AN: Welcome to the first chapter in my first fanfiction. Enjoy!
Chapter one
Present day -The United Tribe
The wolf lay placidly under the full moon, snuggling into the white snow. The wind blew fiercely, biting into her
"Katara," Hama whispered. "Bloodbending is a dangerous art. When you use it, you need to fully acknowledge the amount of control you have over that person." Katara let out a sigh; this was, so far, her least favourite part of her training.
Bloodbending scared her, but she was sick of only learning about healing and plant bending. It was valuable to learn, but it bored her. In her culture, women weren't much but healers, and it sickened Katara to her core to not learn the full capacity of her powers. Besides, the duties that came with being tribal princess were awfully dull.
She closed her eyes, and felt the energy that radiated off the blood in the wolf. The life that flowed through its veins filled her like a comforting tea. Warmth, despite the weather reaching sub-zero temperatures, spread throughout her body. The bender raised her hands out in front of her, locking onto the poor wolf's blood. She took a hold on it, and with some struggle, made the wolf awaken from its slumber and then start to convulse. Whimpers sounded through the air, her heart started to break but she blocked out the wolf's desperate cries for help and continued.
Hama laughed, "Katara! You did it!" But that didn't take her out of her trance. She started to curl her fist, the whimpers getting louder. She was killing the wolf without realizing what she was doing, but the power she felt filled an emptiness that she didn't know was there. It wasn't until a ball of snow hit Katara in the face that she suddenly let the wolf go.
"What are you doing?" she shouted angrily, hearing the wolf scurry deeper into the forest. The old woman turned her nose up at her pupil's outrage.
"This is your first lesson," says Hama. "Besides, you're not a killer."
I have to be, Katara thought angrily.
The two benders walked back in silence, Katara visibly seething in anger. How could Hama stop her? She finally had gotten the form perfect, and her concentration was impeccable. Peering over at Hama through the corner of her eye, she saw that the woman's face was unfazed, which only caused her anger to grow. Crossing her arms, she walked further ahead of the old woman.
The palace came into Katara's view. With a huff, she plastered a fake grin on her face.
"My darling," Hakoda, her father and the chief of the Southern division of the United Tribe, smiled as he saw his daughter walk in through the giant doors. "How was your healing lesson? I still don't know why you need to practice late at night. A princess shouldn't be out so late."
"Sokka and Taza are always out late at night," Katara said smugly. She regularly challenged her father like this, always questioned him whenever he would impose a rule the men of the tribe didn't have to follow.
Hama placed a hand on Katara's shoulder. "She did amazing, Hakoda. You know her powers are stronger under the moon." The young bender let out a soft scoff, and her teacher tightened her grip on her shoulder. An icy feeling grew on the shoulder with Hama's hand on it.
Hakoda grinned and laid a kiss on Katara's cheek. "That's great," he said before walking away from them.
With her father out of sight, Katara broke free of Hama's grip, trying to keep her composure but sometimes her teacher frustrated her. "You need to stop challenging your father like that," Hama muttered under her breath. She didn't respond, only crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm going to my room," the young bender hissed, like a pouty twelve-year-old.
She pounded her feet up the steps to the second floor. She wasn't normally like this after bending practice, but tonight she had felt different. She faintly remembered the intoxicating feeling of the wolf's blood under her grip and realized it could have been because of that. She had bended blood before, but not like that. Nothing that big, at least.
Distant laughter came into her ears as she rounded the corner to the hallway. She tip-toed around the wall and saw a woman placing a gentle kiss on Sokka. His hands were tangled in her white hair and his face was crinkled because of his smile. Katara had never seen her brother smile like that.
Yue, the white-haired girl, chuckled at something Sokka said in whisper. Katara didn't want to interrupt his brother and his love but she almost tripped over her own foot as she tried to hide behind the wall. Regaining her balance, she looked up at the couple who was now silent. Yue had pulled away from him and stood awkwardly beside him. Sokka gave his clumsy sister an annoyed glare as Katara started to approach the door to her room.
"Princess," she muttered. Yue's sapphire eyes widened at Katara's casual greeting before she bowed to the bender. Yue was the princess in the Northern division of the United Tribe. Chief Arnook, her father, and her had come down to talk about the latest developments of the war.
"Yue," Sokka softly said, before he placed a hand on the girl's back. Katara gave her a subtle nod before the girl moved away from his touch and made her way down the hallway. She kept her head down as she passed fellow princess and walked down the stairs. When she looked up at her brother, he had a look of disbelief on his face.
