Jet talked with a charming smile as he and his band of renegades escorted the ragtag team of two water tribe kids and an air nomad back to their hideout. Unknown to the guests a mysterious figure lurked over head. It watched in silence as the ponytail boy was tricked into a rude ride through some not so forgiving bushes, landing not too far from her feet. A few shallow cuts and twigs were quickly forgotten as the outsider noticed the mysterious teen staring at him from behind blank expressionless features. "Great work Sakka, I see you've found Karra." The charismatic boy flashed a smile in her direction. "We missed you in the skirmish today." She gave no response. "Come on don't be like that. I've brought us some new allies." Katara was pushed forward and introduced. Jet pointed to the kid with the arrow tattoos, calling him Aang, and then motioned to the older boy sitting at her feet adding, "And that's Sokka." Still the teenage girl didn't react. Aang smiled, but felt a little uncomfortable under the hard gaze of the mysterious figure standing on the platform above him. Katara was fascinated by her though. The visibly accentuated muscles of a natural fighter, made her gape with envy at the maple skin across the tree from her. Simple bracelets could be seen on the older girl's wrists, and a leather band to match was located in the middle of her upper left arm that looked warn; almost like it had been there for a long time. Only her most striking feature was the ebony hair that had a single streak of silver lining the left side of her face. However the proud water bender tried not to show how hurt she was when the mysterious teen turned and walked away. Not so much as a word of greeting, or acknowledgement passed from her lips.

"You'll have to forgive her. She's shy." Pipsqueak offered as an explanation to the cold reception. It was clear the silent teen was a highly valued member of the group.

Shrugging, the water bender allowed herself to be distracted from her annoyance by the view around her. "Beautiful right? But more importantly, the fire nation can't find it." Jet asked genuinely proud of his hideout.

"They would love to find you. Wouldn't they, Jet?" Smellerbee smirked landing softly beside the wild haired leader.

"It's not gonna happen, Smellerbee. Karra would never stand for it." He pointed out leading the others around the tree house.

"How come they want to catch you?" Asked an intrigued Katara. Purposefully she maneuvered to her new heartthrob's side, as the group made their way through the tree house.

Jet smirked triumphantly, and in a cool, nonchalant tone added "I guess you could say I've been causing them a little trouble. See, they took over a nearby Earth Kingdom town a few years back."

"We've been ambushin' their troops, cutting off their supply lines, and doing anything we can to mess with `em." Pipsqueak beamed with pride.

Continuing to walk and talk, and soon enough the conversation turned to how everyone wound up in the forest. Longshot, the archer, his village was burnt to the ground by the enemy. The one called The Duke showed up trying to steal the freedom fighters food. Jet even explained how his parents had been killed by the fire nation. With a gentle, comforting hand, Katara recounted the story of her mother being taken by fire benders. Out of sight the mysterious teen silently watched the group continue their tour of the place.

For a split seconded the Water tribe warrior could have sworn he felt eyes on the back of his neck. "What does she do?" Asked Sokka.

The Duke shrugged. "Whatever she wants to. Most of the time Karra scouts fire troop camps. Sometimes she fights, that is when she feels like it."

"You told us your stories, what's her's?" Curiosity got the better of the girl in blue. She watched as her new friends looked from one to the other.

Finally it was the leader of the renegade's that spoke up. "No one really knows, but Karra is the best fighter we got."

The tour continued until dinner, when a fest was prepared. Once the food was pretty much consumed, Jet stood and made a powerful speech. Most of it was about the fight that had taken place earlier in the day. Cheers of approval and congratulations rang from the crowd as he named a few of the highlights from the battle. "Now, the Fire Nation thinks they don't have to worry about a couple of kids hiding in the trees." Jumping to the center of the table, he added "Maybe they're right." The whole placed roared with the 'boo' of hate. Waiting for the noise from his comment to subside, the wild haired leader took a sip from his wooden cup. "Or maybe they are dead wrong." The renegade's face grew dark. All of a sudden the usually friendly demeanor drained, leaving only hard anger. As the rest of the tree house erupted in excitement, two people noticed Jet's change in appearance; Sokka and the mysterious stranger. However it was only the self-appointed leader of team "Avatar" that noticed the eye-role and silent departure from the silent teenager, as once again she took to the shadows leaving the rest of the kids to their fun.

