Sibling Rivalry

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A/N: ...Chapter 2. Still 4 POV'S.

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Azula marched through the forest, hacking at branches and bushes in her way with blue flames. She felt the annoyance slowly draining with each step, but she still kept on.

A soft humming noise stopped her in her tracks. It wan't like Ty Lee's obbnoxious tune, but a low, quiet, steadily building buzz. She brought her hands up, flames circling her fists. Scanning the forest around her, she spotted a blue-white light coming at her. The closer it came, the bigger and brighter it seemed to get. And the faster.

In seconds it was less than five meters away from her. She launched two blasts at it, then watched with something akin to shock as the fire blasts simply evaporated a few feet into the light.

The few sconds it took her brain to register that, the light was on her. A tingling feeling swept through her, numbness creeping up her body.

Distantly, she heard a scream. Before the light faded into darkness, she wondered if it had been hers.

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Zuko, had he been anyone but the exiled Prince of Fire, would have easily been called playing. He just called it 'walking with style'. As he -coughcough- skipped from one rock to another across a more swampy part of the forest, he could almost forget he was a fugitive to both his homeland and its enemies. Almost.

The thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as a faint, buzzing noise reached his ears. Frowning, he looked cautiosly around the forest, eyes narrowed. Then he saw what looked like a solid wall of light moving right at him. He noted, for the first time, the unusual silence of the forset around him as the buzzing grew louder as the wall of light came closer. He tried to take a step back, forgetting he was about five feet off the ground on top of a rock, and gasped as he fell backwards. Before he hit the ground, the light swallowed him.

A pins-and-needles feeling crawled over him, reminding him of the time the ostrich-horse had fallen on his leg and refused to get up and his leg had fell asleep. It suddenly became harder to keep his eyes open.

The last thing he registered before his eyelids slipped down was a female scream echoing through the forest.

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Katara ranted to herself as she stalked on through the forest whichever way her feet took her. She honestly didn't care. Sure, in a few minutes she'd calm down and feel all guilty and appologise to Sokka and the other two members of their group.

But not just yet.

While muttering to onesself, it becomes very hard to notice things around you. For instance, that the forest around you is deathly quiet, except for a buzzing noice too far away for someone too upset to notice they were lost to notice. Until it got louder. The buzzing sound seemed to echo off the trees and, not too far away, she noticed a light edging its way through the forest. Towards her.

She reached a hand down to grab her waterflask, but came up empty. Paniced, she looked around on the ground under and around her for it, but didn't see it. She turned and tried to run in what she hoped was the way she'd came. All the while, the buzzing grew louder and the light behind her grew brighter. She covered her ears with her hands and closed her eyes. Not a smart thing to do while running, especially through a forest. She tripped and, in that instant, the light covered her.

A sleepy, numb feeling began taking over her as she tried to rise but found she couldn't. Blackness began to take over her vision.

So she did the first thing that popped into her mind. She screamed.

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Sokka grumbled as he walked through the forest, calling out for his sister at random points in time. After walking for a while, he sat down to rest on a fallen tree. With a sigh, he leaned back, almost falling off the log.

As he pulled himself back upright, he heard a soft humming - no, buzzing noise. He shook his head, trying to get rid of it. Then he saw a faint light off between the trees. He stepped foreward, a hand reaching for his belt. He ignored the buzzing as he watched the light envelope the trees and bushes in its path. He squinted as the light grew brighter and his hand felt...nothing! He looked down at his belt at the blank spot his machette should have rested. Cursing, he remembered he'd left it, along with his other weapons, back at camp.

Kneeling, he picked up on of the really large branches on the ground and threw it into the light, now only a few meters away. He watched as the stick floated harmlessly through it, hit the ground, and bounced. He didn't notice that, while he was watching the stick, the light had flew forward and wrapped around him.

Suddenly, he felt numb, like when he'd stayed out in a blizzard too long and almost gotten frostbite. His eyes refused to stay open.

The last thing he knew before he feel unconscious was a familiar scream coming from far, far away...