They weren't close nowadays, but they had been years ago. After Katara learned about her bending, he started to cling mostly to Taza, their older brother. It saddened her to see that the only family she had left shunned her ever since she learned about her abilities.
Sokka opened the door to his bedchamber and slipped inside, and Katara, hesitating at first, did the same. Once she closed the door behind her, she shed her parka and the seal skin snow boots. Grabbing the matchbox off her desk, she lit one for the lamp next to her lamp and threw another into the fireplace in the far left of her room.
A giant glass window took up the whole wall on the opposite side of her room. It gave her a view of the city. Huts made of ice and snow stood facing her room. Fire burned bright from the small windows in the ice. It had been late in the night when her and Hama had returned to the palace, so she wasn't surprised when the torches around the tribe had begun to dim. Soon it was just the light from the moon cascading over the tribe.
Buildings in varied heights laid close together in an organized line. In the middle, there was an opening that led deeper into town where the shops, restaurants and a marketplace were. Beyond that, maybe a couple miles, was where large mounds of snow were formed into igloos.
Staring at the window, not really 'seeing', her mind began to wander. Mostly about her lessons and what she needed to improve. She wasn't too familiar with bloodbending since today was only her fifth lesson but it had come to her naturally for some reason. The basics were easy, but in between the full moons she had to learn about the veins and arteries of the body. Bloodbending had spidery and jerky movements, since you had to be quick when it comes to blood. It was almost the complete opposite of waterbending in every way. Waterbending was redirecting the energy, but bloodbending was control and using your opponent against themselves.
Her fingers had trailed softly down the skin of her throat and, without thinking, she started to play with the cool gem of the betrothal necklace. She jerked her hand away like she had been burned and then her face sunk. She had almost went a full day without thinking about it, but now everything came rushing back to her.
The man, Yao, gave her the necklace that now laid still against her throat was a highly-esteemed soldier in the Southern Navy. He was dashing and charming in every way but she had heard what the maidservants said about him. He was particularly well known amongst the brothels.
She remembered asking Hama during one of their lessons, "Why did you never get married?"
The old teacher, at first confused by the question, sighed and placed her hands over her heart. "My dear," she spoke. "When you live in a male-dominated society, you will never be a true equal to your partner. He will see you as his arm candy, as his housekeeper and his baby maker, and I am not any of that." Hama bent a stream of water and started to pass it between her and Katara. "Why do you ark?"
Katara hesitated. She was only eleven when her father told her of the engagement, she wasn't sure of what marriage was at that age. "I'm engaged," she breathed out. She recalled the old woman's had been unreadable except for her jaw becoming tense and her eye twitching. The rest of the lesson they had spent in silence and Hama never brought up Katara's engagement again.
Katara let out a sigh in the warm room. She flopped down onto her bed, exhaustion taking over her body. She closed her eyes, and was fast asleep before other thoughts could take over.
The sunlight streamed through the window of her room, waking Katara. She blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She contemplated staying in the warm bed all day, but quickly dissolved the thought and sprung up from the blanket. She quickly dressed in the navy blue robe near her bed. She walked down the black marble steps to the first floor and scurried hurriedly to the kitchen. Swinging the doors open, a servant boy handed her the usual caffeinated green tea with a splash of honey. A wide smile grew on her slender face as she stood up to kiss the boy on the cheek to show her gratitude. She exited the kitchen, humming a low tune and with a spring in her step as she inhaled the heavenly scent of the tea.
Yawning and blowing air into the scalding tea, she found her betrothed and her father talking in hushed, but excited whispers. She walked over curiously and tapped Hakoda on the shoulder.
Yao, her fiancé, broke into a smile and kissed her on the cheek, and she had to suppress the urge to slap him in the face. "What's going on?" she asked with a forced smile as she wiped his saliva awkwardly from her cheek.
Her father gently gripped her forearm and said, "Darling, we have good and bad news." He turned his head to Yao; the twenty-seven-year-old was as giddy as he could be. She tried hiding the annoyance by blowing a cooling breath to the hot liquid but she wasn't completely successful. "Bad news, Yao and Taza are setting sail for Omashu after a group of rebels had bombed a train of supplies for the troops."
Katara flicked her eyes briefly to meet Yao's cobalt hungry ones. I swear to La and Tui, I will bloodbend this creep to his knees if he doesn't stop looking at me like a fruit tart, she thought. "The good news is that your wedding will be tomorrow, before the mission."
