Her whole world colapsed with just one phone call. She started sobbing when the line went dead. Sitting on the pavement, just outside the local food market, with her face in her hands, with people just walking by. How could they just keep going about their daily routine when she just recieved the worst news of her live?
I better call Sokka. She thought.
And tell him what? That I know how he feels? Because I don't. Of course this is ripping my insides apart, he was my father too, but we never shared that special bond like they did. It's probably understandable. Sokka is the first born son. They bothed liked the same things. Fighting is something that they really did have in common. They would spend hours together working on battle tactics, even though the war was over and there was almost no need for fighting. Sometimes I think they just did it to spend time together.
Sokka must be broken.
I can't believe he's dead!
First my mother and now my father.
Her mind started wizzing. It was her grandmother who called to deliver the bad news.
Her father has died just a few hours ago from an attack on their home town. Being the hero that he was, he thoughtlessly charged at the leader of the clan. One of the soldiers who was trying to protect his king, stabbed him right there on the spot while everybody watched. After that the leader said that this was a warning to anybody who would stand in their way, and then they left. Just like that.
Everybody ran to their fearless leader and tried to help ,but it was too late. He had already died of too much blood loss.
If I had been there I could have healed him! If I had just been there!
Katara blamed herself for leaving, but knew that she couldn't do anything about it now.