Over the last three years every now and then I've revived an email that states that Man in Black has been fav'ed. I got another one the other day and thought; I was 14 when I started writing that, and a little off 4 years later It's still getting read. I was kind of amazed and decided to read it over. What I read, was in all honestly, rubbish. So I thought I would come back, and rewrite it from the start, taking out all the bit that didn't make sense, the Mary Sue, everything that made me wince when reading. The first five chapters are planned. And anything beyond that, well, it was never the most complicated story line xD I whipped this new beginning up in about an hour and decided that if people want to see this finished I'd dedicate maybe an hour or so a day to getting it out with a decent quality (or as decent as I can write!). Anyway, if you enjoy what you read drop me a review. Constructive criticism is very much welcomed.

Chapter one: Memories

The moon shimmered down on the packets of drifting ice, reflecting a twilight glow across the ice flats for anyone that was lucky enough to witness. The centre of these flats held, atop it remarkable glow, a city made of ice and snow. Bended to creation after the second war was over, it stood as a memory to all those who had fallen, and all those who needed refuge. The city was little but an outpost hidden deep within the south years ago but now it held home to well over two thousand people of the water tribes. One of those people was known to all, held in high regard because of her efforts during the war. It was almost a humours sight then, to see her twisting and tuning in bed, a sweat across her brow as the young woman was gripped by what many of those who had been forced to live through the war suffered through, dreams of the past.

A small Katara and her brother sat on a small iced over plain of ice. They had been debating how to open it for a while now, finally resulting with Katara hitting it with her brothers club. It was a bright day, warm for being in the middle of the pole, and the two children were surprised that the large ice sphere hadn't melted yet. A crack formed on the surface of the ice. A crack became a dent, a dent became a small opening, and before the two siblings knew it, the boulder of ice split in half. Katara felt her brother tackle her to the ground as a blinding light attacked the open sky. The two looked up, to see a small boy standing in-between the two sides of ice. He swayed on his feet, before completely collapsing. Katara swung herself at him, opening her body to brace for his impact. His body was light, mal-nourished and for a moment she was worried he was no longer alive. An eye cracked open, and her worries were put to nothing as grey met blue.

Katara sat in a small tomb, holding onto a dying torch, the last rays of light fading before her face. Her and Aang had been separated from the rest of the group, and they had no way of getting back. Desperate, she suggested that they simply had to follow the legends lore. At first Aang looked at her like she was crazy, but with the last spec of light extinguished, the two of them turned towards each other.

She watched as Aang rose up into the air, his Avatar spirit reacting to the danger around them. He had cut himself off from the battle, and Katara was slightly worried that he may have been hurt. Seeing him like this, raising like an angel, his eyes white, strangely weary compared to his normal grey eyes, filled her with hope. They could win this.. Lightning sounded, Katara screamed, Aang fell. Azula laughed. Watching as the Avatar slowly fell to his death, a rage took over her, and she quickly summand up enough power to take out most of the fighters around, as well as sending Zuko reeling. She caught Aang in mid air, and unlike last time she had seen him knocked out, he wasn't moving at all, his chest had stopped breathing, and Katara couldn't stand the thought that maybe he was... gone. She dragged him onto Appa, her face wet with rain and tears. Was the person she was starting to love dying in her arms? Her face fell, as the Gang looked on in silence, not really knowing what to say. A hand shot up, to wipe away one of her tears, and she realised that it had an arrow along its back. Katara gasped, bringing Aang into a quick hug. She looked down to see him smiling at her, before he lent back again, seemingly going to sleep. His chest was moving up and down slowly, his facial expression fixed into a smile. She smiled.