No. The mug dropped to the ground breaking into a million pieces and the scalding liquid burning her bare feet. "Katara?" Yao said with a tone of concern, peering down to her feet with a shocked look on his face. She didn't answer though. Her chest tightened and her breath quickened. Staring in disbelief at her father, she realized her worst day had come, far too early.
She jumped in pain once she realized her feet were burned. Hakoda had ushered over a nearby servant to quickly clean up the liquid from the princess's feet. She tried to slow her breath but couldn't. She had avoided this since she was eleven, but now it all came crashing down on to her. "That's amazing!" she lied.
Their faces were enveloped in smiles. "Meng said she wanted you to try on your mother's dress. She thinks you would fit beautifully in it," Hakoda said, spinning her around and pushed her into a guard. The man caught her by her forearms but not before almost tripping himself. "Take her to the dressing room," Hakoda instructed. The guard nodded in agreement before placing a firm hand in between her shoulder blades.
"Oh Katara!" Meng exclaimed. The little girl, maybe two years younger than Katara smoothed out the front of the white dress. "You're beautiful!" she said, taking a few steps back with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Katara remained expressionless. "You've said that already." It had been hours later since she arrived. They didn't get to trying on the dress until after Meng talked Katara's ear off. "I think I dull and boring," she said. Meng lost her smile, her childlike enthusiasm for Katara's wedding was lost in silence.
"I take it you're not excited to be married off to Yao. He seems wonderful!" Katara almost laughed at that, she had to place a hand over her mouth to keep herself from telling Meng all the horrible things she had heard about her.
"Maybe," she responded. Even if tomorrow would start the rest of her miserable life, she felt happy to be in her mother's wedding gown. It was a traditional gown that hugged the curves of her body and then flared out at the hips. A thin layer of lace covered the silk fabric of the gown. Her mocha shoulders were uncovered but her arms were covered by a sleeve that held on to the dress by a thin piece of fabric. Pearly moonstones were sewed into the waist and sleeves of the dress. Katara ran a hand down the front of the gown and tried to picture her mother wearing it, but sadly, she had forgotten her face.
Something glinted in the corner of her eye. Looking down at the girl with the dreamy look still in her eyes, she held out her betrothal necklace, the one Yao carved out for her. And again, she had thought about what her mother's necklace must've looked like. Was hers just as blue as Katara's? Katara couldn't remember what it looked like either.
Tears started to sting her eyes. She jerked the necklace out of Meng's hands, regretting being so harsh with her, and held it up to her neck. She couldn't clasp it underneath the curly mess of hair that fell to the middle of her back.
The little girl stood on a stool that sat behind Katara, and she wrapped the wiry hair in her hands and lifted it away from her neck. Katara clasped the necklace in place. The cool gemstone felt foreign on her skin. And she didn't notice it at first, but she began to cry. Meng looked over the princess's shoulder.
"Miss?" she questioned. Katara peered over to Meng who still had the curly mess wrapped tightly in her fingers. She tried faking a smile to make it seem like she was crying tears of happiness. But the smile fell just as soon as it had formed onto her face.
"Can I give you advice, Meng?" The little girl nodded. With hesitance in her voice, she looked at the innocent girl, who was short without standing on the stool. "Don't ever get married."
The wedding was short and sweet, at least it was for the guests. They had followed all of the traditions of the tribe, except when Yao kissed her. Cheers and whistles sounded through the night as she struggled to break free from his grip. He left her mouth wet. It was disgusting. During the reception, as she sat with her new husband trying to be composed but she couldn't handle it anymore. The beautiful dress started feeling itchy against her skin and weighed heavily on her body. The bun on her head starting giving her a headache and she had to restrain herself from wringing her hair loose from the tight hairstyle. Eventually, she had enough of the night and snuck out onto Sokka's canoe.
Grabbing a parka discreetly from the coat check room, she ran as fast as the miserable dress would allow her, repeatedly looking back to make sure she wasn't followed. She found the canoe docked near a private dock by the palace. She scanned the area for guards. Seeing none, she untied the rope that kept the small boat from drifting off and pushed herself into the frigid night.