It intrigued the boy with a ponytail. This was only the second time he'd seen Karra, and yet he got the strange feeling she didn't like to be around crowds of people; even being around those of a similar age seamed to make the quiet, ebony haired girl uncomfortable. Lost in his own thoughts Sokka was only slightly aware of the conversation around him. Only vaguely observing how shamelessly his little sister was flirting with Jet as he sat in between the two siblings. The recently humbled water tribe warrior suddenly felt the need to know how come, if she felt so out of place why did she stay. Suddenly the sound of Katara telling their new ally that Aang was the avatar snapped the curious boy out of his private musings.

"Avatar huh? Very nice." Jet smirked giving the air bender an approving look. Aang murmured his thanks, before the older boy continued. But the look from his pep talk still didn't sit well with Sokka, even now that his charming personality had returned. "So I might know a way that you and Aang can help in our struggle."

"Unfortunately we have to leave tonight." The older brother stood trying to stalk off.

"Sokka, you're kidding me! I needed you on an important mission tomorrow." Jet had hit his mark. The water tribe warrior stopped dead in his tracks.

Slowly he turned to face the older boy. "What mission?"

The next morning Sokka joined four of the Rebels on what appeared to be a scouting mission. Much to the tree house guest's surprise, Karra was among them. When the small team reached their destination, the kids scattered. Sokka ended up teaming up with Jet, so the two boys waited in the same tree. Using the skills his father taught him, the only boy with a ponytail rammed his jawbone knife into the trunk of the tree. "What are you doing?" The boy from the water tribe only waved off the question, whispering something about how this trick was used to amplify vibrations. "Good trick." The mission leader stated, relatively impressed. Cupping his hands around the pommel, Sokka moved his ear closer to listen. "Got anything?"

"Nothing yet. Wait! Yes, someone's approaching."

"How many?"

"I think there's just one."

Several trees down Pipsqueak and Smellerbee became visible, as there wild haired leader let out a whistle call that mimicked the sound a bird might make. One of them answered with a similar call. "Good work, Sokka. Ready your weapon."

As the water tribe boy pulled his knife from the tree trunk, the sea blue irises grew wide when 'The Someone' that came into view was a stooped old man using a cane. The poor man was hobbling down the path in a simple red robe. "Wait! False alarm. He's just an old man." Sokka called out, but it was too late.

In horror the outsider watched as Jet landed in front of the helpless stranger. It was especially unnerving to see that no one was going to step in and stop him. "What are you doing in our woods, you leech." Jet questioned. As the clearly fire nation man pleaded that he was just a weary traveler, the crazed forest dweller swung his hooked swords. The cane supporting the elderly man was sent flying. Turning to run in fear, the unfortunate subject of the renegade leader's anger only managed to run into Pipsqueak's chest. The impact to the hit knocked him to the ground. With the giant looming over him, the frightened man tried to crawl away. Unfortunately the tree toting brute merely pinned him to the forest floor with a large foot. "Do you like destroying towns? Do you like destroying families? Do you?"

"Oh please let me go have mercy," begged the terrified soul.

"Does the Fire Nation let people go? Does the Fire Nation have mercy?" Jet wound up a kick, but something interrupted him. Sokka had managed to snag the irrational boy's foot on the end of his club before the hit could be delivered.

"Jet, he's just an old man!" The downed traveler's defender insisted taking a defensive stance between the victim and the others.

"He's Fire Nation! Search him!" insisted the angry rebel leader, as once again his charismatic features disappeared.

As the others went to follow orders, Karra finally steeped in. She had been watching from the trees, waiting to see what would happen. So when Smellerbee bent to rob the old man, the oldest teen on the mission dropped from an overhead branch. With grace and accuracy, the silent warrior forced the two lackeys away from there shivering prey. Neither leader noticed the short skirmish behind them; simply because they were still too busy arguing over how much of a threat the traveler was. Yet it only took one word to end the feud. "Enough" Karra practically growled.

"What do you think you're doing? Search him!" Jet yelled almost losing the piece of grass in his mouth.

"If you want the Avatar to join your cause, you would do well to get his companions to agree with you." Sokka instantly took note that she didn't say 'our cause.'

Turning, the crazed leader demanded, "Have you forgotten, you owe me?"

"You wouldn't have gotten this far without my help. I made you." She shot back. Fire burned behind the once expressionless aquamarine orbs. The other freedom fighters took a step back as there leader moved closer to the eldest teen. SMACK. The sound of the powerful back-handed slap connecting with Karra's jaw echoed through the forest. It was almost as if the entire forest held its breath, waiting for the young woman to react. But the silent teen just stood there, a curtain of hair in front of her averted face caused by the blow.

