Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Everything, except plot and my own original characters, belongs to Nickelodeon, Mike, and Bryan. How ever before reading my story, you might want to read Silk by Musicbender. This is a sequel to that story.
It was a warm summer night. The sea was kissing the glowing full moon. The star danced across the dark blue sky. The waves crashed along the shore. A nice warm breeze came in from the west. The the castle of the southern water tribe, which is always facing the moon, admired her beauty. In this castle something special was about to happen, a child is about to be born.
The palace was as cold as ice, but glimmered like the ocean. Deep inside the palace had been heard the painful cries of a woman. Servants rushed back and forth from the woman's room. Two nurses were inside her room. "My lady, please relax...," one nurse said.
Breathing heavily she cut the nurse off and snapped, "Don't tell me to relax! I'm in a lot of paAAAIIINNN!"
The contraction hit her. "My apologizes my Lady. Now you must inhale, exhale," the nurse said shyly.
Katara was ashamed for yelling at her nurse that was trying to help her through this agonizing labor. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. She screamed. The pain shot through her, she couldn't handle the pain anymore. She wanted this child out of her.
The nurse began to soothe her with her words, "It's alright child. Inhale, exhale, breath easily."
Katara pushed. The nurse happily said, "The child is coming!"
The nurse on Katara's left calmly said with a hint of sarcasm, "One more push your highness and this nightmare will be over."
Katara gave a warm smile to the nurse, then she gave a push. A child's cry was heard through the castle. "Congratulations your highness, you have given birth to a healthy baby girl," the nurse said joyfully looking at the child.
"Karai, inform the chief his niece has been born," the nurse commanded the servant girl.
"Yes ma'am," the said as she bowed respectfully and left.
Sweat trickled down from Katara's forehead. The nurse to the left wiped the sweat from her temple. Katara held her arms out towards the nurse that held her child. The nurse looked at Katara happily. She knew she was eager to see her baby.
"Lian I would like to hold my baby," she said exhausted.
"Your majesty, may I present to you the little monster that caused you so much pain in the past 17 hours," she said sarcastically.
Katara giggled, "Even a monster deserves love."
Lian knew she would be an excellent mother. Even if she was going to raise the child alone.
Lian smiled and said, "That's good you think that way my Lady. You make a very fine mother. Should we inform the father of the child."
Katara began to remember the man she once called love. She remembered his golden eyes, pale skin, and dark black hair. She would have married him, but the sages would have never allowed the marriage. The fire nation would have only allowed the Fire Lord to marry with in the nation. "No Lian, he must never know this child exists," Katara said with such saddness in her voice.
"As you wish my Lady, but right now it's time to feed her," Lian said finally handing the child to her mother.
As Lian handed her baby over, Katara said with a smile on her face, "She is so tiny."
The baby fed off her mother's breast. Katara began to see the child's physical appearance. She had dark black hair and pale skin like her father. Katara, at the moment, had mixed feelings about the child. One part of her was filled with joy. The other worried that her child would not be accept in the tribe. Either way she was going to love her child, just like her mother loved her. No matter what the tribe thought of this "little monster". If my people don't accept her as one of us, my brother will imprison all of them.
The baby yawned and slightly opened her eyes. Her eyes were as blue as the sea. She had her mother's eyes. Katara filled with tears. She has my eyes, she has my eyes.
Seeing the tears wanting to burst out of her eyes, Lian asked, "What are you going to call her?"
Katara looked at Lian then back at her baby, "A child as beautiful as you, must have a beautiful name."
Katara looked at the window and saw the moon. She the waves touch the icy shore. " I will call you Nami, after the beautiful waves the sea makes," she said with so much love in her voice.
"Your highness, I'm sorry to bother you, but your niece has been born," said the servant girl.
"Don't worry about it Karai, this meeting can wait. What is important is we have a new member to the royal family. Go and inform my wife," the chief said.
"Yes your majesty," she said and bowed respectfully.
He went down the icy hallway and entered her room. She was sitting in her soft blue and white bed. He hade made sure his little sister had nothing but the best. After all, he did promise their father to watch after her right before their father died. He approached the bed slowly. "Sokka, look what I made," she said with a smile on her face.
Gently pinching the baby's cheek he said, "Ewwwww, she is so squishy."
Katara couldn't help it and she laughed at the ridiculous comment. Looking up at her brother she softly asked, "Would you like to hold her?"
"Y-Yes, of course," he said hesitantly.
Katara carefully handed the child to Sokka. "She is so beautiful," he said beginning to tremble nervously while holding the baby.
A voice was heard on the other side of the room, "I hope your not going to this nervous when holding our future children," joking she said.
"Hahaha, of course not, well maybe, I don't know," he said shyly.
She came up to him and peeked over his strong shoulders. She could see the tiny face of her niece. She gasped, "Katara, she is very beautiful. What did you did decide to name her?"
Katara looked at Sokka and sarcastically said, "Well at least someone remembered to ask."
"Hey! I was going to ask. It's just... she beat me to it," he complained.
"Her name is Nami. Thank you for asking Suki," she said warmly.
Sokka ignored the comment and headed towards the balcony of the room. The balcony was made out of thick icy, just like the rest of the palace. Sokka wanted to show the baby the tribe and how the moon glowed on the sea. A warm breeze gently kissed Sokka's face and he began to speak soothing words to Nami, "Nami, there once a time when all of the nations were at war with The Fire Nation. A brave hero and a member or two of each nation, even a member of the fire nation, joined forces to stop this war. To stop the death of millions of innocent people. In the end the team won, but at a cost. The brave hero killed the tyrant, but where there is death; there always will be death. In return the tyrant's ruthless daughter killed the brave hero. This is what is called a pyloric victory. We earned our freedom that day, but at a cost. You are different Nami. People are afraid of what is different. You don't look like one of us, but one of your father's nation. The people of this tribe might reject you. But do not fear Nami, my wife, your mother, and I will not let that happen. We will always protect you."
But that was year ago she was no longer a baby. She now a young beautiful woman of the age 16.
Author's Note: Well that's chapter one. Not bad for my first story. Well I don't think it's that bad. Please review and I might put up chapter 2 by next week.