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Zuko had to avoid her at all costs. If Katara saw what had happened to him, she would definitely freak out. His uncle asked him to get more tea leaves from the marketplace and he knew Katara would be looking for him there. His letter told her to meet him at the tiny fish stand near the outer edge of the bazaar; an hour ago. Hopefully she wouldn't be too mad at him for standing her up and would still answer his letters. Katara was his best friend, even though they only got to see each other once a year. Earlier that month Zuko had made the mistake of leaving his letter to her on the sofa in the family room. Azula had seen it and decided to stick her nose into his business; like she always did. She had terrorized him the rest of the month and was currently lurking around the island, trying to find his "mysterious friend". Luckily he hadn't mentioned anything about Katara's waterbending, otherwise Azula would have tattled for sure. Zuko snuck around a corner, keeping to the shadows when he felt a jerk on the back of his cloak. He quickly yanked the hood back down around the left side of his face, knowing it was Katara who had grabbed him. He could see her brown hands on her hips from underneath the hood and knew he was in for it.

"Where the heck have you been? I've been waiting at the fish stand for over an hour! And let me tell you, that fish does NOT smell pretty after sitting there all day in the sun. Why didn't you tell me you didn't want to hang out with me?" Katara's foot was tapping the cobblestones as she awaited the prince's answer. Zuko suddenly became very frustrated.
"You don't even know what you're talking about Katara! Just leave me alone!" Zuko was surprised at his outburst. He was usually quite calm; ever since the incident though, he was full of hatred and anger that was threatening to destroy him. Katara's eyes widened in shock as Zuko took off running through the market, down the beach, and out of sight. The prince barely made it to his secret hiding place within the wall of the cliff before he began to cry. His whole life had been ruined by his father. Zuko knew he would never be the same; how could he expect Katara to put up with the new him? Zuko angrily picked himself off of the cave floor and began to crawl through the tunnels. He wanted to go as far as the tunnels did; he had to find a place where no one would ever be able to find him. His uncle probably wouldn't even notice his absence. Zuko could become a hermit who lived in a cave for all he cared; not having to deal with anyone or anything. Nothing would ever be the same again. Azula would become Fire Lady and Zuko would waste away as a banished prince. Maybe he really should go look for the Avatar; at least he could come back home if he did. As Zuko shuffled through a large winding tunnel, he noticed a glowing green light up ahead. Small sobs were coming from the glowing cavern; Zuko climbed as fast as he could, impatient to find the source of these strange things. Suddenly, he was in the cave with glittering green gems covering the walls, a very colorful pool of water, and a very surprised Katara. Her eyes were filled with tears and his heart fell, knowing he was the cause for her sadness. "Zuko! How did you get in here?" She jumped to her feet, waiting for his answer. Her eyes suddenly widened and her mouth fell open in shock. Oh no, Zuko thought, I forgot to put my hood up! Katara walked over to where he stood and slowly brushed her fingers across the scar. "How did this happen?" she choked out through tears that were threatening to spill over yet again. The entire left side of his face had been severely burned. Katara knew of waterbenders that were able to heal cuts or burns, but she wasn't familiar with that level of bending yet. Zuko began to tell Katara everything, from when he was allowed into the war council to the day he was banished and basically stripped of his title as prince. Katara began to feel very weak. How could someone be so cruel? Her father had been angry with her thousands of times and would never even consider hurting her or Sokka. It suddenly dawned on her that Zuko had no where to go; he was a refugee just like her. "I probably won't be coming to this island anymore, Katara. I have to leave with my Uncle to look for, ugh!" Before he could finish, Katara pulled him into a giant hug. Zuko was so surprised that he just stood there while she hugged him. Finally she let go and said, "I will never forget you prince Zuko. You will always be my friend."