This was probably a moronic idea, but she just needed space. She needed the quiet night to let her collect her thoughts. Leaning against the hard metal, she threw her head back to gaze upon the moon in a waxing gibbous
Tears started to fall down her cheeks but she remained silent. She tried imagining her new life but something made her feel like this wouldn't be her impending future. Maybe it was hope that kept herself thinking that she wouldn't have to deal with being the wife of a soldier. But that was a silly idea. This was her life; as tormenting as that sounded.
The night was cold, but the wedding dress and the parka she stole kept her toasty. The boat drifted with the current until glaciers passed into her vision. They were unmoving with the current but pieces of thick ice bumped into her boat. Staring intently into the black sky, she thought, I could sink this boat.
Fear clenched her chest at that thought but that quickly disappeared. For some reason, she started to actually consider this as an option. She could die with her freedom right here or go back to the palace and live out her life as the wife of Yao. The despicable, womanizing, sexist Yao. She didn't want that. Closing her eyes, she tried convincing herself that she was stupid for thinking about killing herself. What good would come of that? It was for selfish reasons. She would leave behind her family, who might have been distant, but she knew they loved her.
A bump rocked through the boat and her eyes snapped opened to see a glacier that was unlike the ones that surrounded it. This one was almost a perfect circle with a jagged squared bottom. As she studied it, she became transfixed with it. There was something peculiar about this ginormous ice formation. Oh, La, am I going to do this?, she thought as her stomach twisted. If she got this right, she could be free. If she got it wrong, she would live her life out as the cowardly princess who tried capsizing her own boat.
She stood up shakily in her brother's boat, her knees almost buckling. She was lost in a trance as she studied the iceberg longer, someone called to her in the iceberg. Was this just nerves? A part of her wanted to bend the water into a current that floated away from the ice but she couldn't. It was like something had frozen her feet to boat. Suddenly, two masculine voices bounced off the surroundings and into her ears. She whipped her head around to see a slightly larger boat turn a corner. A man sat down in the boat paddling through the water while another stood up and appeared to be looking around frantically. Squinting her eyes through the darkness, familiar faces filled her vision and suddenly fear clenched through her chest. Taza and Sokka's boat waded through the water and as soon as they saw their sister standing in Sokka's boat, Sokka had begun to paddle faster. They had followed her. She thought she was sneaky but not enough apparently.
"Katara!" Sokka shouted. "What are you doing?" he screamed as he saw the boat wobble underneath her weight. She almost fell into the frigid water but composed herself.
This was her only chance. She slammed her foot against the floor of the boat, making the water around her ripple and sending a shock down to the depths of the sea, then turned her heel to direct the shock toward the iceberg. The ice crackled for a moment and then a large crack shot through it. A sense of panic made her stomach drop. Her arms flew up and over her head and suddenly regret filled her. As fright filled the brothers as the scene started to unravel before them, they watched as nothing came crashing down from the glacier. Katara's eyes looked through the cracks of her entangled arms and saw that the glacier had remained still. Confusion clouded her eyes as she wondered what had happened. Had she gotten lucky? Was she shock she sent not powerful enough to shatter the glacier?
At the sound of the water sloshing around became louder, she turned around to see Sokka frantically paddling closer to her, but Taza had reached over his shoulder and snatched the paddle from his hands before he was sent into the waters. Sokka screamed her name over and over trying to get her attention but as soon as she teared her eyes away from them, she was lost in that same trance as before. The glacier was mesmerizing and she didn't know why. Why was she so drawn to it?
It was like her body had a mind of its own. Katara's arms rose up in front of her as she started to close her hand into a fist. When she tightened it, the ice started crackling again. The top of the berg most have cracked open because a blue light started to form. At first it was inconsistent but then with a jerk, it shot out. She fell backwards into the boat. Droplets of cold water shot out and prickled at her skin underneath the parka. The cold water ran down her skin and sent shivers down her spine but she had barely noticed them.
The light started to dim like it started crawling back through the hole at the top of the glacier. Everything went quiet and then the iceberg started to sink into the water. Slow and steady at first until it shot straight down into the depths of the water. Like a creature in the water had gripped it tight and pulled the glacier down with it. A violent wave surged toward her boat and it sent her almost into the water. In panic of freezing to death, she bent another wave to raise the boat higher so it didn't topple over.
She bumped into her brothers' boat, sending Sokka and Taza flying backwards. Sokka sat back up and gripped her shoulders as he started to pull her out of his boat and into the canoe he shared with his brother. The water where the iceberg disappeared in began to fizzle as a boy rose to the top of the water.
