hit something." Simon and Mockingbird walked back to the large hole and gazed down into its depts. As the drilling crew progressed they had put into place a light to illuminate the way down. "There seems to be some kind of dome structure."

"Well done," congratulated Simon. "Remain here…" He looked to Mockingbird and Tommy. "We will continue." The distance leading down to the dome was far to long for spelunking thus a small elevator system was rigged to the edge. Simon and Mockingbird stepped on and proceeded down. Tommy watched their decent while chewing on a toothpick.

"Excuse me sir." He swiveled in place at the drilling supervisor's call.

"You got somth'n…to say?"

The man folded his arms. "My crew and I pushed back a job in Tokyo for this. We were told we would be compensated upon completion. I think we deserve a little something for this monumental trouble." Tommy turned back to the hole and nodded.

"You know something partner, you absolutely right." With lightening speed he whirled back around drawing two six shooters in the process. One by one they fell as the Fire Nation desperado let loose a horde of gun fire. He chuckled before blowing a rising column of smoke from one of his barrels. "Dead men, the cheapest labor." He holstered his weapons. Soon the elevator was sent back up and he too began the journey down below. Once he reached the bottom Simon and Mockingbird had already donned heavier winter wear. Simon glanced at him and went back to pulling on his gloves.

"I trust there are no longer any witnesses."

"None that I can figure, less one of em' all immortal like. Course that sort of thang wouldn't be too crazy around here would it?" He and the vampiress exchanged derisive looks. They each took up a heavy duty flash light.

"This way," directed Simon. Kneeling down he raised his ice pick above his head then with a powerful swing brought the sharp point down upon the dome. Another three swings was what was needed to break a large enough hole in the dome for them to squeeze through. One at a time they roped their way to the floor, which was some fifty feet from the dome's highest point. Mockingbird dispensed with the slow climb and simply jumped down. Once they were all rejoined again they pointed their powerful lights in various directions. Towers of ancient books and scrolls were illuminated. Both of Simon's associates, even they found their mouths parting in awe.

"I welcome you…to the Annals of Koi." They separated, dispersing amongst the shelves and archives at will. Mockingbird gazed around manuscripts that would forever outdo her in age. Tommy concerned himself with most things that shined of silver and gold. He brushed away several scrolls, all of which turned to dust, in favor of the ornate podium they had sat on. Picking it up, he brought it over to Mockingbird.

"What d'ya think sugar, you figure people will pay a hefty price for this?"

"Oh Tommy," she brushed his chin with her index finger. "People would pay outrageous amounts just to have your tongue removed." She stalked away leaving Tommy with a frown. He regained his hold on the prize and scoffed.

"Well, just ain't no figuring a female."

"Here!" Simon's voice echoed throughout the hall. The two converged on his position, which was before a mural carved into the wall itself. It depicted a great invasion of the Fire Nation; an invasion which was somehow thwarted by a young monk. Simon stared up at the mural with narrowing eyes. "The Avatar, such an impudent pest. People would shout it from the rooftops; the Avatar is the savior who would deliver them from the tyranny of the Fire Nation. Savior……deliverer hmph! How dare the impertinence."

"Did we come all this way just so you could whine to a wall carving?" asked Mockingbird impatiently.

"Fool, we came all this way to complete the carving." Tommy removed his hat and scratched his head in bewilderment. Simon promptly drew the small gold fish. He held it aloft, matching it with an empty space within the carving. "There were two Koi fish, one light and one dark. The waterbender's power was sealed when the fish were parted." He set the fish in place on the wall; it now formed a circle with the other carved fish. "When they were reunited…" The two behind him looked about uneasily, for a low rumbling rose up from the slumbering archives. In the distance a few shelves collapsed within themselves. Simon stepped back and that turned out to be a wise decision. The floor where his feet had been parted and a stone pillar rose up. Upon it was, in pristine condition, a frosted glass case. Tommy rubbed his hands together.

"Secret door equals secret something valuable." Simon held a small smile. However it faded when he opened the case and found that it was empty. The space where a certain manuscript would have sat was left bare. He quickly closed the case before either of them could notice its lack of contents.

"Well?" demanded Mockingbird. "What have you found?"

"Nothing." She and Tommy exchanged looks.

"W-What was that? Ya just said?"

Simon turned to them and shrugged. "There is nothing here, it's gone." Mockingbird stepped closer to him; she held a dangerous as well as hungry look in her eye.

"You mean to tell me; that we just flew for eighteen hours, walked for thirty miles in the freezing cold, and then carved our way through hundreds of feet of ice for…..NOTHING!" The spacious interior of the archives carried her voice for seconds on end. Simon calmly walked past her, pulling his gloves back on.

"It would appear so." She was quick to loose her temper. She jumped forward and threw Simon into the mural. She then leapt up to pin him to the wall. She held her face not an inch from his and softly hissed.

"Tell me why I should not feast upon you now, for this unmitigated waste of time." Simon stared back at her with the least amount of fear possible.

