Azara jumped awake as Momo leapt on top of her sleeping bag. "What's wrong?" Azara asked, her eyes barely open.

"It's nothing, I just had a bad dream," Aang replied, curling up into a ball and turning away from the group.

"You want to talk about it?" Azara questioned, looking at the airbender with a sympathetic expression. He shook his head, but Katara did not look convinced. Azara decided to let Katara handle the situation, rolling over and falling asleep again. With her own experience, she knew that Aang would be willing to talk about the dreams when he was ready, and he clearly was not now.

Azara woke up again to Katara shaking her lightly, the morning sun appearing over the horizon. Yawning, Azara sat up and stretched, before moving to pack up camp. Looking through their supplies, Azara sighed as she noticed their lack of food. "We might want to stop for food soon. We've only got crumbs left," she noted, showing the empty bag.

"How much money do we have left?" Katara asked, walking over with the rest of the supplies.

"Not much," Azara sighed, picking up the coin purse and pulling out two copper pieces. "But we'll have to make do." Settling into Appa's saddle, Azara tried to tune out Sokka's rambles about his dream as Aang steered Appa towards the small town near their campsite. 

Walking around the small seaside village, Azara was quickly getting annoyed with the venders who refused to even haggle with them. "Out of food and out of money, what are we going to do now?" Sokka asked, rubbing his butt where the fruit lady had kicked him.

"You could get a job, smart guy," Katara sassed, crossing her arms over her chest. Azara looked behind her as she heard an older couple arguing.

"We shouldn't go out there! Please, the fish can wait. There's going to be a terrible storm," the woman pleaded with her husband, who did not look amused.

"You're crazy! It's a nice day! No clouds, no winds, no nothing. So quit your nagging, woman," the man huffed before walking towards his ship.

"Maybe we should find some shelter?" Aang suggested, looking nervous.

"Are you kidding? Shelter from what?" Sokka scoffed before turning back to the arguing couple.

"My joints say there's going to be a storm! A bad one," the woman continued, obviously concerned for the safety of her husband.

"Well, it's your joints against my brain!" the man retorted, walking onto his ship, and preparing for his voyage.

"Then I hope your brain can find someone else to haul fish because I'm not coming!" the woman snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Then I'll find a new fish hauler and pay him double what you get!" the fisherman announced as Sokka stepped forwards.

"I'll go," Sokka offered, raising his hand.

"You're hired!" the man replied as Azara stared at Sokka questioningly.

"What? You said get a job. Besides there's not a cloud in the sky," Sokka stated, gesturing to the weather conditions.

"I don't know, Sokka. A storm could pop up out of nowhere. It's happened before," Azara replied, glancing up at the sky. Spending two years at sea, Azara knew to never underestimate the weather. 

"Do you have any other ideas for getting money?" Sokka asked before the fisherman barked at him to help load supplies. Azara huffed and watched as Sokka helped the man prepare the ship. After only a few minutes, dark clouds were beginning to appear on the horizon.

"Sokka, there's a storm brewing, you can't go out there," Azara sighed, standing at the end of the dock as she stared up at the clouds.

"I said I was doing this job, I can't just back out because of some bad weather," he replied, lifting another box aboard.

"Is your life worth it? Look at the clouds, do you really think it's worth it?" Azara snapped, placing a hand on her hip as she gestured up at the darker clouds.

"That's how they start out kid. Women. They always badger you about this and that. You got to learn how to tune them out," the fisherman spoke to Sokka, causing Azara to raise an eyebrow.

"I can hear you!" she called, but the fisherman ignored her.

"I don't know, Sokka. Azara's right, I don't think it's worth it," Aang pointed out, moving to stand next to Azara. 

"The girl and the boy with tattoos have some sense! You should listen to them!" the fisherman's wife yelled out, causing the fisherman to stop his movements. 

"Boy with tattoos?" the fisherman wondered aloud before turning around to face Aang. "Airbender tattoos. Well, I'll be a hog monkey's uncle. You're the Avatar, ain't you?" 

"That's right," Aang smiled as Azara continued to glare at the fisherman.

"Well don't be smiling about it. You disappeared for a hundred years! You turned your back on the world," the fisherman snapped, causing Aang's grin to vanish immediately. As Aang took a step back, Azara stood in front of him, Katara walking forwards to comfort Aang. 

"Don't yell at him! Aang would never turn his back on anyone!" Azara defended, but the fisherman scoffed at her comment.

"Oh, he wouldn't, huh? Then I guess I have just imagined the last hundred years of war and suffering." 

"Aang is the bravest person I know. He's done nothing but help people and save lives since I met him. It's not his fault he disappeared, right Aang?" Katara stated firmly, before looking back as Aang as he backed away, a distraught look on his face. 

"Aang, what's wrong?" Azara asked quietly, reaching out for Aang. But he quickly stepped back, opened his glider, and took off. 

"You're a horrible old man!" Katara hissed, before running over to Appa. Azara sighed, sending one last look at Sokka.