Aang was walking a little in front of Katara, leading her somewhere. After five minutes of walking, the two come across a cliff edge. Aang sat down, moving his hands to signal she should do the same. They both looked out towards the horizon, both amazed by the view they had been given. The full moon lay to the west of the sky, lighting up the sea, while the dying sun slowly gave into defeat and fell over the top of their view point. Left in its wake was an orange sky. Both of their feet lay over the top of the edge as Katara started to shake. Aang quickly put his arms around her, not wanting her to catch a cold. The two realised how close they were, but for some reason neither wanted to move, it felt…right. A minute past, the moon a good staring point before Aang leaned towards Katara, whispering to her. She moved her head so it was easier for him. Her eyes opened in shock a she felt Aang kiss her on the cheek. Her head swung round to stare at him, his grey eyes meeting hers. Aang was still staring at her, waiting for her to say something. Katara opened her mouth, closed it again, then smiled. She leaned in, and kissed him gently on the lips.

She watched as Aang leapt across the room towards the fallen fire lord. His hands were laced with fire. It was over, the war was finally over. Aang walked the final steps and then lunged. She turned away. When there came no shout, no sound at all, she looked back to see Aang frozen centimetres away from his neck. The man learned towards Aang to said something too quite for anyone to hear, but Aang nodded. The fire died from Aang's hands as he placed them over the fire lords heart. A burst of air shocked the room as the fire lord, the tyrant who had led this war, fell to the floor dead. Aang dropped to the floor breathing heavy but as Katara made her way over, she caught sight of the last thing she would have ever thought to see. Zuko was in tears, and a look was over his face that Katara knew well, the look of a lost love. Her mind went back to watching her mother murdered and something told Katara what she had to do. Moving towards him, she took him in a grasp and expressed that everyone in this room would be there for him. His eyes looked up in hope and, as she went to move away, he grasped harder. He kissed her. As she broke away, turning towards Aang, she saw not him, but his flying bison taking flight. It's back slowly vanishing under the horizon.

Katara bolted upright in bed, her hands shaking. To her left sat her brother Sokka. He handed her a cup of tea, looking down at her, worry dancing in his eyes.

"Was it the same dream?" He asked, but he already knew the answer.

"yeah…" It was always the same dream. It had been the same dream for the last seven years. Why it still plagued her she did not know.

"Do you think he'll ever come back Sokka, do you think we'll ever see him again?" Again, she already knew the answer.

"I doubt it, he's been missing for so long sis, he would have come back by now".

"I know"

"Go back to sleep, it's still early"

He had been walking across these dammed ice plains for days now. Pulling his hood further over his head, the man wondered what in the world made him want to do this in the first place. Ever since leaving the earth capital a few months back, he had but one thing on his mind. The tournament. Every year, the south pole's water tribe held a tournament for benders and martial art followers alike. The man's travels had taken him across the four corners of the world, from the blistering heats of the fire country to the icy depths of the north pole. And he had learnt of everything that the environments could provide him. His Nomad blood refused to let him stay in one place for to long without growing irritated, and thus he had simply kept moving, kept learning, growing stronger with each passing month. His travels had started seven years ago, and today he was walking back to where it had all began.

In the distance he could see the edges of the city, high rise walls of sturdy ice defending the city's inside. The main gate was a good five minutes away, and he took comfort in strapping his mahogany staff to his back, no longer needing it to grove the snow infront of him. Creating a small ball of flame to hover around him for heat the man hugged his robes and hood closer to his body. Being noticed to early, or at all would be a mistake. The chill was biting, but the gate of the city, along with to guards, was less then meters away from him now. Called to a halt, he was asked his business. Flapping the tournament flyer to their faces, he was moved on quickly, and told to find an inn for the next few nights. He thanked them in a low voice. A smile graced his lips thinking of how he had outgrown his childhood a long time ago. Standing just under six foot he was clearly no longer a boy. Moving further into the city, he took a moment to just stand and listen to the sounds that he had missed so much over the years. The animals of the pole chanted their sounds and the gentle crescendo of vibrating ice washed over his body. It was beautiful. He was finally home. The question was, was home ready for him to be back.

And there we go. As I said. This is just a little side project because I was amazed that people were still fav'ing this. Thanks for reading as always. Alex.