Ok, so this is chapter two! Big thanks to hannahnicholle, my first reviewer and the reason this is up so quickly. I forgot the disclaimer last chapter, so it's only fitting that I post this: I DON'T OWN AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER. Ok, you can read now (:
Just as the blackness spread to cover my entire vision, a new voice yelled out.
"Aang, that's Katara!" it screamed, then the ring of fire encasing my body suddenly disappeared. Quickly, I rolled over so the wounds would be cooled with the snow.
Relief swept through me as the burns on my stomach, arms, and legs were frozen.
A concerned face appeared in the corner of my vision, peering over my crisp figure. I recognized the man gently holding me, but as his pace turned from a comfortable stroll into a sprinting run, I blacked out.
My last coherent thought was of the rescuers face. A result of a firebending tragedy, the whole right side of his face exhibited an ugly red scar.
I awoke in a daze, surrounded by various healers who controlled glowing water that would heal the wounds.
The tiny igloo barely held room for the vast amount of people assigned to my critical case. A man stood hunched in the entrance to the makeshift hospital, surveying the scene with his golden eyes.
No doubt my attacker had already fled, fearing his life as punishment for nearly stealing mine. Death at seventeen is not exactly enviable.
"Is it bad?" I croaked, my voice cracking before the third word could escape my lips. The healers looked at me with universal expressions, concern.
"Well, the Avatar is a powerful bender, and your burns are well beyond a simple third degree. We've been able to heal your injuries to an extent, but if you ever regain full use of the burnt limbs, consider yourself a very lucky girl," one of the women replied nervously.
I'm crippled? Slowly, with a driven passion to use my body like before the attempted murder, I commanded my wrist to twist in circles. It jerked back and forth.
"No!" I roared, my cracking voice long forgotten as the emotional pain hit me with such a force that I had to remind myself just how useless a cripple can be.
"It's not possible! I'm Master Waterbender Katara, I can't be immobile!" I screeched, tears leaking out the corner of my eyes.
Once again I commanded my wrist to twist, but it just jerked back and forth. Anger swept through me, and I flung my right arm toward a barrel filled with water.
The element obeyed me without question, and I used my healing abilities on my wrist. Even while I couldn't direct the liquid with my body, it still performed every demand perfectly.
The water wasn't controlled by my limbs or movements, but the affinity for my element.
Then, after only seconds of healing my broken body, the water splashed to the floor, rendering itself useless.
"Katara, your wrist burns have⦠Disappeared," my rescuer whispered in awe.
"Zuko, why are you here?"
