DISCLAIMER: don't own AVATAR.
Many people have asked for this sequel, and I promised some that I would try, and I have. Here is the sequel to the one-shot, At The Mistletoe: Loves Forgotten (suckish title, I know, but I couldn't think of anything else!)
1 The Haunting of My Memory
The Fire Lord sat upon his terrible throne, wielding a terrible reputation on his shoulders. But he barely acknowledged it, for he was different from his father. He had betrayed his Nation, killed his father, and helped return peace in his own way.
His sister was banished for life, Zhao was already dead, his uncle was helping him by being an advisor, and everyone, even the servants, were out, celebrating Christmas. But he remained in bed, forever haunted by what had happened four years ago…
That kiss had been the most beautiful thing to ever happen to him. And he had tried to talk to that girl again, but she had always fled, leaving him, alone and miserable, to stand among the trees. Just so he could try again.
He had had spies go out and search for her, and they confirmed she had returned home to the South Pole.
Someday, he would go back to her, on Christmas, and bring her under the mistletoe again.
Every year at Christmas had been bitter, like Agni was punishing him for a crime he was sure he never did. It was all because of that girl, that stupid girl, and that beautiful kiss he had shared with her.
But he wanted to know how come she allowed it. It had always made him wonder. Perhaps she liked him back?
Zuko sighed. Tomorrow the search for a lost love would begin.
"Hey Katara, THINK FAST!" Katara looked over her shoulder just in time to get a face full of snow. She spit it out and laughed.
"Sokka, you are so gonna get it!" Katara yelled, and waterbended about a hundred snowballs in front of her. Sokka yelped, and ran off, hoping to find cover from the onslaught of snowballs.
He never did.
"Hey Katara, you OK?" Sokka asked his 18 year old sister. She looked over at him and sighed.
"Yah, Sokka, just fine." Sokka nodded, then moved to leave the tent.
"OK, but if you need me, I'll be outside, celebrating." Katara nodded, and watched him as he left. She sighed, and looked at what was hanging above the tent flap.
A mistletoe.
It reminded her so much of Zuko.
And so much of how she wanted to meet him again, under the mistletoe.
Ok, very short beginning, but I'll try to make the chapters longer as I go along! Hope you enjoyed the beginning!
(since the prequel wuz a Christmas story...) MERRY CHRISTMAS!
INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
LONG LIVE THE HIPPIES!
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