!WARNING! READ THE FIRST BOOK DEVASTATION IF YOU HAVEN'T BEFORE BEGINNING THIS! YOU WILL BE COMPLETELY LOST IF YOU DON'T!

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Chapter 1- Heavy

The air is heavy but the day seems so light, with butterflies frolicking through the air and pink buds popping up everywhere. It's not the gloomy, clouded day, someone would expect from a funeral. The only thing gloomy is the spirit in the air.

The young Fire Lord waltzes sluggishly through the open courtyard. Tears have streaked his cheeks –something that's rare- leaving them crusted over. He already misses her. Besides Mia, she was his best friend. Given Azula always had their attention, Ty Lee was like his little sister. She wasn't sinister or devious. She would never dream of ratting him out to his father. Ty Lee was the sister he –really- never had. She was more of a sister than his ever was.

Wetness that's hot against his lids burns the back of his eyes again. Ty Lee is gone from the world, leaving her light laughter echoing in the breeze and her bright smile lingering in the sun's vibrant rays.

Zuko glances around at the beautiful day. Surprisingly, a minuscule smile lights up his eyes. The day couldn't be more Ty Lee. Light, with just the right temperature between hot and cold. She always loved a day with a breeze that ran fingers down her body. Not to mention, pink is everywhere, staining the day. It was her favorite color. Zuko knows it isn't a coincidence. Ty Lee must have control over the day as a sweet tender mercy.

"Zuko," He turns at the sound of his name. In the doorway, Mia stands dressed in all black. Her hair isn't up; instead it falls down in sheets to her waist. Ty Lee always pestered her about letting her hair down for once in her life. Mia's eyes are puffy and framed with red. The hazel orbs follow his movements as he takes a small step towards her. "It's time." Her voice cracks during the whispered statement. Zuko can't remember the last time she has shown this much emotion. He nods, taking her in his arms for a moment. They walk, fused together at the shoulder, back into the palace.

That's where the air gets even thicker.

"It's hard to believe. Don't you think, Toph?" Suki asks before taking a slow sip of water. She glances over at the blush pink casket only paces away. It's a closed casket, but she still manages to see Ty Lee laying it. The warrior swallows hard and pushes back her tears.

Toph shakes her head, jaw locked and lips in a tight line. "Yep."

Katara looks away from across the room. She tightens her grip on Aang's hand. She can barely keep her eyes from flooding. "This is my entire fault." Only Aang hears the whisper, and when he does his gaze focuses on Katara. Her head is hung low, shoulders trembling.

"It's not your fault." He states after seconds of silence.

Katara turns to him, wide blue eyes sparkling with tears. "Yes it is. Because I was too stubborn to listen to my instincts I was captured. And in the mist of everyone trying to save me, she died." More tears line her lashes.

Aang gently strokes her face. "Hey, this was no one's fault but the Dia Li's. They killed her. It had nothing to do with you." His voice is low in her ear. It's like a blanket she can wrap around her body during a bad day. Something that's comforting and catches her tears.

She nods, biting her lip within trembling teeth. The casket catches her eye. Ty Lee's body lies within that bed of death. It seems to unrealistic, like a dream she needs to awaken from.

The pitter patter of footsteps swishing across the cold ground latches onto Katara's senses. Her head turns around for a better view of the late comer. "Looks like someone finally managed to find Zuko." Aang whispers, eyes fixed on the same member as Katara.

"I wonder where he was." She adopts the same tone as Aang.

Aang shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know, but I think it's a good thing he finally got some new air. He's been drowning in these funeral arrangements for the past week."

Katara clasps Aang's hand in her own again and leads him towards the Fire Lord. They slowly approach the short tempered man in any instance that he may explode. Stress and pain down go hand-in-hand with Zuko. "Hey, how're you doing?" Katara asks slowly, almost as if she's making a sacred vow.

Zuko turns his head around, finding the waterbender. "How good can I be?" He lets out a deep sigh, hoping all of the tension with float away. When that doesn't work, he resorts to pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "It's been a crazy couple of months, huh?" His attempt to lighten the mood with a halfhearted chuckle only dulls it down more.

Katara nods somberly. "Yeah, it's been pretty hectic." She answers, sounding nearly breathless. "Maybe we could wake up tomorrow and it will be just a dream. "

"I think everyone is hoping for that."

"Then maybe it will come true."

Zuko smiles for only a moment before turning to Aang. "I heard your memory's back."

Aang nods in response. "Yep, just as it was, but let's not talk about that here. Let's talk about you and Mia. Do you guys need anything? You've know Ty Lee the longest, this must be torture for you."

Katara's vision blurs over with a caged memory as the word torture is spoken.

The men obey their order and the crackling of the lightning booms in Katara's ears right before the pain blankets her. Her pleading cries of agony drown out even the lightning crackling in the cell. Azula laughs loudly above it all.

"Aang, how do you never think of yourself?" Zuko's question breaks Katara away from the horrible memories with a shiver.

Aang's wide smile grows. "I guess I just have some restraint." He teases the firebender with a playful grin.

Zuko rolls his eyes. "Wow, that's original." He deadpans. Quickly he glances behind him by Ty Lee's casket. "Well, I have to get this started." The Fire Lord gives each of his friends a curt nod before walking towards the stage.