"Stay safe, please," Azara stated, before running and hopping into Appa's saddle. Katara flicked Appa's reins and directed him to follow after Aang. The storm quickly pulled in, drenching Azara and Katara to the bone. "Over there!" Azara called, spotting Aang's hunched figure in a cave. Katara landed Appa before quickly rushing to Aang's side.

"I'm sorry for running away," Aang sighed dejectedly.

"It's okay, that old guy was out of line," Katara replied, sitting next to him.

"Why don't I get a small fire going?" Azara offered, moving to grab some wood from Appa's saddle. As she set up and lit the fire, Azara listened as Aang explained how the monks had informed him that he was the Avatar.

"So, you were upset that you were the Avatar? Why wouldn't you be excited about it?" Katara asked as Azara tended to the fire.

"Well, I didn't know how to feel about it. All I knew was that after I found out, everything began changing," Aang sighed, pulling his legs to his chest. Aang then explained how the other airbending kids excluded him from their games and some of the older monks tried to get him to practice further. However, through it all, he had Monk Gyatso to help him.

"Then, just when I was feeling better, something worse happened," Aang continued, staring into the fire. He recalled how the monks tried to take him away from Monk Gyatso.

"That's awful, Aang," Azara commented, looking at him with concern as he stood up.

"How could they do that to me? They wanted to take away everything I knew and everyone I loved!" Aang yelled out, his arrow glowing as wind whipped around them.

"Whoa! Hot cinders!" Katara warned, dodging some as she spoke. Aang's arrow faded as he turned back around and sat in front of the fire.

"I'm sorry I got so mad," Aang replied, staring sadly at the ground.

"You have the right to be angry after the monks sent you away like that," Katara stated, shaking her head at the thought.

"Well, that's not exactly what happened. I was afraid and confused. I didn't know what to do. I never say Gyatso again. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in your arms after you found me in the iceberg," Aang spoke to Katara, who looked at him sadly.

"You ran away," Katara deduced, her voice quiet and sympathetic.

"And then the Fire Nation attacked our temple. My people needed me, and I wasn't there to help. The world needed me, and I wasn't there to help!" Aang shouted, holding his head in his hands.

"It's not your fault, Aang," Azara reassured him, tossing another stick into the fire. "There was no way you could have known that would happen."

"The fisherman was right, I did turn my back on the world," Aang sighed, staring into the fire.

"You're being too hard on yourself. Even if you did run away, I think it was meant to be. If you had stayed, you would have been killed along with all the other airbenders," Katara assured him.

"You don't know that."

"I know it was meant to be this way. The world needs you now. You give people hope," Katara smiled, comforting Aang and pulling him into a hug. Azara smiled at the exchange before a lightning bolt cracked outside, revealing the fisherman's wife in the entrance of the cave.

"Help! Oh, please help! My husband and your friend haven't returned! They should be back by now! And this storm is turning into a typhoon! They're caught out at sea!" the woman explained as Azara helped her sit around the fire.

"I'm going to find them!" Aang announced, standing up.

"We're going with you," Azara nodded as she and Katara hurried to follow Aang onto Appa. The storm was growing worse and there was almost no visibility. "Over there!" Azara yelled, pointing at the doomed vessel as she gripped tightly to Appa's saddle. As they got closer, Azara could make out the fisherman and Sokka huddled around the mast.

Aang hopped down, protecting Sokka and the fisherman from the falling mast. Aang took hold of the rope Sokka handed him before hopping back up onto Appa. As Appa flew away, Azara watched as the rope swung around, causing Sokka and the fisherman to land in Appa's saddle. "Are you okay?" Azara yelled, brushing some wet hair out of her face.

"Just peachy," Sokka replied as a large wave appeared behind them, swallowing the ship. Taking a last breath of air, Azara squeezed her eyes shut as she held onto Appa's saddle like her life depended on it, because it did. 

She could feel her oxygen supply dwindling as they resurfaced. Gasping for air, Azara opened her eyes and stared down at the water, unintentionally locking eyes with her brother. "Zuko," she whispered out, a sad expression on her face. Zuko's glare softened momentarily before Appa flew into the eye of the storm, blocking Zuko from view again. 

They soon returned to the cave as the fisherman's wife walked out. Azara smiled as they embraced, sliding off of Appa's back. "You owe him an apology," the woman snapped at her husband, pointing at Aang as the fisherman rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"He doesn't have to apologize," Aang replied as the fisherman turned to look at them.

"What if, instead of an apology, I give him a free fish and we call it even?" the fisherman suggested, but Aang shook his head.

"Actually, I don't eat meat," Aang smiled sheepishly as the fisherman turned to him.

"Fish ain't meat!"

"Seriously, you're going to pay me, right?" Sokka asked, walking forwards. Azara giggled as the fisherman slapped a fish into his hand as payment, causing Sokka to jump and recoil.

"Guess I know what we're eating tomorrow," Azara commented as the rain stopped. As they stood outside of the cave, the friends embraced each other as they survived another tumultuous adventure. Appa shaking out his fur, however, broke the calm moment as everyone dodged the water droplets.

"Oh, Appa!" everyone complained, as Appa huffed.