Author's Note: Hey, guys! I just want to give a quick shout-out to my friend Ninetails 44. That is all. Enjoy the chapter! – Fira
Nineteen
It had been five days since their defeat on Kyoshi Island, and Zuko was in an even worse mood than normal. They'd been tracking the Avatar since his escape, but had not been able to catch up to him completely. Maya had been doing everything she could to cheer him up, but, as usual, he'd refused to listen to anything she'd said.
Now, on the morning of the fifth day, Maya, Uncle, and Zuko were all, for once, eating breakfast together. It was extremely awkward. Maya remained silent, as did the other two. She was afraid to even look at Zuko, let alone talk to him. He had finally stopped stomping around next to her room, which she supposed was a good thing. Or maybe he was just plotting his next evil plan to irritate her. Either way, she didn't want to piss him off.
They were nearing another Earth Kingdom village, which, by the looks of it, had already been overtaken by the Fire Nation. She had spotted a few Fire Navy ships close by. They were running out of supplies again, so they planned to stop for the night once they actually got there.
A few hours later, Maya, Uncle, and Zuko were up on deck. They were going to land at the dock of the town any minute now. Zuko was looking through his telescope like usual. That was when he spotted the Avatar's flying bison. Maya wasn't actually sure if that was what it was called, but that's what Zuko had started referring to it as. She was perfectly willing to continue calling it "giant fluff-monster", but she wasn't going to tell Zuko that.
The Avatar and his friends made no sign that they had spotted the ship, perhaps because they could not pick it out from among all the other Fire Navy ships. They landed near the village.
"Perfect," Zuko said. "We can ambush them."
"That might not be a good idea," Uncle replied, sipping his tea. "Don't you remember what happened on Kyoshi Island? The Avatar nearly gave you a concussion."
"Yes, I remember," Zuko hissed slowly through his teeth. "I don't need you to constantly remind me, Uncle."
Maya sighed. "But he might have a point, Zuko. What if next time, it's more than a concussion?"
"What would you care?" he snapped.
"Hey! I'm the one who had to convince you to go see a doctor, remember? Don't tell me I wouldn't care if you got hurt!"
"Whatever," he said, turning on his heel to look back at sea.
Maya looked at Uncle, who smiled at her. She sighed. She still thought Uncle was crazy if he thought Zuko was her friend.
P.S. – I may or may not start posting more than one chapter again. It depends on my work load and how much time I spend writing. Thanks for all your support! – Fira