The training arena glows with firelight as I arrive, my water skins heavy at my hip. The air is thick with heat and testosterone as Fire Nation soldiers practice their forms. I ignore their stares - I've learned to block out the curiosity and contempt from these firebenders.

Two soldiers approach, smirks on their faces. "Well, well, look what the tide washed in," one sneers. "A little water tribe peasant, all the way from the South Pole."

I stiffen, gripping my water skins. "I'm looking for General Shinu."

"Oh, the General's busy," the other says, stepping too close. "But we could show you around..." His hand reaches for my arm.

Before I can react with a wave of water, another voice cuts through the tension. "What's going on here?"

I turn to see him - black hair, golden eyes, and that distinctive scar marring half his face. Prince Zuko. Son of Ozai, the monster who destroyed my home. My blood boils at the sight of him.

The soldiers back off immediately, muttering apologies. Zuko's eyes lock onto mine, curious and assessing.

"Thanks," I say stiffly, "but I'm not a little girl who needs rescuing."

"I can see that," he replies, gesturing toward the General's pavilion. "Second row to the left. You won't miss it."

I nod, avoiding his gaze, and start walking. But before I can get far, he speaks again.

"Wait. I didn't catch your name."

I pause, conflicted between courtesy and contempt. "Katara," I say finally, not turning around.

As I walk away, I feel his eyes on my back - a burning sensation that has nothing to do with fire.