I've done it again. Here I am writing yet another story. Couldn't help it. This idea got onto my brain yesterday night, and it's been stuck with me ever since. I've been searching fanfiction for any recent Kataang stories, and they are becoming more rare by the second as Zutara takes over the Internet. A shame isn't it? Well, here is my contribution to the Kataangers. I'm not sure how long this story will be, but I have a feeling that it may be a hit… Not for my writing, but for the idea. I haven't seen a story like this one before.
Katara is now 19. Aang is 15, and yes, that is a 4 year gap. Seriously, do not give me any bad talk about that. My parents have a 11 year age difference between them, and most married couples that I see are around 4 years apart. Aang is the freaking Avatar, he dies young, according to the show.
This is taking place in the beginning of season 3, right after Aang wakes up from being shot down by Azula. Please give this a try… I'm sure you won't regret it.
WARNING: This is only short because it is a preface. The rest of the chapters will be 3,000 words and above.
Preface
"Did you come alone?"
A small nod was the only answer in return.
"I've heard that you are good at what you do, and more importantly, get the job done quickly." The raspy voice concluded.
Cold, blue sapphire eyes flashed with a fierce spark of recognition.
"You are rather expensive," he paused, feeling the heavy weight of the gold in his pocket. "You are worth the price."
An invisible smirk displayed on the lips of the killer.
"I have a important job for you… You must not tell anyone about this… Am I clear?" He gave off a menacing look, making his scarred eye twitch.
Not a movement, or sound was made in response.
"The Avatar is alive."
Sapphire eyes widen in surprise.
"Find him… and kill him."
A visible malignant smile was the only answer.