Finally Jet broke the silence. "I don't need you anymore, but you… you still own me." He informed the girl standing in front of him. For a moment, the renegade leader studied her impassive expression, taking in his handy work as the sight of blood from a busted lip came into view.

Without even wiping the blood from her lip, Karra turned her back to the ring leader. Instead she knelt beside the man she and Sokka were protecting. After a few soft words, the old man took off his shoulder satchel and held it out to the teenagers standing over him. In one quick motion, Smellerbee snatched it from him. "Look we've got his stuff, Jet."

"This doesn't feel right." The water tribe warrior continued to insist.

"It's what has to be done." Jet insisted, then turning to the girl with the silver streak in her hair, added "We'll talk about this later." Then to the rest of the team, "Let's get outta here."

For several long moments the two men watched the unreadable teen. Unmoving she stood in the center of the path. Neither knew what to say to her, although it was the elderly gentlemen that tried first. "Thank you both for your h..."

"You had better get going. Next time it might be wiser to take a path around the forest." Her voice was cold, almost distant, but the man nodded his understanding and left.

Sokka waited till he was out of earshot before asking, "If you don't agree with him then why do you stick around?" The only answer he got was her walking away in the direction the others had one last look over his shoulder, the water tribe boy followed. They walked in silence. Even if he had wanted to ask questions, the boy with the ponytail wouldn't have known where to start. He had so many questions, but more than that he was disgusted with Jet.

Back at the hideout he sat in a corner brooding over how his sister and the avatar could be so enthralled with someone like him. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly noticed Aang and the Lemur-bat, Momo, land in front of him after playing on the zip-lines again. The young air bender tried to show him some kind of pellet that exploded when thrown to the ground; but Sokka was not interested. In fact he completely missed an angry Momo steal some of them and make the twelve year old dance after one almost singed his tail.

"Hey Sokka. Is Jet back?" Katara asked, coming around the bend in the tree house. The question snapped the water bender's brother out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the present.

"Yeah, he's back. But we're leaving."

Just then Momo ran out of ammo. "What?" Asked a confused Aang.

"But I made him this hat." The star struck girl held up a large cap made of stitched leaves accentuated by a flower on top. It looked quiet goofy.

More irritated than ever before, the oldest of the group growled, "Your boyfriend Jet's a thug."

"What? No, he's not."

"He's messed up Katara." Sokka rolled his eyes when his baby sister stomped her foot in childish defiance.

"He's not messed up; he's just got a different way of life. A really fun way of life." Aang argued with a goofy grin on his face.

"He beat and robbed a harmless old man! Not to mention the busted lip he gave one of his own." The only water tribe warrior argued.

"I wanna hear Jet's side of the story." Demanded Katara.

The only girl in team "Avatar" led the way to Jet's tent in the tree house. Once inside Sokka noticed at once that Karra was there and look slightly relieved to have someone interrupting the discussion between the two forest dwellers. The water tribesman made a mental note to try and check on her later, but right now Sokka wasn't completely convinced that the rebel leader would handle things as coolly as his comrade. Standing as far away from Jet as was humanly possible in the small space, the angry boy completely ignored his sister's explanation as to what had brought them here. Instead he found himself staring at the maple skinned mystery across the room. He didn't understand what it was that made her so fascinating. Suddenly his eyes were drawn to her wrists. What everyone had mistaken for bracelets, turned out to be scars like from having chains left on for long periods of time. "Sokka, you told them what happened but you didn't mention that the guy was Fire Nation?" Asked the wild haired boy, snapping him out of his musings.

Somehow in the time that Sokka had been wrapped up in his thoughts and now, Aang ended up wearing the hat Katara made, and it made his head look like an acorn.

"No, he conveniently left that part out." The love sick girl turned to glare at her older brother.

Taking his eyes from the other girl in the room, "Fine! Even so, he was a harmless civilian."

A hint of amusement made it to the leader of the freedom fighters eyes. "He was an assassin, Sokka." Jet pulled out a knife from underneath the hammock-bed he was sitting on, to embed it into a piece of wood serving as a footrest. It looked sinister from the snake of its blade to the four spikes evenly spaced along the grip; only allotting enough space for fingers to go between them.

The ring on the top looked suspicious. "See? There's a compartment for poison in the knife." Unscrewing the top, revealed a small glass tube filled with some red liquid. "He was sent to eliminate me, you helped save my life, Sokka."

Katara sighed with relief. "I knew there was an explanation."

