Author's Note: I am taking some suggestions for Zuko's son's name and tell me if they should have another daughter or son. They will be coming in the next chapter or so, so I would like some ideas if you can. Please PM me or leave the suggestion in the review. This one is very emotional until the end then we finally get a little action.

Chapter Nine: I Wonder

Kaya's Point of View

I let go yet another breath of disappointment as yet another moment passed. I looked carefully, surveying the sky for the dot that would be Appa, or even his glider. I watched for my father.

My father... Avatar Aang.

I had been waiting there for twelve hours, hoping to see my father. Uncle Sokka had come and given me a blanket, and Aunt Suki had taken enough time to give me some food. I had thanked her for coming down to give it to me, for I knew how busy she was with the twins, my cousins, Mue and her older brother, Yoon.

I had let my mind drift as I sat. I had let it flutter from the night the twins were born to the fact I was a better dancer than anyone in my village. But it kept flying back to the subject I had always wondered about... my parents, and even more intruiging... my mother.

They all knew her, about her. Most of them had been with her, but they would not talk about her, especially not to me. And I didn't know why.

I tried to attack at the moments they least suspected it, and sometimes it worked. But the most I had ever gotten out of them was that I looked like her, she had been a waterbender, and she had died when I was a baby, an infant, not even a day old.

Them, I thought bitterly. My family, at least the ones that were around. Uncle Sokka, sometimes I thought of him as my father, he was certainly there more than mine was. Aunt Suki, she had been my replacement mother for as long as I could remember, even before that. Aunt Toph, who wasn't really my aunt, but my godmother. She had been there my whole life, even if she wasn't here all the time. Firelord Zuko, though he told me not to call him that, I still did. And my father, Aang, Avatar Aang. I knew I shouldn't blame him for not being here. I knew he was busy, but was he so busy that he couldn't even write a letter to me. Me, his only daughter, his child, his only blood relative, and he didn't have time for me.

I let out a breath, trying to calm myself. My father had once told me at dinner to make sure I control my anger in case I turned out to be a firebender, though unlikely, I should still be careful. Unle Sokka had responded, 'Yah I don't want you burning down my house because you got the wrong element.'

I smiled at the memory, knowing they were hoping I would be a waterbender. Like her, like my mother. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be like her. I didn't even know her. I wonder if I was like her, what she was like, if she would be proud of me? If she would teach me waterbending if I turned out to be one too? I wonder if I would travel the world with her and my father? I wonder if I would actually have a father, and not just one who visits and then disappears as quickly as smoke? I wonder, sometimes, if he blames me? If it was I who had killed my mother?

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. When they told me I looked like her, I tried to get an image of her by looking at myself. I studied each feature. My hair, did I have her hair? I don't know, dad doesn't have hair. Do I have her face? I thought I had my father's shape, but I didn't know about my cheeks, or nose, or chin. My eyes. I knew I didn't have her eyes. I had my dad's eyes, and he seems sorry about that.

I had a scar, well more like a birthmark on my body. Arrows, like my father's, traced on my skin too. More faint and easier to hide, but still there, pale and permanent.

I had searched for a portrait of my mother, something that could tell me that she had exsisted. Sometimes it seemed as if she had been a fog, there to grace you with it's protection and beauty, but the next day, gone forever without a trace. It seemed that she hadn't left me a glimmer of herself anywhere. No letter, no nothing, just something that I would wonder about. Just a story, a myth, something that had never walked the earth.

I got up after one last sweeping gaze of the sky and turned around. I saw a shadow before me, and followed it to the one making the darkness on the glimmering snow.

A man with a scar running across his cheek glared down at me. His hands, his left one missing a finger, curled into fists, and his gaze hardened. He was wearing armor, made from steel and bone. A long sword was strapped to his back and finely carved hunting knives were hanging by his thighs. His eyes were a dark gray, colder than ice. His face twisted into something I might have thought was a smile if it had not been for the man wearing the expression.

I backed away on instinct as he advanced on me, the bone gleaming in the south pole sun.

"Hello little girl." He sneered.

"I am not little." I growled back. "I am daughter of Avatar Aang and Master Katara." Instantly I knew I had said the wrong thing. His face grew even more savagley happy.

"Ah good, you are the Avatar's little brat. I am here to take you on a trip to the earth kingdom." He said, mocking me with a gentle voice.

"I would rather not. Maybe I can talk to my father and we can reschedule." I said, my cockiness outgrowing my fear, and probably my sense.

"Well too bad, because daddy's not here to see you now, is he? We need to go to the mines, I am sure the Avatar's little one will make a good ransom, don't you?"

"No I don't. He doesn't care about me." I said, my face emotionless.

That was when he lunged.

I ran. My ten year old legs moved as fast as I could make them go. I ran for Uncle Sokka, and Aunt Suki. I ran for my village, but he ran to. He ran after me.

Author's Note: So there is a little action right now. This man is here to kidnap the Avatar's daughter as you can see, and Aang doesn't seem to be appearing. Let's see if little Kaya can worm herself out of this one, just like parents.