Good and Evil || An ATLA Fanfiction

Chapter 37

As the bison soar through the air, something shifts. 

Instantly the white haired girl and Aang put hand to their heads in pain. "Are you alright Yue?" Sokka questions. "I feel faint" she whispers, his hand taking Sokka's.

"I feel it too. The Moon Spirit is in trouble" Aang states.

"I owe the moon my life" Yue admits, confusing us all. "What do you mean?" Sokka asks.

"When I was born I was very sick and very weak" she begins "Most babies cry when they're born, but I was born as if I was asleep, my eyes closed. Our healers did everything they could. They told my mother and father I was going to die. My father pleaded with the spirits to save me. That night, beneath the full moon, he brought me to the oasis and placed me in the pond. My dark hair turned white. I opened my eyes and began to cry, and they knew I would live. That's why my mother named me Yue. For the moon." 

"So you're connected with the Moon Spirit" I say in awe.

The Princess simply nods. As we approach the small pond, I frown at the sight. Zhao stands proudly, bag in hand, something trying desperately to regain it's freedom.

Once on the ground, all of us rush to the scene, where Momo is attacking Zhao. "Get it off! Get it off!" he screeches. 

Rushing away, Zhao finally sees us, a dark expression on his face as he sees me. "Don't bother" he growls.

"Zhao don't!" Aang snarls as Zhao holds up a small sack, the Moon Spirit flopping inside. 

"It's my destiny, to destroy the moon and the Water Tribe" he growls angrily.

"Destroying the moon won't hurt just the Water Tribe. It will hurt everyone, including you. Without the moon, everything would fall out of balance. You have no idea what kind of chaos that would unleash on the world" Aang states.

Grandpa steps forward "He is right Zhao."

Sighing, Zhao turns to Grandpa "General Iroh, why am I not surprised to discover your treachery?"

Taking off his hood, Grandpa snarls "I'm no traitor, Zhao, the Fire Nation needs the moon, too; we all depend on the balance. Whatever you do to that spirit I'll unleash on you ten-fold. Let it go, now!"

Softly, Zhao releases the fish into the pool. Looking down in disgust, he angrily throws a blast of fire, striking the fish. 

Looking up, I watch in horror as the world goes dark, the moon was gone. Anger rings through me, yet another amount of lives Zhao has ruined. Enraged, Grandpa releases a fire attack on Zhao and his men, quickly taking out the soldiers.

Grandpa tries to fight him, but the man quickly escapes.

"There's no hope. It's over" Yue cries out.

"No" Aang growls, multiple voices standing with his own "It's not over." Now in the Avatar State, he steps into the pool, glancing down at the remaining spirit. 

My eyes widen as the boy falls under the water, causing it to glow a dark blue.

Shaking my head, I turn to Grandpa, who is already inspecting the fish. Sighing, I turn towards the direction Zhao ran in, beginning to chase after him. 

I had to finish this. I had to face him, and defeat him. I had to. For myself and for the Water Tribe.

With a snarl, I throw a large fire blast at the man, who lets out a cry. Falling into the snow, he looks to me "Azara, I see we meet again."

"This shall be our last meeting" I growl, throwing another blast, which he blocks. "You think you're in any shape to fight me?" he chuckles, before releasing multiple strikes, throwing me off of my footing.

"I won't let you hurt me anymore than you have!" I cry out, preparing to chi block him. Quickly, he grabs my hand, his other free hand holding a fire dagger to my neck "You will not disrespect me. You are going to come with me."

"That is not going to happen" another voice snarls, as a blast of fire is thrown at Zhao. Stumbling back, he lets me go. Holding my neck I cough.

"You're alive?!" Zhao questions in the distance.

"You tried to have me killed!" the voice screams. Zuko.

Glancing up, the two are fighting, sparks of fire lighting up the pitch black nation. Turning, a large blue spirit rushes through the waters, sparks of fire in the distance.

Aang.

I needed to find Ren. Aang and the Water Tribe would beat the Fire Nation, and I needed to make sure he was safe. I turn back to my cousin. His heavy breaths fumbling out into the cold air.

Zuko could take care of himself. Either way,  I needed to focus on finding Ren, before it was too late.

Turning, I rush through the Water Tribe capital. In the water floated many Fire Nation guards. Spirits, where was he. 

The cold snipped at me, hurting my skin in pinches. Between being attacked, flying in the cold, and going almost three days without food took it's toll on me. My footsteps became ragged, and slow. I found myself leaning to my left and right, not staying balanced.

Falling to the ground, I look up at the sky. The moon now back in place. My eyes slowly drift shut, caging me into a deep sleep.