"I didn't see any knife!"

"That's because he was concealing it." Jet insisted.

"See Sokka? I'm sure you just didn't notice the knife." His sister maintained.

However the water tribe boy would not have it. "There was no knife! Tell them Karra, you were there." He pleaded turning to the other girl. Only when everyone turned to look at the girl with the silver streak, she walked out of the room. Because everyone was watching Karra leave the room, no one saw the smirk on Jet's face.

"THERE WAS NO KNIFE! I'm going back to the hut and packing my things." With that Sokka stormed out as well.

"Tell me you guys aren't leaving yet. I really need your help."

The young avatar looked at Katara before asking, "What can we do?"

"The Fire Nation is planning on burning down our forest. If you both use water bending to fill the reservoir, we could fight the fires. But if you leave now, they'll destroy the whole valley."

Sokka was furious. After storming out he followed Karra, wanting to give the mysterious teen a piece of his mind. "Why didn't you tell them what happened? Look at me when I'm ..."

"Wouldn't matter."

"What are you talking about? I know the others they ..."

"Are star struck because he speaks well! I've seen it lots of times. Until something changes, they will believe anything he says. So what do you want?"

For the first times since meeting her she turned and talked directly to him. "Then why didn't I fall?"

"You did. If you hadn't you never would have gone on that mission." The natural fighter turned to leave, but added over her shoulder "But you have seen his true colors, be careful." It was a sincere warning that finally showed through the expressionless light blue orbs.

Back at the tent given to the new comers, Sokka busied himself packing up his stuff when the others came in. "We can't leave now with the Fire Nation about to burn down a forest!"

"I'm sorry Katara. Jet's very smooth, but we can't trust him."

Crossing her arms over her chest Katara turned her back to her brother. "You know what I think? You're just jealous that he's a better warrior and a better leader!"

"Katara, I'm not jealous of Jet. It's just that my instincts …"

"Well my instincts tell me we need to stay here a little longer and help Jet. Come on Aang."

After staying out of the fight the young avatar followed his friend out of the tent. Looking back over his shoulder, added "Sorry Sokka."

That night Sokka slept sitting up against the wall with his things left packed up. The rest of his group slumbered peacefully in their bed rolls. An hour or so before dawn Jet and Karra could be heard arguing again. "Enough Jet, you're taking this too far." The mysterious teen growled.

"To be perfectly honest I don't care what you think. I had hoped you would have come back to your senses with some down time, but it looks like you leave me no choice." Sokka watched Jet pull his weapons on Karra, who took a pretty nasty blow to the arm. She managed to maneuver out of the way for the second attack, but when she reached for her own weapon the wild haired leader attacked her left arm. The water tribe onlooker watched the mysterious teen get slammed into the tree; pinned by the hooked blades. "I don't care if you help me with my plan or not, but try and stop me again and everyone here is going to learn of your little secrete." For a second the two fighters stared each other down. Sokka almost blew his cover, but finally Karra admitted defeat.

When the renegade leader took off leading some of his kid troops, the water tribe boy followed close behind. Stealthily he watched the others push a loaded wagon full of blasting jelly. He watched as Jet led them to a cliff overlooking a valley, where off in the distance a small walled town could be seen on the far side of a gentle river downstream.

However it was the opposite side that drew the kid's attention. "Now listen, you are not to blow the dam until I give the signal." The renegade looked down on the dam holding back so little water. "If the reservoir isn't full, the fire nation troops could survive."

One of the followers, named The Duke, jumped off the wagon. "But what about the people in the town? Won't they get wiped out too?"

"Look Duke, that's the price of ridding this area of the fire nation.' The charismatic boy placed a gentle hand on his friends shoulder. Then turning to the marksman in the team, "Now don't blow the dam until I give the signal, got it?"

Sokka watched the silent archer nod his understanding. Suddenly the water tribe warrior heard rustling behind him. Before the onlooker could react, he was dragged out of the bushes by his hair. Struggling, he was brought before Jet, as a knife was pressed to his exposed neck. "Where do you think you're going, Ponytail?" Sneered the one called Smellerbee.

The wild haired teen watched with a gleam in his brown eyes as the new arrival was brought before him. "Sokka. I'm glad you decided to join us."

Unceremoniously, the water tribe boy was forced to his knees by the giant rebel named pipsqueak. "I heard you plan to destroy the earth kingdom town." He started rubbing his shoulder.

"Our plan is to rid the valley of the fire nation." Answered Jet with the crazed look returning to his face.

