Hello people of fanfiction and fans of avatar! This is my first story as of this account. I used to write stories, and my writing style has greatly improved as of three years on fanfiction. I cleared out my old account, and this will be my new one. I might post my old stories… still deciding. Anyways, I thought this up today when I was listening to a song, Going in Blind by P.O.D. this stuff has probably been written over a thousand times since ATLA ended, but I really wanted to write one because the question has bugged me for years and now, my friends, it is time to delve into the universe of avatar and see what would have happened if Aang had lost against Ozai.
Disclaimer: I do not own ATLA, but I do own this story. This is literally the only time I will say this, because after a while it gets annoying.
Red.
All anyone saw was red, as it took over the piercing blue.
Katara ran across a post and flinched as blue fire threatened to set her aflame. She looked around for any source of water, but found the water troughs around the courtyard empty. She crouched down behind the post as her surroundings got scorching hot. Azula was going to destroy this place. She breathed in slowly, moving her hand around in the air in a pattern she had never practiced; she had never had to use the air for water. Her fingers moved in almost a rhythm and droplets appeared in her palm, hovering just above her fingertips. Before long, she had enough to step out of her hiding place only to face someone who had clearly gone mad.
Hair was wild, just as the element she possessed. Eyes like daggers, hands known to kill at any given second. And then she smiled. Not that bubblegum smile people gave to their families and not those goofy grins best friends exchanged. And it wasn't appealing to the eye, nor was it comforting in any way. No, the smile that fire bender wore made Katara's skin crawl, and caused sharp chills to run up her spine. Katara glanced to the side to see a sprawled out Zuko, lying on his back, robes torn up from the blast he had taken. She would have to get this over with quick to heal him.
"Come out to play?" Azula asked, stance faltering. Katara's eyes flickered back to the princes and she held a cold glare. "Too good to talk?"
Katara spoke nothing to her, but her features did all the talking. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust and Azula began to laugh wildly, swaying side to side. The girl's cackles surrounded the air, and lightning flickered between her fingertips. And then, she attacked without another word. She ran toward the water bender, sending a lightning strike toward her. Katara's eyes grew wide, and she jumped to the side just in time to watch the bolt hit the pavement. She landed on her arm, crying out in pain as it broke her fall. The water she held in her grasp splashed to the ground and she turned back to watch as the princes sauntered to her. Azula grabbed the arm she had landed on, tugging her up to stare into cerulean orbs. Katara reached down with her other arm, desperate to get a drop of water to fight with. When Azula saw this action, her palm heated up and a blood-curdling scream ripped through the air.
"The water tribe peasant," Azula hissed, voice splashed with hatred. She lifted Katara's chin with her finger, scraping the underside with her sharp nails. Katara swallowed the lump forming in her throat and looked away over the Zuko, who was desperately trying to help her, but he ended falling back to the ground every time. Katara couldn't even fight back; it was over. She couldn't look at the monster that hovered over her.
"Look at me, peasant!" Azula yelled, shaking her viciously. "I want to watch your face as you beg for me to spare you," she said, and Katara turned back to face her slowly, frowning. She clenched her jaw, staring up at the sky as a threatening red overwhelmed the blue.
"Please," Katara whispered, watching as the slim line of blue faded away and red was all that remained.
"People are saying different things, it's impossible to know. My best bet is that he is in the Capital City Prison. Katara, I'm sorry I couldn't help," the girl said, and Katara sighed, shaking the hair from her eyes.
"No, you did all you could. Thank you, Rina."
The girl smiled, and Katara hugged her in a quick embrace. They were getting nowhere. It was hopeless. When they pulled away Rina suddenly changed her stance and looked to the ground. Katara looked around and noticed the two guards staring at them. Her heart raced rapidly, and she thought for sure it was going to beat out of her chest. What if they knew something was up? If they found out, she'd be dead for sure. Katara tucked her hair behind her ear, straightening up and clearing her throat. She glanced at Rina and the two opposites locked eyes for a moment.
"Thank you," Katara whispered to the other girl as she walked past her and Rina nodded. That was it then, there was nowhere else to look now. No one knew for certain where he was, or if he even was alive. She didn't want to accept it, but the truth started to settle on her now. It was real now; everything was Fire Nation. Ba Sing Se had gone up in flames, and people had been sent to every prison available. Katara had been separated from her group, and had been sent to a prison on the outskirts of the Fire Nation. It had been built to hold the water tribe people, and this place was close enough to hell as she wanted to get.
Like Hama had told her, they pumped in dry air and only gave them water when they were bound. Katara thought Hama was evil, and she was, but this place really was terrible. Rina, like her, was a water bender. She was from the Northern tribe, and though she wasn't a warrior, she was a healer. They became friends quickly, and Katara and Rina talked around to the others at the prison.
She had no idea where her brother, father, or Suki had been taken, but she guessed they had been taken to the Boiling Rock. Rina had told her that Toph was most likely there as well, and that was all she could hope for. Rina knew people around the prison; she had been taken to the prison way before Ozai won. Rina knew Zuko was in the Fire Nation capital; probably where Iroh was as well. Or maybe Iroh was held by the Dai Le; in the catacombs.
But up to that point she had no idea where her friends were. And that scared her. The latest search had turned up empty; no one knew anything. Some people lost all hope and obliged, falling to their knees to the Fire Nation. It was all rumors; no one knew where he was. He could be dead; he could be alive. But it didn't change the fact that she still turned up empty handed.
No one knew where Aang was.
Ok I hope you guys liked the first chapter, and I'll probably update in a few days… I have to go to my grandma's funeral tomorrow :/ anyways, reviews are greatly appreciated and thanks for reading.
