The rain pounded silently on her flesh. She could see the rain drops hitting her but she couldn't feel it. She wasn't cold, nor was she hot. She wasn't really anything. She was empty though. Her heart had burst in her chest and the very breath that kept her going had escaped over her lips. She was a wondering soul. Lost and forgotten, left behind in the desolate waste land of limbo. Her life ended ten years ago, yet she still aimlessly ambled about seeking what she couldn't find. She didn't know what she was seeking, or why she was seeking it. She just knew that a pull tugged at her pushing her feet forward. If she could lay down and die she would, but it was too late for that. Death had already taken over her, with only a single powerful blow to the chest it was all over. She couldn't remember who had done it or why she was fighting. She remembered that something ached in side of her but it was only a echo of a long forgotten memory. She had no reflection, she had no meaning, she had no life. She had to have left something undone in her life, there was something that she didn't do. Otherwise she wouldn't be stuck in limbo between the mortal world and the spirit world.
It was always dark and raining. The feeling of rain would have been a welcomed change but no such relief came to her. Her eyes were void and white and without color. Her skin was transparent and her blood had become thick and gummy.
Memories tore at her mind begging to be remembered, yet they could not burst through the barriers that the reaper had set up a decade ago. Someone meant something to her, but she didn't know who it was, why they were important or what they even meant to her. She knew nothing only that death had not fully welcomed her. She could try and reach out to the spirit realm but only to hit a barrier. She could try and enter into the mortal world but she would begin to disappear the moment she set foot. In the spirit world she was a pollution, unpurified disease, but in the mortal world she was nothing, just a meager whisper of mist floating in the wind.
She looked up and seen beyond the fog, the same man in the mortal world returning to her grave site. This time he was burrying another. She walked over and stared at him. A tickle in the back of her head told her she knew him, but...who was he. She looked down at the woman that was being covered with dirt. She knew her as well.
She fell to her knees and grabbed her head. She couldn't remember. WHY couldn't she remember?! She looked up and seen the man start another hole. A much smaller one. She stood up and looked curiously. He bent down and picked up a small bundle setting it in the hole gently.
The man stood and wiped a tear from his face. He took his staff in his hand and left the graves to their peace.
She watched him continue on his way. She yearned to feel what he was feeling. To know the pain of loss, to feel the tearing of sorrow. Joy, happiness, love, pain all of these things she was sure she had in her life, but none of them could be recalled in the slightest.
She could travel among the mortal world and see the things there, as well with the spirit world, but she could touch anything because of the barriers.
She walked along the graves looking at them with a need to know. To remember. These names these engravings.
"Katara, Sovereign of the Southern Water Tribe, Died in Battle." She stared at the stone. This was her grave, but the words meant nothing to her. Katara? Was that her name? Southern Water Tribe...where she was from? Battle...what battle? She looked down at her hands and frowned, just what had she been through, why was she dead, and why was she stuck..
"Sokka, Heir to the Southern Water Tribe, Died of Anguish." Sokka, the name brought a twinge to her chest, had her heart still been there it would have ached. She knew that she knew the name, and it would appear by the tombstones, that he was her brother... Her family, she couldn't remember. But the grave on the other side of her's was the one that pulled her. She wandered around limbo but always ended up back at the graves a pull drawing her to them.
"Zuko, Prince and heir to the Fire Nation, Died of unceasing Bravery." She reached out and started to touch the headstone but pulled her hand back as it began to fade away. She turned and looked at the two new graves, unmarked. She looked back and seen the man sitting on a rock looking over a lake.
He was in a great deal of pain. His eyes were so full of anguish and loneliness. She felt a need to hug him to tell him every thing would be alright. But why? Who was he? How could she do anything when she didn't know who she was or why she was wandering around searching for something that she not yet what was.
Lost and alone, with out memories, with out company, with no meaning and no purpose. Death...was so empty.