"There are people living there Jet! Mothers, and fathers, and children."

"We can't win without making some sacrifices."

Pointing an accusing finger at the teen leader, Sokka shouted "You lied to Aang and Katara about the forest fire!"

"Because they don't understand the demands of war. Not like you and I do." Jet's voice softened almost pleading to be understood and approved of.

"I do understand." The kneeling teenager turned his face away. "I understand that there's nothing you won't do to get what you want."

"I was hopping you'd have an open mind. Even Karra knew when she was beaten, but I can see you've made your choice." Jet snapped his fingers, and Sokka's arms were forced behind his back and tied there. "I can't let you warn Katara and Aang. Take him for a walk – a long walk."

As he was being pushed away, the boy with the ponytail called over his shoulder "You can't do this!"

"Karra isn't here to stop me this time. Cheer up, Sokka. We're going to win a great victory over the fire nation today."

Pipsqueak and Smellerbee dragged the water tribe boy away. He was lead through the forest, but when he tried to stop the kid with face paint shoved him on. Saying "Come on, move along!"

The prisoner stumbled, but managed to keep his footing asking "How can you stand by and do nothing while Jet wipes out a whole town?"

"Hey listen Sokka, Jet's a great leader. We follow what he says, and things always turn out okay." Pipsqueak shrugged.

Trying to figure a way out of his predicament, he suddenly noticed a few snares covered by leaf-piles in the trees nearby. "If that's how Jet leads, then he's got a lot to learn." Like a shot, the water tribe member took off. Sprinting for the traps unfortunately he wasn't fast enough. Smellerbee grabbed him and wrestled the still tied boy to the ground. Before the rebel could do anything, both Sokka and Smellerbee were forced apart.

Karra stood between the face painted kid and the prisoner. Once again the mysterious girl wore a blank face. When Pipsqueak advanced, the sliver streaked teen managed to push the outsider out of the way, avoiding the blow as well. At the base of the tree where Sokka fell, he was forced to watch the skirmish unfolding in front of him. Karra was amazing. She dodged the giant with ease, and managed to trap both rebels in the steal cages. What was most fascinating to the boy with the ponytail was the faint smirk that lit the expression less void for a split second during the fight. "We have to move." Came a mumbled order as Karra untied Sokka and pulled him to his feet.

"What are you doing here?" Sokka demanded after being lead away from the trapped kids. "Jet said that you agreed with him." He watched Karra grow ridged, but she said nothing. "You don't really agree with him, do you? Why do you let him bully you? I've seen you fight, you don't need him."

The mysterious girl stopped in her tracks. With a heavy sigh, she let the silver strip of hair fall into her face. "Look we don't have much time, we have to move."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on." Planting his feet, Sokka refused to move.

"Fine! About a year ago I stumbled upon some kids fighting the Fire Nation, they were outnumbered and out matched. I stuck around, because I didn't want their blood on my hands. Also, I don't have anywhere else to go. Now do you want more, or can we go?" The fighter beauty looked more annoyed then angry, which only managed to confuse the rescued boy even more.

Sokka cocked his head to the side, "You obviously have a plan?"

The smirk returned to her features, "Of Course. Let's go."

Katara and Aang stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking the Earth Kingdom town. At the base of the dam, four of Jet's people could be seen unloading barrels from a wagon and arranging them into the optimum blasting position.

"What are they doing?" Asked the only girl traveling with the avatar.

"Hey, those are the red barrels he got from the Fire Nation." Aang pointed out scratching his head.

"Why would they need blasting jelly?"

Suddenly the light went on in the twelve year old boy's head. "Because Jet's gonna blow the dam."

"What? No - that would destroy the town. Jet wouldn't do that." She insisted. Aang took off towards the edge of the cliff, saying something about having to stop them. Katara repeated her statement, only this time she sounded less convinced.

Just as the air bender reached the ledge, Jet crossed his path from behind snatching the glider from his opponent's grasp. The sudden loss of his glider left the arrow tattooed monk wobbling precariously on the edge, but a little bit of air bending put him back on stable footing. "Yes I would."

"Jet, why?"

"Katara, you would too if you just stopped to think. Think about what the Fire Nation did to your mother, we can't let them do that to anyone else, ever again." The wild haired boy pleaded to be understood.

Trying to reason with him, she insisted "This isn't the answer!"

"I want you to understand me Katara. I thought your brother would understand, but ..."

"Where's Sokka?" Katara interrupted.

