A/N: Hello all! Welcome to my first FanFiction story… Hope you like it! Don't forget to rate and review if you do. Fair warning, this story will dive into a more mature side of Avatar. We will pick up right after Azula shoots Aang with her lightning, with Katara POV starting us out.

CHAPTER ONE: KATARA

'It all happened so fast. One second I'm fighting Di Li agents underneath Ba Sing Se, and I'm bending as much water as I can to keep them at bay. Aang is there, Zuko is there, and so is Azula. I'm so mad at Zuko, we were trapped here together and he finally showed me a different side of himself. It made me think he had changed, that maybe there was good in him. I, against my hesitation, even offered to use the vial of water from the oasis in the North Pole to try to heal his scar.

I almost did it too. If I would've, who knows what would've happened. Zuko did as he always does, he chose evil. He chose to fight by Azula's side, which led to Aang trying to stop the fighting by entering the Avatar State and the next second, getting shot in the back by Azula's lightning. So much blue… So much pain. It happened in the blink of an eye, and all I saw was Aang falling toward the ground. I was so scared. We managed to escape underground thanks to the help of Iroh, Zuko's uncle.

With Sokka, Toph, Appa and Momo, I rested Aang on his back. I pulled out the vial of water that Master Paku said had special properties, and I bent it onto Aang's back. The water glowed for a moment, then flowed into Aang's tattoos and spread that glow throughout his body. He managed to open his eyes for a second, smiled slightly and then closed his eyes again.' I blink and I notice wet spots dotting my journal.

I put my pen down, and yell in frustration, "But that was months ago! What if… What if I did something wrong? He's not waking up!"

I slam my fists on the desk in my room, the desk that is plastered in red and black. I look around at the Fire Nation logos in the room, and it only fuels my rage. I reach across my desk, grab a fistful of the cloth that bears the Fire Nation insignia, and as I almost pull the stupid emblem down, I hear a creaking sound coming from the door of my room. I know it's my dad, he tends to check on me a lot these days.

"Katara? Are you okay?" he says, "I know it's been a rough couple of months for you."

I turn around and I look my dad in the eyes. I'm sure I look like a mess, Toph tries to lightheartedly tease me about my current state. But still, my hair is in disarray, tears are streaming down my face, and my fists are clenched in anger. I would look at me like a heartbroken teenager, and maybe I am.

"Dad…" I say, as my voice cracks, "I'm doing everything I can, and I know that, but why won't he wake up? He has to wake up! The world needs him, we can't win this war without him… I need him…"

My dad, the great Chief Hakkoda, pulls me into his arms. I hug him back, and I grip the back of his water tribe warrior clothes as tightly as I can. I lost my mom when I was young to the Fire Nation, and then my dad went off to help in the war, leaving Sokka and I in Wolf Cove with Gran Gran. I love Gran Gran, and I loved my childhood too, don't get me wrong. But I can't lose anybody else to this war… Not again. Especially not Aang.

"He'll be alright Katara," My dad whispers, "He'll wake up when he's ready. We will be here when he does."