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A/N I seem to get new fic ideas around the holidays. The bare bones of this fic has been bouncing around in my brain for a while, but I only really had a solid idea and a desire to write things down when on a cruise over last Christmas. This was a problem because I didn't have a laptop with me to type it out while on vacation and having a story you're itching to tell but no way to write it down is frustrating. But I've almost made it through Book 2, but I wanted to start posting now. This will be more of a character study than a flowing story, focusing more on moments where the characters remember their past lives, interact, and how that remembering will change the outcome of the story. If I have a really good idea, I might even skip back to an earlier moment to fill in a scene. Please enjoy.

First Remembrance

Later on, they would realize it was done by the Moon Spirit.

Later on, they would conclude that when her life was threatened the Great Moon Spirit Tui did what it took to survive.

As the foul Fire Human who dared commit the blasphemy of threatening the very moon held the sack containing her aloft, Tui's small fish eyes managed to find a gap in the cloth, and through it catch sight of the young human girl she had once blessed with her power so that she might live.

And with that blessing, the two remained connected. So Tui used her powers to reach out and grasp that connection as tightly as she could.

Then, going against her name, going against fate, going against time itself, Tui for once did not push.

She pulled!

Princess Yue gasped as something yanked free inside her mind. Like a dam breaking free and flooding in her mind.

Memories!

Memories of an entirely different life, under an entirely different name, burst through her. A beautiful pier set atop lotus-filled waters that felt like home. A tower of gold that hid vipers who struck at any weakness that never felt truly safe. A husband she'd been devoted to her entire life, and while it had taken him a bit longer to return her feelings, he gave her his whole heart once he did. A family so bitterly entrenched in miscommunications, but one she loved all the same. Two little brothers who just couldn't stay out of trouble, but adored and protected her to their last breath and she too would die for them. Had died for one of them.

And a son! Her son!

She'd left him behind…

These were not the memories of the life of Princess Yue. These were the memories of Jiang Yanli. First daughter of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect and later Young Madam Jin of the Lanling Jin Sect.

But whether she was Yue or Yanli, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that those memories were hers!

She felt herself sway on her feet atop Appa. But before she could tumble off the sky bison, she was caught in a pair of arms from behind.

"Hey, are you- Are you okay?" the startled voice of the Fire Prince they'd captured said above her (he must have gotten free of his restraints while Aang was trying to reason with the Admiral).

She was a bit surprised he was sounding concerned for her instead of trying to escape or aid Admiral Zhao, but when she managed to look back up at him instead of the scarred face and shaved head, for a flash she saw someone different and she just… knew!

"A-Cheng?" she asked, startled.

It was Prince Zuko's turn to wince and sway but he didn't fall over. Instead, when he looked at her again the permanent scowl that had seemed to be etched onto his face had fallen away into a look of pure awe. "A-Jie?" he breathed like he couldn't believe it.

Yue didn't know what was going on, or why she was suddenly remembering these things, but she knew deep in her heart that this boy holding her was her brother and she loved him. That was a fact no matter what their nationalities and family lines might say otherwise.

"WHAT! ZUKO! GET AWAY FROM YUE!" came Sokka's angry shout, breaking through the wonder the two were feeling at suddenly being reunited, and the two looked down from atop Appa to see the entire standoff over the Moon Spirit had been completely derailed by everyone turning to stare at them.

As if being unable to stand not having everyone's attention on him in his moment of triumph, Admiral Zhao gave Prince Zuko (her A-Cheng!) a sneer and said, "Prince Zuko, if you are trying to gain some mercy by capturing the Water Tribe princess, you would have done better with a different hostage. After tonight, there won't be a Water Tribe anymore. That girl will soon be as useless to the Fire Nation as you are."

Having never tolerated anyone insulting her, Zuko shot a glare at the admiral and started to say, "I'll have you know, Zhao, I-" but he suddenly cut himself off as his eyes suddenly widened with recognition once again, but this time it was not in fondness.