Tears fell from her eyes. Jet reached out to wipe them away, whispering "Katara." With a look of pain, the young water tribe girl bowed her head in the renegade leader's hand. Then without warning she used her water bending to throw him back wards with a grunt; he skidded on the ground.

Taking advantage of the leader's distraction, Aang reached for his glider. "I need to get to the dam."

However Jet was faster. As the air bender reached for his staff, the crescent end of a shuang gou pinned it like an axe. With his weapons hook to hook, the freedom fighter yanked the wooden glider away; tucking it in his belt behind him. "You're not going anywhere without your glider." The older teen smirked. Jet swung his swords, still hooked together, at Aang.

The air bender was forced to retreat. Somersaulting backwards, added "I'm not gonna fight you, Jet!"

"You'll have to if you want your glider back."

Trying to avoid a fight the bald monk fled to the treetops. Jet followed by hooking his weapons into a branch and hosting himself up. A battle broke out in the treetops, as the rebel leader attacked. Aang defended himself with blasts of air, but the wild haired boy was able to duck most of it. The fight raged over several levels of the forest, until finally both boys ended up falling after the glider witch had dislodged itself from Jet's belt. However once again the older boy was faster and Aang got knocked into the trunk of a tree. It was not gentle either. The blow left the air bender stunned.

Katara watched the whole thing from the ground, and when Jet landed he was bombarded with several blasts of water. Unable to cut threw them; the crazed teen was pinned to a tree when she chilled the water. The soggy renegade was frozen to the trunk from the neck down. "Why, Jet? I can't believe I trusted you. You lied to me; you're sick and I trusted you!" A signal call startled both the outsiders as it rang crisply through the air. Looking around Katara and Aang tried to locate the noise to see what was going on, but before he could be stopped, Jet answered it. "What are you doing?"

"You're too late." The trapped rebel called triumphantly.

In a last ditch effort to stop the plan, Aang tried to take off on his glider, but in the battle it had been damaged. Instead, the poor monk landed face first in the dirt. "Sokka's still out there; he's our only chance." Both the Avatar and Katara watched the horizon with hopeful expressions.

"Come on, Sokka. I'm sorry I ever doubted you. Please." Whispered the water tribe girl, but there hopes were in vain. The damn was blown to smithereens from a lone flaming arrow.

"Sokka didn't make it in time." Aang whispered with pain lining his voice.

The water bender turned on her prisoner, "All those people... Jet, you monster!"

"This was a victory, Katara. Remember that. The Fire Nation is gone and this valley will be safe."

"It will be safe, without you." Sokka sat at Appa's rains, as the large beast came into view from below the cliff face.

Joy was on his too companion's faces as they shouted his name in excitement. Karra rode in the saddle and when they were close enough she hopped off. "Jet you went too far this time."

"Karra what have you done?" The crazed look returned to the trapped freedom fighter.

"We warned the villagers of your plan, just in time. At first they didn't believe us. The Fire Nation soldiers assumed we were spies. But one man vouched for us, the old man you attacked. He urged them to trust us, and we got everyone out in time." The water tribe boy explained sitting atop the bison.

Jet growled in frustration. "Sokka, you fool! We could have freed this valley!"

"Who would have been free?" Asked the mysterious teen.

"Everyone would be dead." Sokka finished.

"Karra, you traitor. I knew you couldn't be trusted!"

The boy with a ponytail landed the large beast next to Karra. Then slipping from his perch, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and added "No, Jet. You became the traitor when you stopped protecting innocent people."

"Katara. Please, help me."

"Goodbye Jet." The young water bender turned away, climbing on Appa.

The water tribe warrior turned to the teen with a silver streak in her hair. "Where are you going to go?"

"There won't be anywhere that you can go that we won't find you." Jet shouted angrily.

The threat didn't even faze the girl. "Don't know." She shrugged.

"Come with us." Sokka extended his hand after he had mounted the flying bison. All watched as Karra hesitated. "Come on."

"Sokka, what are you doing?" Katara asked her brother.

"If it wasn't for her help, Jet would have attacked me when he did the old man. She's taken a lot of abuse from the wack job frozen to the tree, and besides the freedom fighters said themselves that Karra is their best fighter. So if we get in a tight spot, she can help out." Extending his hand a little farther, "What do you say?"

A last glance over her shoulder was all the encouragement she needed. Taking Sokka's hand, she allowed herself to be pulled up into the saddle while Jet screamed his frustration in the back ground. The frozen boy screamed curses at her until they could no longer hear his voice.

End Chapter 1