Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar
Spoilers: Book 3 - The Puppet Master.
Notes: My first Avatar fic ever...which is so wierd because Katara is my least favorite character of the Gaang...Huh. Oh well, I really really loved The Puppet Master and the idea of Bloodbending.
Read and review, please! Hope you enjoy.
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When Flowers Fall
We Know it All
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"It's a shame about the lilies…"
Katara shook away the remnants of her dreams – of her own voice and the voice of Hama who never seemed to leave her alone.
"We do what we must to survive…"
She was right, and that was what hurt the most. In order to live in a this world where war was everywhere, when the Fire Nation ran rampant with its spies and its cruelties, all they could do was survive long enough to fight another day.
And she had promised herself long ago that she would see this through to the end – that she would be there for Aang and the others. Katara was going to see the Fire Nation fall, no matter what it took.
"They're just flowers"
The Southern Waterbender rose, ignoring the slightly concerned look her young Avatar friend was sending her. She hadn't been the same since the full moon. She probably never would be.
They weren't just flowers.
She wasn't just a waterbender.
It wasn't just about surviving.
"Shame about the lilies…"
Katara turned away from her brother's ramblings as he roasted something over the fire. She had no appetite for food. She wasn't hungry. She hadn't been hungry. She wouldn't ever be hungry again.
"We do what we must to survive…"
They were just kids. They shouldn't have to deal with the pressure of saving the world, of dealing with psychopathic women who discovered the truths behind Bending.
There shouldn't be truths behind Bending at all.
It's not supposed to hurtful – it's not supposed to bring pain. Katara had always believed that her bending was a form of relief, an expression meant to do humankind a favor. She could help people with her "magic water" as her brother called it so long ago.
Only the Firebenders used their Bending to bring destruction. Not her, never her.
Not until now.
Now that she was beginning to see the true strength behind all Bending.
"They're just flowers…"
But they weren't. After all, if you could pull the water out of plants and control humans through the blood in their veins, what was stopping Katara from pulling the water right out of the humans around her and turning all of mankind, even her own friends, into dead, waterless vessels.
No, they weren't just flowers.
Not anymore.
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End Notes: Definitely not my normal calliber of writing, but I figured it was an interesting one-shot point of view. Hope it was enjoyable to read.