She turned around to her brothers, their mouths agape, "Paddle!" she ordered, and Taza threw their paddle over to her. She caught it and began to hurriedly paddle through the water towards the floating boy. Throwing the paddle behind her, she dug her hands into the water. She could feel her arms becoming numb as she reached under the boy's torso. Luckily he was light enough for her to lift into the boat but she still had trouble getting him over the edge.
He laid unconscious in her arms and she looking over his features to see if he was native to her tribe. His skin was a dead giveaway. It was alabaster with a tinge of yellow. Tattoos of baby blue arrows lined his limbs and over his forehead. Where had she seen this before?
The brothers paddled over to their sister. "He's a nomad," Sokka said quizzically. "Why is he on United Tribe territory?"
Taza ignored the question and instead reached over to smack his sister against the back of her head. "What the hell were you thinking?" he shouted. "You could have died!"
Sokka pushed him away from their sister and pulled out a jaw-bone knife, holding it up to his brother's throat. "Don't touch her," he hissed as he narrowed his eyes. Katara was left shocked at her brother's sudden defense of her. He abandoned her years ago after their mother died, but he was still protective like he used to. The corners of her lips turned slightly up but she stopped when the boy in her lap coughed.
They all turned their heads to the nomad. Sokka removed the knife from his throat, but not before sending a threatening glare to his brother, and bent over the side of his boat. The boy blinked his eyes, grey irises poked out underneath his lids. "Water," he croaked. Sokka opened his waterskin and Katara bent a steady stream into the boy's mouth. A small dribble falling down the sides of his mouth.
"We need to get back, I can help."
Taza scoffed, running his hand over the spot where the knife once was, "Your husband wants a word with you," he mumbled and Katara's heart sank.
"Yao can wait," she said. Sokka got in her boat and started to paddle as she cradled the boy in her lap.
When they pulled up to the palace, Katara gathered the boy in her arms. Taza came over to help her but she glared him down. "I got it," she muttered and jogged down to the healers' hut where she found Hama. After giving her a nod of greeting, she laid the boy into the salt pool and began to heat the water of the pool.
She closed her eyes, and bent a small blue, casing of water around his body. During the journey back to the palace, he fell unconscious again. She couldn't help but feel worried for him.
Through her bending though, she desperately searched for the damage in his body but she found nothing. She let out a frustrated groan and the casing of blue fell back into the water.
"Why are you even trying to save him?" a masculine, rough voice called out. Opening her eyes, she saw Yao with his hands crossed over his chest standing on the opposite side of the pool, a disapproving look glossed his features. "He's an air nomad, we should let him die."
She could spit in his face but it wouldn't be good enough. Deciding to ignore him, she began to heat the water to a hotter temperature and kept her hands flat above the pool as the started to meld the water back into the blue casing. There had to be something she missed.
"Katara," he said again. "I order you to stop." Order me?, she thought with a mocking mental laugh, I could squash you like a bug.
She kept her mouth shut, refusing to listen to his incessant orders. Her father and brothers soon arrived behind Yao and watched as Katara closed her eyes and kept her focus on looking for anything that could tell her that the boy was hurt. The second person to scream at her to stop was her father, the third was Taza, then Yao again. Sokka remained quiet, hoping for the boy to survive as well.
"Katara," Hama came in right behind her and whispered in her ear. "Use your blood bending, maybe you could find something that way."
The young woman doubted this would work since it wasn't a full moon. She started swaying her hands and a jerky fashion above the boy's body. She was shocked when the blood in his veins moved with them. A smug smirk enveloped her face. Her family's arguing disturbed her concentration. She let go of the hold on the nomad's blood to see Yao in front of her. He bent down swiftly and wrapped his clammy fingers around her elbow. With a forceful jerk, he brought her roughly to her feet and started yanking her out of the hut.
She was furious and she tried yanking her arm out of his hold. "How dare you touch me?" she shouted at him. He dragged her out of the hut and the fury that burned within clouded her judgement.
Katara broke her arm free, and fell to the snow. It was like something had switched on the princess. A red, hot anger burned in the pit of her stomach. Yao looked at her with wide eyes as she began to focus on the blood that pumped through her husband's legs. And slowly but surely, fear beamed out from his sapphire eyes. She controlled every blood cell, every vein and artery.
Now on his knees, Katara hovered over his body with her hands splayed out in front of her. "You don't control me," she said. She broke the connection between his blood and her bending and walked back into the hut.
