As I opened my eyes, and the unfamiliar things came into view, I sat up slowly. It hurt, and my head throbbed as though someone had hit me with a rock. I grabbed my glider, which lay beside me, and stood.

I gasped quietly at how much it hurt, and limped outside of the small tent. Some of the older men and woman stared at me, some in wonder, some in sympathy. "Where is my brother?" I whispered. My throat felt like I hadn't drank in over a hundred years.

"That bald kid? He left with Sokka and Katara. They didn't say where they were going..." said a small boy. I shut my eyes tight and held back the tears that were coming. It wasn't because Aang was gone for the moment, it was because my entire body felt broken. How bad had that storm been?

"The Fire Nation is here!" A woman shouted. People grabbed their families and moved back as far as they could, some pushing their children into the tents to protect them. An old woman pushed me behind them. I stumbled and fell to my knees.

A large ship crashed through the ice barrier of the village. An eerie silence followed as we waited for the inevitable. A door crashed to the ground, and Firebenders poured out, ready to fight potential threats. There weren't any; I wasn't a threat, how could I be when I was so weak?

A man walked up the the people of the Southern Water Tribe with arrogance so strong, you couldn't cut it with a knife.

"Where is the Avatar," he snapped loudly. The children hugged tight to their mothers, staring up at the Firebenders with fear.

"I am Prince Zuko, heir to the throne. Where is the Avatar!"

I stood, and lashing out with my glider, knocked him back a few feet. The people parted and let me walk through. I tried to refrain from limping, and worked a little, but he knew I was weak and in pain. A small smile crossed his face.

"You? You're a child, and the Avatar disappeared over a hundred years ago," he stated.

"I'll prove it," I said. And thinking to myself that I would most likely die here, in this village, I took a deep breath and swung my arm around and a gust of air followed. I swung it in the opposite direction, and repeated this movement. A twister appeared in front of me, and then I lashed out with both arms, pushing my body forward. It hit Prince Zuko and the other Firebenders, and disappeared.

I collapsed, breathing heavily. I pushed myself up with my staff, and glared up at Zuko. "If I go with you, will you promise to leave this village alone?"

He nodded. His guards pulled me from the ground, and bound my hands behind my back. I winced as they pushed me into the ship. I looked back at the village with a grimace. Aang would lose it, just like he had back at the temple, when he realised that I was missing.

"What is your name, Avatar?" said an old man. I looked up at him and frowned.

"Annchi. Why do you ask?"

He smiled and shook his head. "I would rather call you by your name is all, Avatar."

They pushed me forward, slightly faster than before. I wanted to ask them who that was, but I was afraid that they might strike me, or wouldn't tell me. I stumbled to a halt and leaned against the wall. I couldn't stay moving for long.

"Who was that man?" They didn't say anything. I slid to the floor.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. But I also promise to kick both of your butts with my hands behind my back if you don't tell me."

They looked at each other, and then at me. "That was General Iroh, Prince Zuko's uncle," said the slightly taller man. They pulled me up from the ground, and twenty more steps later, I found myself in a dimly lit room. When they cut my ropes, they shoved me in, and slammed the door as quick as they could.

I remained on the floor, trying to take deep breaths. I had to remain calm.

God I was hungry. I used the wall to push myself up from the ground, and stumbled over to the thin mattress that lay on the ground. I couldn't stop seeing Aang in my mind, looking around for me, thinking that I had died and the village had to bury me.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my body continued to ache in pain and hunger. The door suddenly opened, and in came the man named Iroh.

"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly. I was getting more tired by the second. He showed me a handful of fruit and a loaf of bread. I propped myself up against the wall, and took some of the bread. It would fill me faster.

"Don't hate my nephew, young Avatar. He only wants his honor back. He was banished from the Fire Nation for speaking out in a War Meeting," he said sadly.

"I don't hate him," I said, and then sighed. "I don't like him, but I don't hate him... Iroh?"

"Yes?"

"I have to leave here. I have a brother, he's the Avatar as well. Don't ask, I don't understand either. He'll lose it if he finds out that I've been taken."

Iroh nodded. " I understand."

He stood and left. I didn't hear the door lock this time.