Avatar: Fire and Ice - Book One: Currents

Chapter Seven: The Traitor: Part One

It was dark and cold in Hana's large cell. She had been in there so long, maybe three years, maybe four. It was hard to keep track after the first couple of months.

 She no longer remembered the face of her mother, for it had been so long since she had seen her. Hana had been twelve when she had been taken from her home in the North. She hadn't minded the change of scenery at first, but when she had been placed on the ship of a vengful child, she had known her life woulld end in missery.

A white light cracked in the dark. This must be it!  Hana thought. The moment my misserible life comes to an end!

But it wasn't. A large round figure walked into the room.

"Have you come to kill me?" Hana asked, her voice strainged from years of scilernce.

"No. I have come to set you free." said Uncle Iroh.

**-**

I sat in one branch of the wide oak tree. I had tied my sleeping bag there for the night along with my companions.

I slid down from the tree and tossed my rolled up pack to Sokka who attached it to Appa's back.

"Morning Aang. Morning Katara." I said, as I sat by the remains of last nights campfire.

"What's for breakfast?" Sokka asked. "I'm starving."

Katara consulted a small white canvas sack.

"Well, we have hog-chicken wings, a papaya, and one leftover momo from the Southern Air Temple." she said, and placed the bag on the ground for anyone who wanted some.

Momo, of course, took the momo. Aang grabbed the papaya, and the rest of us split the hog-chicken wings. Before Katara could take a bite of the wing she had gotten Aang coughed uncomfortably.

"What's wrong Aang?" Katara asked with concern in her voice.

"Well, it's just that..."

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Katara, I'd feel more comfortable if-if you became a vegetarian."

There was scilence in camp, even Momo stopped eating.

"Oh, ok." Katara said softly.

Sokka frowned. "Are you really going to give up your culture just for Aang?"

"Sokka," I said putting a hand on his arm. "It's not like she's changing her name, or even abandoning all water tribe ways. Besides, Aang's only asking Katara."

Sokka still grumbled and crossed hid arms. Honestly I understood why. I mean who was Aang to go around and tell people to change their life styles.

"Do you really want me to?" Katara asked, her reserved expression changing to one of shock.

"Yes." Aang said, more forecefully this time.

"Well okay then." she sighed.

"I guess that means we have to go and get some more food."

"Again." I added.

**-**

Hana wasn't used to the light, orr even walking for that matter. She stumbled around the halls of the ship following the old man who had rescued her.

"Here is your room. said Iroh gesturing to a door on the ground level floor of the ship. "My nephew, the captain, would like you to come to breakfast in one hour. Meet us in the main galley when you are ready."

"Thank you." Hana called out.

"The pleasure is mine."

Hana's room was small, but seemed like a luxury compared to what she had been living in for so long. It was simple with mainly red color schemes. On one side of the room was a bed, and on the other was a dresser with a miror on top.