After hours in the hut of exhausting work in the hut, Hama and Katara had carried the boy back to Hama's igloo and wrapped him up in an extra parka by the fireplace. The boy seemed to be perfectly fine. She couldn't find anything except for the occasional cut and scrape. She now sat in front of the fire, a foot away from the boy, now in a blue tunic with a black sash around her waist, thick leggings and fur-lined boots. The wedding dress hung on the rack by the opening to the igloo.
It was surprisingly warm inside, despite it being covered in snow and ice. Hama was brewed jasmine tea over the fire and Katara happily inhaled the sweet scent. The old woman scooped the hot liquid into mugs with a metal ladle, then she started handing them one by one to Katara.
"Your wedding was beautiful," Hama commented as Katara grabbed the mugs from her teacher. She waited for Hama to lay the ladle on the snow before handing the old woman her mug of tea.
"Yes it was," she smiled. And she was being truthful, the wedding venue had been decorated from ceiling to floor with wisteria and lotus flowers, despite them not being native to the cold south. The music was elegant and sweet and the ballroom was filled with people Katara loved the most, but not the person she was in love with.
"Shouldn't you be with Yao?" Hama lifted the mug to her lips, but Katara hadn't touched hers, instead started to bend the liquid into a mini whirlpool with her finger.
"Probably, but I don't want to." A cough escaped the boy's mouth, they both whipped their attention from each other to the nomad in the parka.
The boy with the arrows rubbed his shiny bald head and sat up from the parka he laid in. Katara rushed over to him, setting her cup on the ground. Hovering over him, she felt for his pulse on his neck and started pouring out the questions. "What's your name? Do you know where you are?" she started.
"Give the boy some space!" Hama called out. She ignored the old woman.
"Aang," he said quietly. Hama walked over with Katara's untouched mug of hot tea. Aang took it and held it up to his nostrils and inhaled the sweet steam. "This smells amazing," he commented, taking a sip before setting the ceramic cup in between the fireplace and the parka. Hama smiled thankfully at him.
"What were you doing in the iceberg?" Katara asked in a soothing voice.
"An iceberg?" he asked, confused. Then his eyes widened and shot out from the parka -literally, shot out at least two feet in the air and ran out of the front of the igloo. "Appa!" he called. Hama and Katara shared a confused look before they crawled out after him. She had barely gotten out when a ginormous creature landed right in front of him.
A shriek escaped her mouth and she fell backwards into the snow, landing right on to the old woman's lap. "What is that!" she screamed.
"Calm down!" he shouted back in a giddy voice. "It's my bison." Aang hopped on to the giant Appa, and hugged his snout. "I missed you buddy," he whispered into the soft fur.
The bison came over to where Katara laid, and licked her face. His hot, smelly breath making her want to puke. "Aghh!" she exclaimed.
"He likes you!" he cried. Aang rushed over to Katara and helped the bender up from the snow. "Was I really in an iceberg?" he said, his eyes now sullen.
"Yes," she mumbled. Aang's face sunk.
"Do you know how long?" Aang questioned. Katara shook her head. "Where are we?"
Katara crossed her arms. "Do you really not know?" she scoffed. "You're in the Southern division of the United Tribe."
"United Tribe? I thought this was the Southern Water tribe?" Oh my La, how long has he been in that iceberg?, Katara thought.
"The north and south haven't been separate for a hundred years," she said, a confused tone lacing her words. "How long were you in that iceberg?"
"I don't know," he said, rubbing the back of his head. A stern look crossed his face. "I need to speak to your chief."
Katara was taken aback and when she was about to protest, Hama pulled her to the side. "My dear, I would be careful, that boy is protected by a powerful spirit." Hama had an unsure look on her face, she looked back at the boy, who had returned his attention to the large bison.
And then with tight lip, the old woman said, "I think he might be the avatar."
AN: Huge thanks to my new beta SeraNeko-chan!
AN: A continuation of clearing up understandable confusion wonderful reviewer.
1. Hama is able to brew jasmine tea because of trade from the Earth Kingdom.
2. Flashbacks will most likely to occur in the story to show how Katara knows plantbending. I didn't think, while writing this chapter, that the story behind it would be important. Now I realize, because of your review, that it could actually aid in the development in her character.
3. Gran-Gran won't appear in this fanfiction. It will come to light as to why.
4. Katara's and Sokka's problems will be revealed later in the story. I have gave reference about how they were distant and weren't as close as they are in canon. But to find out why they are like this, you'll have to read further.