"Because my dear, you would die before you could take a single bite." A single shot and Mockingbird fell back down to the floor. Still chuckling as always Tommy holstered one of his guns and joined Simon as he knelt down beside her. A steady stream of smoke rose from her wound and she writhed in pain. "Now Mockingbird you should be more wary of the form you take. Especially since you never know just who might have silver to spare." With great effort Mockingbird, being a xenomorph, changed her form to that of a normal human female. Still in pain but no longer in danger of silver, she slowly stood up. "I expect that to be the last attempt at betrayal from you my dear. Now, there are other matters to consider." With a horrible glare she pulled the bullet out and returned to her vampiric form to allow the wound to rapidly heal. "As I said Pakku was no fool. Obviously he gave the manuscript to another; someone he hoped would ensure its survival as well as the Water Tribe's legacy."

"Surely whoever that was would be long dead by now," said Mockingbird.

"Surely, or perhaps they found a way to survive the centuries. In any case our first priority must now be to seek the latest of the Water Tribe."

"And who might that be?" asked Tommy.

"Well let's see, just who is the last waterbender in the world?"

REJOINING SHANDREY…………………..

Once again Shandrey had Katara resting in bed, but they were forced to choose a different lodging as their former humbly requested they leave and never come back. Shandrey sat off the side of the bed beside Katara; she stared down at the water tribe girl curiously. Lee walked back in carrying a few bags of food. After setting them aside he stepped up behind his wife.

"How is she?" She briefly glanced over her shoulder.

"Better, hopefully when she wakes up she'll be more inclined to talk. There's something strange about her."

"Besides the obvious."

"She called me…'Yue'." Lee arched a brow.

"You're past life?" Shandrey nodded. "How could she have known?"

"I don't know, but she's also a waterbender. I guess I'm just getting this crazy idea-" Before Shandrey could finish her thought Katara stirred awake. Soon her eyes were open and she grew tense at the sight of them. She especially stressed at seeing Lee in the foreground. "Its okay, he's fine." Unfortunately it was only Shandrey's hand movements that signaled her to calm. Shandrey gestured to herself. "My name is Shandrey." Still Katara looked confused. She spoke but it was in words completely foreign to the modern waterbender.

"What is she saying?" asked Lee.

"I'm not sure, the dialect is extremely old. Possibly even the ancestral origin of Mandarin." Katara continued to speak but the words continued to fall on deaf ears. Shandrey thought for a moment then arrived at a solution. "I have an idea." Lee and Katara watched her disappear from the bedroom for a moment. She then came back in carrying a cup and a vial of purple powder. To the glass Shandrey added some water and stirred in a few sprinkles of the powder. Just before the brim of the glass touched her lips Shandrey closed her eyes. "Oh I hate this stuff." They both watched as Shandrey took a quick sip and began heaving. She even lost her balance and Lee was quick to her side to catch her. Feeling lightheaded, Shandrey sat back down on the bed. "Thanks Lee, here…" she handed the cup to Katara. "Drink up." Katara took one look at the cup and remembered Shandrey's reaction. She shook her head with a look that said 'are you kidding?'

"Come on just drink it, please." Insisted Shandrey. Cautiously Katara took the cup. She took a swig and instantly spat the contents. Shandrey lowered her head and snatched the cup back. "Great, now I have to drink it again." She did so, once again nearly passing out from the horrible taste. Once she could actually hold the cup again she held it out. "Please, and don't spit it out this time." Katara sat up and with a slight glare took the cup. She forced herself to keep the putrid liquid down, loosing her grip on the cup. She coughed and hacked numerous times, it seemed like she might cough up a lung.

"Are you okay? Can you understand me?"

Katara shook her head of the dizziness. "Y-Yes, whatever that stuff is I'm never drinking it again." Shandrey smiled, finally they could communicate. Katara darted her eyes between Shandrey and Lee. "Who are you people?"

"We were going to ask you first. You were in the river, we pulled you out?" Katara looked away, trying to piece together her memories. "Why did you call me Yue?" Katara looked at her strangely.

"It's your name isn't it?"

"No…have you and I met?" Katara was finding this conversation more and more frustrating.

"I met you yesterday. You sister Aleu introduced me to you; she had to be the most adorable thing I've ever seen by the way." Shandrey shifted uneasily.

"I don't have a sister, at least…not anymore; and she was anything but adorable." By this point Katara was beyond confused. "What's your name?" asked Shandrey.

"I'm Katara, and if you're not Yue then who are you?"

"My name is Shandrey, I'm Yue reincarnated." It was now time for Shandrey to put her theory to the test. "Katara, what day is it?" The Water Tribe girl chuckled uneasily.

"Its seven days before the 'Day of Black Sun'." It was confirmed, Shandrey's mouth parted. "What is it?"

"Katara, there's no real easy way to say this…so I'll just say it. The Day of Black Sun was over twelve hundred years ago." Katara began shaking her head. "I think you've traveled forward in time, the year is January 14th…..2020."

Whoa! I'm sure she didn't see that one coming. Again this is a continuation of another story (well a few stories actually) so if there's any confusion jsut ask and I'll answer. Laters!