Zuko staggered back, and brought his arms up to fight, eyes flicking between the two of them. "Which one of you made that windstorm?"
"We didn't make any-" the girl started angrily, but the boy stepped on her foot.
"We're telling you nothing, Fire Nation scum," he declared.
The girl glared at her companion for a moment before speaking. "Yeah, that's right."
"We'll see about that," Zuko snarled, glove covered hands wreathed in flame. "Tell me which one of you it is!"
"Neither of us!" The girl brought her arm forward, melting the ice and shoving it up into a clumsy little wave.
Zuko glanced at it surprised. "That's all you got?"
The boomerang whizzed past his head in answer.
The Fire Nation and home were so close he could almost taste the ginger-cinnamon in the freezing air. The old Avatar who had eluded his people for so long was dead, and the new one was a child, master of nothing. For the first time in years, it felt like, he smiled.
The Water Tribe boy's answering smile was the only warning Zuko got. Later, he would swear that he was trying to set it on fire, but when he spun around to strike the boomerang that had been speeding straight for the back of his unprotected head, it was wind that caught hold of it and threw it harmlessly into the snow, wind that followed Zuko's movements.
The girl's eyes were enormous. "It's you!"
"Liar!" Zuko bellowed, flame filling his hands. "Which one of you did that?"
"That was airbending," the girl said in awe. "And... you were firebending! You must be the Avatar!"
"Don't be stupid, Katara," the boy groaned. "He's Fire Nation. I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who can do two kinds of freaky magic. Besides, the Avatar probably doesn't even exist anymore."
"Gran Gran says he does," the girl, Katara, retorted. "And she says the Avatar's the only one who can bend more than one element. Are you going to argue with Gran Gran?"
That was it, Zuko realized. Obviously, he was still dreaming. He was going to wake up, and his ship would not have crashed into an ice sheet, and he would still be hunting desperately for any sign. He wasn't listening to two Water Tribe teenagers arguing about the existence of the Avatar.
"I'm not the Avatar." It was like the air had been leached from his lungs, and the words came out thin and nearly soundless. He took a deep breath and yelled, "I'm hunting the Avatar! You will tell me which one of you it is-" The crunch of Komodo rhino footsteps on he snow hill above them cut through Zuko's demand, and the three of them turned to look up. "Never mind. I'll find out later. Soldiers, take both of them prisoner."
Re: Meeting Sokka and Katara, Part 3/3
"We didn't make any-" the girl started angrily, but the boy stepped on her foot.
"We're telling you nothing, Fire Nation scum," he declared.
The girl glared at her companion for a moment before speaking. "Yeah, that's right."
"We'll see about that," Zuko snarled, glove covered hands wreathed in flame. "Tell me which one of you it is!"
"Neither of us!" The girl brought her arm forward, melting the ice and shoving it up into a clumsy little wave.
Zuko glanced at it surprised. "That's all you got?"
The boomerang whizzed past his head in answer.
The Fire Nation and home were so close he could almost taste the ginger-cinnamon in the freezing air. The old Avatar who had eluded his people for so long was dead, and the new one was a child, master of nothing. For the first time in years, it felt like, he smiled.
The Water Tribe boy's answering smile was the only warning Zuko got. Later, he would swear that he was trying to set it on fire, but when he spun around to strike the boomerang that had been speeding straight for the back of his unprotected head, it was wind that caught hold of it and threw it harmlessly into the snow, wind that followed Zuko's movements.
The girl's eyes were enormous. "It's you!"
"Liar!" Zuko bellowed, flame filling his hands. "Which one of you did that?"
"That was airbending," the girl said in awe. "And... you were firebending! You must be the Avatar!"
"Don't be stupid, Katara," the boy groaned. "He's Fire Nation. I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who can do two kinds of freaky magic. Besides, the Avatar probably doesn't even exist anymore."
"Gran Gran says he does," the girl, Katara, retorted. "And she says the Avatar's the only one who can bend more than one element. Are you going to argue with Gran Gran?"
That was it, Zuko realized. Obviously, he was still dreaming. He was going to wake up, and his ship would not have crashed into an ice sheet, and he would still be hunting desperately for any sign. He wasn't listening to two Water Tribe teenagers arguing about the existence of the Avatar.
"I'm not the Avatar." It was like the air had been leached from his lungs, and the words came out thin and nearly soundless. He took a deep breath and yelled, "I'm hunting the Avatar! You will tell me which one of you it is-" The crunch of Komodo rhino footsteps on he snow hill above them cut through Zuko's demand, and the three of them turned to look up. "Never mind. I'll find out later. Soldiers, take both of them prisoner."