Aang's smile has dropped by the time he turns to Katara. "Guess we should find our seats." He says whilst guiding Katara with a hand splayed out against the curve of her back. He waltzes up to Suki and Toph. He flashes Suki a quick smile and glances over at Toph, rendering it useless to send her one. "Zuko is going to start soon. "He informs before glancing around the room. "Where's Sokka?"

"Going to the bathroom." Suki answers with a glance over her shoulder and out the double doors.

Toph scoffs. "That's what he says, but really he's pacing the hallway. Let's just say some tears are being shed." A spark of spunk turns her lips up for a second before they drop back into the stony expression.

Katara's heart warms instantly. Sokka isn't an emotional man, only when it comes to those close to him does he let his barrier dissolve away. He and Ty Lee were never close. They were more acquaintances than anything. Ty Lee had a way of connecting with other people though. She was a people person; no matter how much someone was bothered by her, she still managed to leave an indent in their life. Ty Lee was like the feet that leaves the long stretch of footprints in the sand. So what do you do when that trail stops dead and there isn't a foot to make prints anymore?

The funeral is over after a long stretch of endless time. From the time Zuko opened his mouth, to the point when the earth was closed over the casket, Katara felt as if she was holding her breath. It seemed as if it was never going to end. Every time she needed a shoulder, though, Aang was there and vise-versa. She watched as Toph's eyes weren't large enough to hold in the exact three tears she shed. Yes, Katara counted. She also counted the many times Zuko had to swat away the wet from his flustered cheeks while he spoke. And never in the time she's known Mia, has she seen her show so much feeling.

It's over now but the pain still pulses in their hearts. At least the air isn't so heavy.

Katara gulps down a swig of the tea held tightly in her hands. Her eyes focus meaninglessly ahead. "I love moping as much as the next person, but honestly, how do you think Ty Lee would be handling this?" Toph's voice cuts through the depressing silence, much to Katara's pleasure.

Everyone looks to the earthbender, eyes glossed over from constantly thinking. The blind girl jumps down from the counter she is situated on and drums her fingers against the surface. "Let's do something, go on a walk, play a game, anything!" She exclaims. "Sulking won't bring her back. Who knows, maybe doing something will keep our minds off of it anyway."

Katara stands from Aang's lap, brushing her pink dress out. "I think that a great idea. Some fresh air would really help I think." She says, forcing a smile to her lips. Arms coil around her waist and the warmth of a chest pressing against her back leaves her in a blanket of protection.

"Agreed." Aang says, voice loud in her ear given the close proximity.

Suki turns out of her current embrace with Sokka. "Let's do it then." She announces.

Aang links hands with Katara as everyone begins to filter out of the guest bedroom. The tribal girl is about to pass the threshold into a hall when Aang tugs her to the side. She gasps, stumbling backwards over her own feet. Large hands clamp over her waist, sending warmth through her stomach. "How are you handling everything?" Aang questions, enormous grey eyes staring into her's. They finally look whole, like a finished painting.

"I'm fine. It's just been a stressful few weeks." She will tell him that right now even though fear keeps her awake at night and on her toes during the day. With her dreams plagued of nightmares and torture, she hasn't been fine. Not in the slightest, but Aang doesn't need to know that. She doesn't want to worry him more than her injuries still do.

Aang chuckles, thankfully not picking up on Katara's lie. "Tell me about it." He places a hand over Katara's cheek. She instantly melts into it. "But it's all over now. Tomorrow we can go home and relax back with the tribe."

Her head shakes, lips pursed and stomach tumbling over. "Why does something not seem right then?" She whispers, eyes searching the room for an explanation.

A surge of uneasiness floods over Aang right when Katara mentions it. His brain swims and something in the now peaceful earth isn't right, something big. "I don't know, but I'm sure it will be fine. I'll ask Zuko if he knows anything later." He offers up a small smile. Katara barely musters one up for him, but she manages.

"How are you?" She knows she's not the only one that has had a stressful few months.

"I'm still confused. Everything just feels so different now. The headaches don't help either."

Katara places a tender hand over his tattooed forehead before letting it run down the side of his face. "I'm sorry." She coos while pressing her body against his. Aang's arms instantly wrap around her. "Would a kiss make it better?"

The way Aang attempts to hide the excitement in his eyes by placing a moping pout to his lips with a small nod amuses Katara. She smiles, the first real one she's had since they arrived. Her arms snake around Aang's neck. Slowly, she rolls up to her toes, ready to plant a kiss to his awaiting lips, however, she's interrupted only inches away from him.

A scrawny man swings around the door frame, scrolls unraveling in his hands. He pants, doubled over, trying to push words past his lips. "Fire lord Zuko needs to speak with you immediately." He wheezes, handing her a scroll. Katara glances at the paper before exchanging a frightful glance with Aang.

Zuko rarely tags anything as urgent which is just what the small scroll has written in black ink. The pair takes off in a swift walk down the nearly abandoned corridors until they end up in the Throne Room.

Zuko is pacing in front of the platform. Flames brighten his enraged features in an eerie, sharper, way. "Zuko," Aang calls, voice bouncing along the walls. "What's going on?"

Zuko's head snaps around, eyes full of so many emotions that Katara can't place any of them. "The Southern Water Tribe," He pauses, gazing at Katara almost painfully. "It's completely wiped out."

The air pressing down on Katara's chest is heavy enough to halt her breathing.

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