Hi! This is an example of what I said earlier: this is the second chapter I've written, but it really should go first. It's really just a, well, I guess it's called a drabble. I'm not really sure.. Anyway, hope you like it!
Katara was always so patient and understanding. Aang could remember countless times in which he'd said something totally stupid, that sounded so much better in his head than it did out loud or didn't come out quite the way he meant it. But Katara always understood what he meant. He always saw the best in him and brought out the best in him. Katara's best didn't need bringing out, she was always her best, Aang thought. Sh was always his biggest supporter. Not only that, she was a teacher, a mentor, a competitor, a healer, a trusted friend, a wise advisor, and countless other things. She was his hope, his light, his love. If only he could find a way to tell her that. Instead, as Aang stepped of the platform after Zuko's coronation in to a cheering crowd where he yound Katara, he opened his mouth to speak and found that nothing came out. Would things be different now? "Aang, are you okay?" Katara asked. It was going to be a long night.
Okay, there you have it! Thanks for reading! Any thoughts?