New to the fan fiction world.. and this is my first one, so don't kill me if it's terrible! :3 I love to write and I love Avatar.. thus this baby was made. I know it's short, but it's based off a drawing by *Kuro-Akumako on deviantart called "Zutara Taken"
Katara snuck away to her room and lit a few candles in memory of her husband, Zuko. Although it had been a year since his passing, there were those few nights she needed to spend alone. Tonight was one of those nights. Her grief was overwhelming, and she missed him beyond imagination. She just wished he were there tonight, holding her, telling her he loved her one last time.
The incense she lit reminded her so much of Zuko, for it was his favorite. As she took in the scent, she began to reminisce. Memories of their times together flooded her mind. Those joyful times were precious treasures to her. It was all she had left of her husband.
And then she remembered his death. It was unexpected and tragic. Zuko had fallen ill and passed away within a month. He was succumbed to his bed and was rapidly deteriorating. Her husband, once strong and proud, was in his weakest state ever. His body began to shrink as his illness worsened.
She tried to hold the tears back, but it was futile. She couldn't explain why, but anger began to overtake her. Not only was she suddenly ripped apart from him forever, but there was their son. Their beautiful boy was left without a father. She had dreamed of the day when Zuko would teach him to firebend. Those dreams had since fled her mind the day he died. He would never really know how amazing his father was, how kind, how loving, how strong…
In a fit of frustration, Katara slammed the small table, knocking the candles over in the process.
"How could you!" she cried, thinking Zuko would actually hear her.
The tears fell like a forceful waterfall. She could feel her eyes swelling and her heart aching as these thoughts rushed through her mind. She placed a hand to her head, for she was getting a headache from all of her sobbing.
Suddenly, she felt a calming spirit around her. It was pleasant and comforting. She imagined it was Zuko, gently touching her shoulder and embracing her like the days before his illness. Katara felt a small, subtle smile creep on her face at the thought of her husband being there with her. It was almost as if he said, "I'll always be here".
She heard a still, small voice say, "Mother?"
Katara quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves as she turned to the doorway to see her small son standing there. She smiled as he ran into her arms.
"It's ok Mother," he said innocently. She looked into his big, amber eyes and embraced him.
She now realized she was wrong. Her memories weren't the only thing left of her husband. She had her son, who resembled Zuko in every way imaginable. Whenever she felt lonely, whenever she felt sad, all she had to do was look at her son.. his son.. their son.