Chapter 1- Meeting Again
Katara's POV
It has been five years since the war ended. Five years since I haven't seen Toph, Aang and most of all Zuko. I moved back to the Southern Water tribe to help my people. As for my brother, he moved to the Southern Water tribe when his lover, Suki, had died from a virus. Suki was a great person. She was nice, smart and prefect for Sokka. When she died, I was very sad, and I knew Sokka wouldn't be able to be alone. I made him come back to our tribe because I knew he needed to have someone to watch him. I feel like he needs someone be there for him since he lost the love of his wife.
We have been travel
He walked out of the bathroom, sporting a pair of red boxers, scratching his chiseled, pale chest. He yawned and passed a hand through his raven hair. It was the wee hours of the morning, the moonlight still spilled through the enormous windows, illuminating the way to his bed.
When he reached his bed area, he paused, his back to the window. A silhouette in the lunar glow. She was still there, laying on her bronze stomach, sheet pulled up to the small of her bare back, chocolate hair spread in a fan across her pillow. The flood of moonlight amplified her naked glory, giving her delicate bronze a soft silver glow.
He sauntered
Zuko's mournful cries could be heard all about the palace. Two years after he had been crowned Fire Lord, his Uncle had died. Iroh had become ill and passed in his sleep. The loss of Iroh stung Zuko badly, and he walked around with a huge gaping hole in his heart. He was completely lost and alone in his own home, and he released his anguish on everyone.
He would have terrifying fits of rage, over small insignificant things. He would lock himself away in his room or in his study, mourning for Iroh, when ever the pain of his loss took it's grip. He broke