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"I can't believe I was so stupid." Katara mumbles to herself.

Her back is pressed to the hardback of one of many trees that litter the forest, blocking the moon from shining down to the ground. The night shrouds her in a blanket of darkness, making her strain her eyes to see what is around her.

Her mouth is pressed into a thin line as she rubs her hands up and down her bare arms. A breeze comes, causing a sudden shiver to run up her spine. The breeze ruffles the bottom of her dress.

Katara's head snaps up, but sighs a relief when it was just a bird flying a over head. An owl of some sort, she thinks..

She pushes off from her position on the tree. Before she can walk ten feet, she feels a tug at the bottom of her dress. She groans in frustration as another part of her dress has caught onto a bare bush, void of leaves for the time being. Her hand grips the smooth fabric, tugging slightly, but with no luck. Her hands clench, bunching the fabric into the palm of her hand. Sick of wandering through the woods, she yanks at her dress, not cringing at the rough tear it causes.

The sudden force makes Katara stumble back, cursing silently to herself when she trips over twigs and rocks that litter the ground underneath her feet. One of her feet catches on a loose rock, landing her flat on the ground. Dirt clots her hair, and she coughs as a whiff of dust clogs her nose. Her blue eyes open to the a clear sight of a crescent moon. A smile graces her lips for the first time the whole night. She lays there on her back, contemplating if she should move. Her mind snaps out of her musings when gruff voices are heard in the distance.

Telling Katara that she is not alone.

The middle of a forest is not an ideal spot to be wandering around, or laying down, in the dead of the night. The leaves crinkle as starts to make her way into a standing position.

Low hanging branches from trees attack her hair, pulling strands away from the braid she had plaited her hair into, not even two hours before.

She brings her hands to wipe away any dirt that might have stuck to the back of her clothes, but she only manages to brush her dirt caked hands on her dress, smearing the dress with even more dirt and mud.

Her feet shuffle along a worn path, already caked with the loose dirt that drifts up into the air when ever she places as step.

It has been two hours since she left her friends. It has been two hours and she has no idea where she is, where Aang, Sokka, and Toph are.

Her blue dress, torn where a branch had caught hold of it, swishes around her ankles. The sudden touch to her legs makes her jump. She quickly brushes at her legs, wondering if a bug had decided to crawl up while she wasn't looking.

Katara is fed up with useless wandering. The best plan right now is to go try to go back to the campsite and pray that they hadn't left yet.

She turns, almost colliding with a tree as a another loud commotion startles her to the point of jumping, causing her to stumble forward. The bark is rough against her hands as she stables herself by holding onto the tree she had just been standing against..

The woods are quiet, the sound having already disrupted. A clang of swords follows, the sound echoing off the trees. Curiosity overrules her common sense as she goes to investigate.

Katara runs down the small slope, her feet slipping on loose rocks that tumble past her on their way down the hill.

Her eyes catch a hinting that she has stumbled upon a main traveling road.

At first it is too dark to see who or what caused the commotion. Her eyes slowly adjust to the new light of the moon coming out from behind a cloud.

A group of men, some distance away, are busy fighting.

Though it is still dark, Katara's eyesight quickly swings to small fires littered on the ground. The heat makes the air insufferable, some of the sparking embers land on dead brush, lighting it up in a quick fashion. Katara uncorks her flask, bending water out of it, throwing it over the fire in globes. The fire hisses and steams, slowly losing life.

Katara cringes at the sound of dying fires. She hunches her shoulders, hoping no one sees her.

No one has noticed. The men are not focused on fire or the girl who put it out.

The group of men, in Fire Nation gear, are focused on a shadow. A dancing shadow with glinting blades. A shadow up against a dozen Fire Nation soldiers.

A blue mask in the darkness moves with swiftness. Men fall one by one. Katara gathers more water from the pouch at her side.

Any person, mask or not, who hurts the Fire Nation is a potential ally. Katara can't have an ally die while she is watching.

Out from under the cover of the trees, Katara runs straight into one of the soldier's chest, who did notice the sudden lose of light from the existing fires. The man looks down, surprise is evident as it spreads across his face but is soon covered up by anger. His brown eyes narrow through his helmet.

Katara takes a step backwards, giving herself enough room to bend a whip.

"I don't have time to deal with a girl." The man growls. With the fire extinguished, it's too dark to see the water in her hands.

The man prepares to backhand her to the ground, but is caught off guard when a water whip snakes around the his legs, pulling him off his feet and onto the hard ground with a resonating crash.

Though the man's didn't seem to be moving, his mouth is still in perfect working order. "It's a waterbender! Forget the vigilanti."

The soldiers turn to their comrade on the ground staring inquisitively at him. Katara can see some soldiers test the word 'waterbender' on their lips as it is foreign thing to say. Even the shadow stops dancing, coming fully into the light. A blue and white demon mask is attached to a man's body, adorned with grab of the lower class of Earth Kingdom citizens.

