Warnings: I don't yet know where I am planning to go with this so I'm going to slap a few warnings on this…Swearing will happen most likely…and…umm…just…don't read it if you don't like …if your easily bothered…I don't like flames…

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fallow characters in this story…if I don't I will tell you though.

Enjoy though…

Aang's death was quickly dismissed by most; there was no time to grieve, not now that the Fire Lord ruled. Only a few survived the brutal attacks. Earth benders were killed on site, fear of the Avatar reappearing. Those who did live went into hiding or joined a rebellion. Hope becoming a distant memory with each counted death. No one would speak of the Avatar anymore it only brought on more pain. The Avatar was forgotten…Aang was forgotten.

It has been three years now, since that day. Katara still dreamed of the twelve-year-old Air- Bender and how he failed the world he carried on his shoulders. She wanted so badly to let the young monk go, but he haunted her nightly.

"Katara, please, you have to stay-" Aang whispered to her each night.

"This is my journey too, Aang I should be able to see it end." Katara would protest her eyes welling up with tears, only a child then.

"But if I let something happen to you now, you will never see the end of our journey. Please, Katara this part of the journey belongs only to me," And with that he left her alone.

He died alone…

Abruptly Katara sat up choking on her own silent scream, sweat running down her temples, "Damn" She hissed trying to settle her breaths until all she could hear Sokka's quiet snoring. She smiled at her older brothers back, he had managed to completely toss his blankets on to the dirt floor and tangled his feet in his sheets. She used to feel like the older sister when they were younger but after Aang…died Sokka took charge and grew-up.

To night was a hot night and sweat trickled down the young mans tan scarred back. The scars happened after the Fire Nation attacked the Earth Kingdom, they were looking for all benders, Katara included. He was captured in the process, interrogated, whipped and burned. He never spoke a word; never so much as let a whimper cross his lips. Now he spoke so little one would think he was on a vow of silence. Katara found herself missing her brother as much as Aang, and she knew both were equally as lost.

Katara rubbed her eyes and looked around the hut. It was mostly empty except for the two cots and a small table they ate their meals at. With a sigh she tossed her blankets to the side and slid out of bed, quickly pulling on her clothes; there would be no more sleep tonight.

The camp was small; more full of lost families than fighters. The war was over, with the exception of these small rebellion groups, to weak to make an impact and not enough communication to regroup. The camp was silent a few guards stood diligently at their posts, they acknowledged Katara as she past them.

"Good morning, Katara." Jet smiled from his perch in the tree above; she wasn't completely sure how or when he had ended up apart of their group he just showed up one day and never left. Sokka made sure he knew he was in charge and that didn't seem to bother Jet. Katara nodded at Jet and continued; she however never got over what kind of person he was when they met, she believed he would flood another city had he had the chance.

She walked to the shore of a near by river, the sand was scorched, a worn battlefield and as she looked around she began to recognize the area. "This is where Aang tricked Admiral Lou in torching his own ships." She chuckled to herself.

Crack!

"Hello?" She hissed turning and she crouched into a fighting stance, not daring to bend water. She's long learned to fight without her powers.

She watched as the brush gave way to a pale hand. A young man stood before her, not from her camp. He had a strong athletic build and he held his head up high, his brown hair fell in his golden eyes, a large scar tracing one of them the scar running from the bridge of his nose and over his ear. The Banished Prince, most assumed he was dead, Katara included. A smile danced on his lips. "I wish I could have seen that…though at the time I doubt I would have appreciated it."

Katara didn't know whether to hold her stance just in case he choose to attack, though he would have nothing to gain from it, he was still banished probably killed on sight if the Fire Nation found him. So she let her arms fall to her side. He looked the same to her, larger and few more scars on his forearms, but war scars the body so that didn't surprise her and he looked even more caulis if that was possible. "Tunnel Vision." She replied.

"What?" Zuko frowned walking more into the clearing, closer to her.

"That's why we was easily tricked, all he could see was Aang he forgot what was around him." Speaking the Avatars name made him flinch, Katara as the only one who could speak it without reacting.

The Prince couldn't hold the girls gaze so he turned to the waters looking to the rising sun. It was awkward both of them standing there after all this time, not being enemies. Why should they he was not apart of the Fire Nation and the only thing that made them enemies before was gone. She wanted to ask him questions she always left unsaid before but none of them came to mind.

Katara closed her eyes breathing in the hot morning air and let it out. Everything was slowly falling more and more away. Zuko's presences only made her more aware of that. They were no longer enemies because Aang was dead and that was the only reason.

"I-"

BANG!! Fire alit the sky. "OUR CAMP! SOKKA!" Katara screamed as she dashed back toward the encampment, forgetting Zuko and what he was about to say. Zuko fallowed.

BANG!! As she ran back she paused looking up at the tree Jet was perched in earlier, now we laid limply on the branch. "Jet…" She sighed looking away from him. She did not like him but he did not deserve this.

BANG! Smoke began to fill the air. "SOKKA!" Katara screamed heading toward the camp.

Zuko grabbed her by the arm. "What do you think you are going to do? Stop them by yourself?" He hissed pulling her close to his face.

"My Brother is in there." She growling wrenching her arm from him.

"How are you going to save a dead man, if your dead yourself?"

"Sokka is not dead!" She screamed like she would have three years ago and if she had thought of is she would have stomped her foot. "And I didn't ask you!"

Zuko said something but she didn't hear it screams filled her ears and the crackling of the fire. Shaking her head she ran into the camp blindly smoke filling her lungs. Everything was dark her eyes stung and her lungs burning with each breath she took through the sleeve of her shirt. "SOK-kuuf-KA!" She coughed. The screams of the people in the camp covered her calls.

The prince stood out side of the camp the smoke and the fire pouring out of it into the forest. He considered leaving the girl for dead; she was obviously suicidal after all. "Damn." Shaking his head he took in a deep breath and pulled the neck of his shirt up over his mouth and nose.

(To be continued….)