Yue was then surprised to see the admiral wince like he was in pain before his own expression of recollection flashed on his face followed closely by fear.

Zuko slowly and gently propped Yue against the edge of Appa's saddle before standing up and looking at Admiral Zhao with an expression of incandescent rage!

"Prince Zuko?" General Iroh asked in concern, clearly having no idea why his nephew was suddenly acting this way.

But Zuko had eyes only for Admiral Zhao. "Wen Chao!" he said in a seething hiss.

Yue's eyes widened, then narrowed. Well, that certainly explained his sudden and blatant hatred for one of his countrymen (though from Zhao's previous words, they likely had never gotten along).

"Wait, what's going on?" asked Aang in confusion, to which Katara could only give him a helpless shrug.

The admiral, who had moments ago been so smug and assured in his victory, was suddenly trembling in his boots and holding the sack containing the Moon Spirit up like a shield. "Jiang Wan-, er, Prince Zuko," he blustered, "Wei Wuxian's not here to protect you, and don't forget, I have the-"

But before he could finish, Zuko reached out with a motion that had been instinctive to him when he was Jiang Wanyin, and to everyone's shock, despite the lack of Zidian adorning his finger, lightning once again sprang to his hand and cracked like a whip.

At the sight of this, Zhao promptly dropped the Moon Spirit and fled like his life depended on it, leaving the soldiers he'd brought with him too stunned to respond or stop Zuko from bolting after him. Unfortunately for them, they were unable to recover in time before General Iroh made quick work of them.

Yue, meanwhile, hurried down from Appa to the Moon Spirit, which was still flopping inside the sack, and gently placed it back into the pool. Breathing a sigh of relief, she watched the fish return to its counterpart and they began circling once again.

Aang, Katara, and Sokka, who had been just as stunned at this turn of events, came over to her in confusion.

"What just happened?" asked Aang.

"Are you okay?" Katara asked, looking Yue over in concern.

"Who's Wei Wuxian, and was I just seeing things, or has Zuko always been able to do that?" asked Sokka, looking alarmed.

"I assure you, young man, he has not. I am just as confused as you are, but I intend to find out," General Iroh said from where he was tying up Zhao's soldiers. He then gave them a respectful bow before hurrying out after Zhao and Zuko.

The trio shared another bewildered expression before Sokka reached out to Yue. "Okay, whatever, all that matters is you're safe, Yue," he said.

Yue smiled and reached back, "Thank you, Sokka, I-"

She was cut off as once again the sense of familiarity overwhelmed her, and another face briefly overlapped Sokka's. She then had to brace him as his knees seemed to go weak and the old memories that were surely flooding through him took their toll.

"Sokka!" Katara and Aang both shouted in concern.

However, Sokka only had eyes for Yue. "A-Li," he whispered in amazement.

Yue beamed back at him as happy tears began to fall down her face. "I missed you, A-Xuan," she said tenderly, before pulling him into a kiss.

Behind them Katara's jaw dropped, and Aang threw up his hands in exasperation. "Great! Now it's affecting Sokka! What is going on?"

A/N MXTX has taken over my brain. It started with Scum Villain, then went ham into MDZS, and I'm starting to dabble into TGCF. Of the three, MDZS has me the most hooked. I don't know why, but Wangxian has scratched the itch in my brain to become a definitive OTP for me. I was always tentative about ships before and in most cases prefer friendship, but something about those two makes me want to see them happy and in love. Anywho, with talk if the live-action Avatar show, I started to notice some characters from AtLA had similar personalities to MDZS characters, and 'character from one fandom is a reincarnation of character from another fandom' (is that technically isakai?) stories can be very fun if the characters make sense to be reincarnations. That got me thinking, how would the story of Avatar change with the MDZS cast's knowledge of war and its consequences? I just had to write it.

If it's not clear, remembering your past life is now contagious. Let me know who you guess is the reincarnation of who.

I'm posting another fic as well, so I'll probably one a week, and which one I update will alternate.

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