FOUR AVATARS II: Awakening
Dysphoria~

The first sensation was the cold numbness of feeling nothing, remembering nothing as the fourth Avatar tried to remember what happened. Awareness came to Lyto, remembering the water rushing around him and freezing, his entire being becoming lost for some unknown reason. Opening his eyes, he felt the darkness, his entire body not feeling anything, making him wonder if he was dead.

A soft voice lilted through the darkness. "Hello?"

Somehow Lyto managed to push himself up, expecting a mist to be forming from his mouth even he couldn't see it. He pushed himself up, pulling himself over to the rock, his vocal cords still frozen from the unexpected experience. He couldn't feel the rock at first, his body stumbling. Instead, the first thing he felt was thin fingers, and awareness of the depth came to him. He opened his mouth, unable to speak.

The hand jolted away, a small sound of fear escaping the other person mouth. Lyto's mouth opened again but found himself unable to speak. The other person did. "Who are you?"

"Lyto, younger brother to the king." The words felt rough, his throat tight from disuse, and yet he also felt like he could move if it weren't for the darkness that caused him to stumble. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" The female voice startled, and there was a scurrying of feet, and the sound of someone filling around. A lantern lit up, and the female brought it back. Lyto's bright blue eyes blinked a couple of times, noticing the rather pretty female of yours. "I am Princes Yue, the daughter of the current king, whose married to the daughter of the previous king, who would be your older brother."

Lyto took a deep breath, his head tilting slightly to the side. "No..."

"I am not lying."

"Why is your hair white?" His lips pushed together, realizing he might have said something wrong.

"The moon spirits gave me life."

"Why are you down here?"

"Nobody comes here anymore. It's quite, and..." Yue stopped short, bowing her head. "I apologize. My behavior is rather inappropriate for a female."

"Yes, it is." Lyto's tone of voice tightened, but he found himself unable to scowl at her. "You're the only one who comes here?"

The feeling of loneliness rushed over him, his eyes darting to the ground. Yue looked at the ground. "You were rather a good listener, uncle. They'll want to know you've woken up, though."

"I'm not sure if I want them to know."

…

The first thing felt was the frozen sheets cracking underneath her thin frame. The eighteen-year-old lifted her chin, taking in the strangely frozen room before alighting her eyes upon the old man. A guttural sound escaped her lips, displeased that the man was rolled back so that his feet were in the air, his robes dropped to the ground so his underwear was showing.

Fumi grabbed a pillow as the man stood up, bashing the item into the man's face only for guards to jump to the man's rescue. "Who are you! Why are you in my room!"

"It's me Fumi, your little brother Bumi!"

A sickening feeling hit her in the stomach, the pillow dropping from her hands. The eyes, however, gave it away, as only one person had that crazy look on their face. "No..."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"My brother is thirteen, not..."

"A hundred-thirteen!" A cackle escaped the man's lips, and before she could ask he answered her question. "And yes, you've been frozen for a hundred years." The man held up a charred necklace. "By the way, your boyfriend Kuzon is dead."

Fumi pulled back her fist in a manner she knew was unladylike, and socked her younger brother in the jaw, sending him flying back so that he tumbled again. "I've told you, he isn't my boyfriend. There are more important things than your absurd jokes."

"Yes, yes, of course." Bumi stood up and hurried away. "We must find the others. Kuzon's replacement, I suspect that to be a hard thing."

The Earth avatar let out a sigh, irritated that Bumi still never listened to her.

…

The vision was honestly foggy, and yet he could also see, almost as if he was in a dream world. Everything in his mind was a scramble, not understanding anything he saw. A man that his mind recognized as father approached him and a fear welled up in his chest only for the man to plunge his hand into his chest, the person quickly being replaced by a small female. A startled cry escaped his lips, and he found himself sitting up in bed.

One hand reached up for his eye, and he realized something was right. A mirror was in the room, and he pushed himself up from the bed despite the pain throbbing in the back of his head. What he saw he did not like. A nasty scar covered his eye, and he was lucky he'd not lost sight in that eye. His hair was also pulled up into a ponytail, and his look was that of a barbaric warrior, filling his stomach with disgust and nausea.

Leaning over, the young man vomited, leaning up against the wall to try and support himself. The door opened, and his head turned to see an old man. Something made him back away from the stranger, his body collapsing to the ground on the ship, for that was what the vehicle was. Why he was there he did not know?

"Zuko?" The man set down a tray with tea and came over. "Are you alright?"

"Who are you?"

"Come now, that isn't very funny."

Zuko, as the man called him closed his eyes, one hand reaching for his chest. "I..." The young man swallowed. "I'm not trying to be funny."

The man frowned. "No. It's not in your character. You really don't recognize me? You don't know why you're here?"

"I know my head hurts." The lights suddenly flickered in the room, causing him to jump.

The man's eyes widened in horror. "Zuko, that was just you fire bending. It's nothing to be afraid of."

"Fire what?"

"Oh dear." The man let out a sigh. "I guess you hit your head harder than I thought you did."

Zuko swallowed, his eyes drifted to the ground. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Just, stay in here. The last thing we need is the men you command finding out your in this state, particularly since they may try to get word back to your father." Iroh watched as Zuko's eyes widened in fear. "You remember him."

"He tried to kill me."

"You could say that. He sent you to find the Avatar. The wind Avatar to be exact."

Something felt familiar about that, but instead, Zuko found himself shaking his head despite the pain in the back of his head. "Who are you?"

"I'm your uncle Iroh. That is who I am."

"Are you my enemy?"

The man chuckled. "Oh, I think of myself as your ally in all of this."

Iroh suddenly found himself wanting to say he was Zuko's real father, although not biologically so, but shook off the zeal. He stood up and brought the boy a tea. "This will help that headache of yours, maybe even help you recover some of those memories of yours."

Hopefully this wouldn't end up being a major problem.