Katara brings her hands up, the water running down her arms, to create two enormous whips. Katara stares at the masked men, nodding to him that she is on his side. She remembers his wanted poster, the characters of his name sticking in her mind, the Blue Spirit.

The man on the ground, getting angrier by the second, lifts his head up. "You're all idiots. It's the girl, get the gi-"

Water freezes over the man's mouth, cutting off the order, but the shock had worn off of the soldiers by the time the water finishes coating his mouth. Fire forms around the fists of many, while others grip their swords tightly, not having the advantage of being a bender.

The Blue Spirit sees he has a distraction and starts to attack. This time, there is more vigor in his swings, more force knocking the men down. Light on his feet, he evades the men's blows.

Katara dodges fire blasts and grazes of blades. She freezes men to the ground, only for them to quickly melt himself out of her traps. At one point she finds herself back to back with the Blue Spirit. He breaths are heavy and Katara notices that he smells like a campfire and the woods, but she notes that there is a lingering hint of smoke to him as well.

The Blue Spirit's back is warm, unnaturally warm for an Earth Kingdom citizen. But the feeling leaves as quickly as it came. The Blue Spirit tenses and springs from Katara's side onto another Fire Nation soldier.

Katara places a foot out in front of her, getting ready to freeze another person. She is grabbed by the back of her dress. She struggles, even considers disrobing to get out of the man's hold. Before she has time to untie the shash, her arms are forced down. A cold metal clamp is placed on them, one on one wrist, its twin clamps on her other wrist. The cold metal pinches her skin to the point of drawing blood.

The water Katara had been bending, drops to her feet in puddles, sloshing her in a taunting manner, but is of little use to her in her present condition.

There is a sharp pain in her body as the loss of bending comes in as a wave of emotions. The Fire Nation had put chi blockers on her. The raw pain of losing her bending calls for Katara to cry out in pain though she won't. It hurts, in her arms, her legs and her heart. It feels like her central core, her chi energy, has been extinguished.

The face of fury and anger of the man her eyes are locked onto, raises a sword,planning to strike if she makes a move to escape. She stares helplessly up at him. Her loose brown hair frames her face, hiding her expression from onlookers.

The man who had taken away from her bending jerks upright, who prepares to swing the sword down on her head if she makes any sudden moves, cries out in pain. The man topples forward just as Katara slides out of the way so she won't be crushed.

The soldier's back is to the night sky as he hits the earth, a dao sword sticks upright in the middle of the dead body's back, vibrating back and forth from the sudden impact with skin. Blood seeps out of the fatal wound and slowly makes its way to the ground.

Katara looks over at the Blue Spirit, who is now fighting with one sword. His evades more than he attacks. The offset of only one blade is throws him off, but he keeps good balance in evading a soldier's fire blasts.

The blade is still buried deep in the man's back. Behind her, Katara hears the grunting of another soldier. He had picked himself off of the ground, rubbing the back of his head where the Blue Spirit had hit him with the butt of his sword.

Katara's wrists clink together, reminding her that she is weaponless, thus defenseless. She looks back at the man's body, now stone cold. She pulls the fallen dao sword from the man's back, keeping the bile down in her stomach as she sees the dark red blood coating the blade.

The single sword weighs heavily in her hand, the blood drips to the ground as the sword tips forward. But the man is coming up behind her. Without thinking she swings the sword at the man only to be blocked. She dodges, rolling away on the ground just as the man's blade brushes the air where she had been standing.

Katara crouches, panting heavily. She barely has the strength to lift the sword anymore, much less defend another attack. Deciding on a different tactic, she brings the sword down on her wrists, trying to break the chi bands that block her bending. A loud clang rings off as the bands crack open. Katara feels a surge of power as her bending comes back to her.

The water that had been suddenly dropped in loss of her bending is back in Katara's hand. The water coates her arms as she takes a ready stance. In seeing his predicament, the man turns to run, only to bump into the Blue Spirit.

With one dao sword, the Blue Spirit slashes at the man's legs, incapacitating him. Wincing at the sight of the blood dripping from the Blue Spirit's sword; she quickly freezes all the men to the near by trees, hoping no more blood would have to be shed that night.

Through their grogginess, the Fire Nation soldiers groan but make no attempt to melt the ice that surrounds them.

The Blue Spirit bends down to pick up his lost blade. Hearing the noise of the clinking steel, Katara turns to look at him.

He wipes the blade off on one of the dead man's clothes. His hand stops in mid swipe, his blue mask lifts from the view of the ground. Katara can see nothing behind his eye slits, only darkness.

Her blue eyes stare inquisitively at him as the Blue Spirit turns to grab a discarded ostrich horse, and starts walking down the narrow road, hoping to be consumed by the darkness.

Katara lets the water surrounding her arms drop to the ground in her sudden haste to chase after the masked man.

Here's the new story I have been promising you. First chapters a usually rough for me, but I have a good story line planed out that I think you will enjoy:) Don't expect the second chapter soon, I have finals coming up in a couple of weeks so I need to prepare for those. So probably around the end of June.

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