Journey To Another World (An Avatar The Last Airbender FanFic)

The King Of Omashu

Ava

The small fire nation colony was anything but dull. Food stands lined the streets alongside shops selling clothes and jewelry. Zuko may have been insistent on leaving as soon as we could, Iroh and I took the time to look around.

It wasn't long before Iroh had several guards carrying items big and small. Iroh was beginning to slow down on his buying, but I only suspected that we were running out of soldiers to carry his things. "Iroh can we please stop soon. We've been at it for hours and I'm starving."

"I have to agree. Men, take my stuff back to the ship, please. Ava, Prince Zuko, I saw a food stand that was serving duck." Iroh takes us by the hand and starts to drag us down the street.

"For the last time Iroh I won't eat duck, I'm a ducketarian." I don't try to stop him though, I know that every good Fire Nation chef can make spicey noodles.

Princey and I were lucky that Iroh didn't pick a food stand on the other side of the colony. We both know that Iroh would do it for a bowl of roasted duck. The small hut was nice, it had many tables and the smell was welcoming. "Why don't you and Zuko take a seat. I will go get us the food." Iroh shoos us over to a table. I am about to tell him no duck when he puts up his hand, "I know, no duck. I will get you spicey noodles." I flash him and smile and look back at Zuko.

With no surprise to me, he had already found a table and sat down. I sit across from him on the round table. The red cushion was worn and not nearly as comfortable as the silk ones on the ship. From the seat, I am able to finally look around at the many people passing. "I've never seen something so amazing."

"Aren't you from a colony?" Zuko asks. I turn to look at him.

"No... I..." I stop to think, "I'm from Whaletail island." I say confidently.

"You don't look like your from Whaletail island. You look more like your from the Fire Nation then anywhere else." Zuko points out.

"I don't know, that is a good question." I start to get nervous. There's no telling what he would do if he found out that I knew the future. 

"Were either of your parents come from the Fire Nation?" 

"No. No,  they weren't." I look down at my hands trying to avoid all eye contact. The conversation dies down, and for the first time, I wonder where Iroh is.

"Do you want to go home?" Zuko finally asks.

"No." I look up at him just slightly.

"Why?"

"Everything that made it home is gone." Zuko doesn't speak again. "Do you want to go home?" I look at Zuko fully.

"More then anything." 

"Then I hope Zuko that you get to go home." We smile at each other.

"Okay, I have the food- what did I miss?" Iroh places the food down on the table and sits down next to me.

"Nothing Iroh, thank you." I grab my noodles and chopsticks and begin eating.

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My room on the ship was not as cozy as my room at home, and these clothes are something I would never wear anywhere else. While I may not have had my own bathroom and Zuko refused to share, I still loved it here. It had been a week or so since I was on this ship. Getting past the motion sickness was the hardest part.

The next hardest part was that this ship got cold, fast. I would try to sit on the floor and read but would get too cold and be forced to move. The solution I had come up with was to use my blanket, which was stuffed into my backpack, as protection from the floor.

So there I was sitting against the railing of the ship enjoying the sunset while reading one of the books also stuffed in my backpack. The crew would come back to the ship for minutes at a time before going back out. Iroh did say that they had to restock supplies.

"What are you reading?" I look up and quickly close my book. Zuko stood tall over me. I fix my posture and look him in the eye.

"Oh, Zuko. Its nothing just a book from home." Zuko swiftly takes the book from my hold. I scramble to get it from him.

"How can you read this? It just looks like scribbles." He opens the book and holds it upside down. I chuckle at him and gently take the book from his hands. 

"I can read it and that is all that matters." I carefully put it in my backpack.

"You know what I don't understand." I cock my head at him, "How can you be from Whale Tail island and not look like anyone else there. In fact, you look like your from the Fire Nation." I start to sweat. "Now tell me, where are you really from?" 

"You wouldn't believe me," I whisper.

"Try me,"

"I come from a different world. One where I know exactly what will happen in this future. I know everything about you. About Iroh, about Aang.

"You're clearly ill," Zuko tells me as he puts his hand on my head.

"No, I'm not Zuko. I can tell you things that no one should know." He pulled his hand back and crossed them. I take a deep breath. "When you were born the fire sages thought you were a non-bender. Your father wanted to cast you out, but the sages and your mother pleaded with him. He decided to give you a chance. When it turned out you were a bender he started to treat you like a father would. When you were three your family took a vacation to Ember island where you attempted to save a turtle crab from a hawk. You realized that without food the hawk would die. You waited too long and were swept out to sea. Ozai saved you and you spent the rest of the day in your mother's arms." Zuko's face contorts with that on confusion. "I can keep going if you want." He shakes his head.

"We will talk about this more in the morning. For now, just go to your room." He walks off his head low. I sigh and grab my backpack. I move back into my room.

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I was unable to sleep. I tossed and turned unable to get comfortable enough to sleep. I tried the floor, on the deck, even at the small desk in my room. Nothing I did seemed to work. I felt bad for bringing up the past for Zuko but I couldn't have him thinking I was sick. Not to mention that the truth would have to come out sooner or later. 

I had wound up back on my bed, Bearinton my stuffed bear in hand and my blanket from home on top of me. Before my family was messed up, on nights like this I would call for Jordan and he would come read to me. He would stay with me until I fell asleep. Now, all I had was a hallucination of him.

At this point, I was willing to get any type of sleep, and there is only one thing that will get me to sleep. So I take a deep breath and call out to him, "Jordan?"

I wait for several seconds, "Hello, Twinky." I smile to myself, "I'm surprised you called."

"I need sleep and I want you to read to me. Your just a hallucination and I just want sleep." I turn over to look at him.

"What do you want me to read?" He smiles at me. I point to my backpack.

"Suprise me." He chuckles and walks over. From the backpack, he picks a random novel. It was a book that I had read no less then fifty times.

"Three hundred and forty–eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago to-day, the Parisians awoke to the sound of all the bells in the triple circuit of the city, the university, and the town ringing a full peal-" 

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Jordan had read chapter one and I was ready to go to sleep. I struggle to stay awake just to see him leave, "I love you Jordan." I whisper.

"I love you too Avalon." He kisses my forehead and just like that he was gone.