I decided that it would be fun if I posted a story on here that I posted on Nick.com.  Just trying something.  Tell me if you like it.  The story is "It's Not Over!"
Enjoy!
Book 4: Air

Zuko walked out of the tea shop and saw Aang and Katara kissing. Surprisingly, he did nothing but watch silently from the door of the tea shop. The sun was setting and everything seemed perfect. She looked happy and so did Aang. If Katara was happy, then so was he. He walked back into the tea shop with a smile on his face. Silently, he wished his friends happiness together. He walked over to Mai and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her. Everything seemed right. Everything seemed pure. Everything seemed peaceful.
Notice how I said SEEMED peaceful.
So much had happened so quick that Zuko forgot about his mother, but as his thoughts drifted to his mother, everything did not seem right. Not without her. “I have to go.” he announced as he hurried out of the tea shop.
Outside Aang and Katara were talking as they watched the sunset. Aang had his arm around Katara and she was smiling. Zuko smiled. He was still surprised that he wasn’t jealous, he was happy. Katara was happy; she was probably much happier than she would have been with him. At least that’s what he thought. He quietly snuck away. He didn’t make a sound, so he wouldn’t interrupt their perfect evening. He slipped into the shadows of the city and went to go find his mother.

Katara smiled as Aang talked to her. He was talking about everything. He was opening up to her. He was telling her every little secret he had. Aang was so nice, she thought. She put her head on his shoulder and watched the sunset. Everything seemed right. Nothing could ruin this moment.
She smiled and kissed Aang gently.
He blushed.

Inside the tea shop, there was silence. Everyone had already had a good laugh about Sokka’s picture. Mostly everyone was drinking tea now. Except for Sokka and Toph. Sokka was trying to perfect his painting. (If that’s possible, give him props for trying though) Toph was lost in thought. She was mostly thinking about her parents. Would they understand her? Could she go back? Would they be proud of her for helping the Avatar save the world? Or would they be overprotective like they used to be? Would they still treat her as the helpless little blind girl?

Ozai was sitting in his cell. ‘Can I escape?’ he thought. ‘Can I win?’

Aang smiled. He was wondering about the future. Would Katara and he be together? He was certain of it. Would there be unquestionable peace? He was certain of that too. Would Zuko make the best fire lord there ever was? He was certain of that also. Was there still evil in the world? He was certain that Zuko and he could bring a peace all around the world.
The thing Aang didn’t know was that there will always be evil. It can never be stopped til the end of the world.