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A lone figure sat by the stream. It was night, and a full moon shone brightly in the midnight sky. Zuko stared, eyes unfocused, at the running water. He was lost in thought, going through so many memories.

(Ursa flipping up her hood as she walks out of the room)

(When they were children, Azula laughing as she pushes down Ty Lee after a cartwheel, Mai sitting aloof under a tree)

(Azula standing in his doorway, taunting him and saying that Ozai was going to kill him)

(The heat of the searing flames as they burned his flesh during that fateful Agni Kai)

(Looking back for one last look of his nation before he turned and left on his ship for the next several years)

A single tear made its way down Zuko's face as the memories swam in his head.

"Hey," A soft voice called out behind him. Zuko snaps his head around to look at her.

"What do you want?" he snapped, the memories making him bitter.

"Well, knowing you, you probably won't want to, but do you want to talk about it?" Katara asked, ignoring the rudeness and sitting down beside the prince.

"You're right, I don't want to," Zuko ran the back of his hand over his face, savagely wiping away the tear, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Just planning on watching the moon, listening to the stream, waterbender stuff,"

Zuko snorted.

A moment of silence ensued; Katara being perfectly content to just gaze at the moon, and awkward for Zuko who wanted her to go back to camp. Finally, Zuko broke the silence.

"I was just thinking about my past," he said quietly, staring at the water.

Katara was silent. She just looked at him with kindness and sympathy, not pity, in her eyes, waiting for him to continue. During the next fifteen minutes, Zuko poured out his life's story for the waterbender to hear. All the events in his life, his broken dreams, his hurt, his pain. When he finished, Katara was silent for a moment.

"The past is important; it makes us who we are and we should never forget it. But sometimes, if you dwell on it too much, you'll lose sight of what's important now and what you can do now for the world. For us,"


Katara leaned over and gave Zuko a quick hug.

"Come back soon, you'll catch a cold if you stay here too long," she said as she stood and headed back to camp, her maternal instincts taking over again.

"Yeah, all right," he answered quietly.

After Katara left, Zuko sat alone for a while, thinking about her words. Then, silently, he stood and went back to camp. He slipped under his blanket at the edge of the clearing, away from everyone else. It wasn't that they didn't want him, Zuko was just a very introverted person. As he drifted off to sleep, the snores of Appa and Sokka sounding, the quiet breathing of Aang, Katara, and Toph filling the air, Zuko was at peace. This is my family...

Author's Note: I was sitting and thinking on the couch and this scene just came to me. If somebody would like to do fanart for this, i'd be so happy. I can envision them sitting next to each other, next to a stream. The moon in the sky and you see their backs and i'd be so happy if i could draw it but i have almost nonexistent articstic talent. reveiw please!