Please Say You'll Think of Me

Olivia Georgiana

Fan Fiction:

Katara

Zuko

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Disclaimer: Please understand that I do NOT own ATLA. This is a fictional story coming from my imagination! Thanks, and enjoy!


Prisoner

"Why the Firelord? How do you know my name?" Questions were flowing through my head. I want answers, damn it!

The guard laughed at me. "Everyone knows your name in the Fire Nation, you're one of the most wanted here. Same goes for your friends. But, with the Firelord, I'm not so sure. If it was my choice," he leaned down, closer to my face. I could smell the alcohol drifting from his mouth. The other guards already chained me to the wall, and if I looked down, I would be showing a weakness. I really didn't want to be taken advantage of right now either. The guard finished his statement, "I would use you for personal pleasures."

My teeth clenched and I stared at him with my blue eyes, which I was pretty sure would be turning a darker blue due to the light and lack of water. I wasn't all that worried; my knees were touching the hard surface below…stone. Toph could have me out of here in seconds. The guard laughed again in my face and then closed the metal gate.

"Ren will be here shortly to continue with your service here in the Fire Nation."

Then he left. Who the hell was Ren?

"Katara?"

My eyes slowly fluttered open by the calling of my name. I must've fallen asleep. I pulled myself back up and because of my arms being chained directly behind me, they grew stiff. I was not going to show weakness.

"Yes?" My voice was scratchy, mostly to do with the lack of water.

I finally saw who the person was. A woman not much older than me, but looked motherly.

"My name is Ren, I watch over all the women here in the Palace. I'm here to show you your duties, and what is to be expected of you here in the Fire Nation palace."

"Why me?"

"Oh, my dear. I know I'm not supposed to say anything, but because of your close relationship with the Avatar, the Firelord has requested to capture you."

"I'm a trap?"

Ren looked away, but when she looked back at me her eyes slowly collected water. "Anyway, first we must bathe you, and then dress you. I believe the Firelord wishes to speak to you before you receive your…um, duties."

I looked at her with wide eyes. "What?"

"I know you probably don't want to see him, but as long as your in the Fire Nation he is your leader. What he says goes. I'm sorry Katara, but that's how things work around here. I learned the hard way about not listening," she lifted one sleeve, and bright red scars shone from her flesh. "I didn't listen and in return I was whipped, with the same fire that captured me. After awhile, some of the girls that came to the palace were extremely scared and they treated me like I was their own mother. So again I'm sorry Katara, I really wish I could help, but I can't."

That was that. I didn't question Ren anymore. I knew she felt bad about having to take care of me. She helped me over to the bath which I asked her to put freezing water in it. I was too weak to bend and Ren helped me bath and then dress because I was even too weak to put clothing on. Afterwards, she fed me, with some strange Fire Nation broth. To me, it didn't really have a taste mostly because I was too hungry to even taste it. We hardly talk after our last conversation and I thanked Ren mentally for that.

Then I knew I had to go…se him, the person that almost everyone wanted dead. Ren led me to the room, where she said was his study. I relaxed a little, thanking the spirits that it wasn't a bedroom.

"The Firelord requested the appearance of Katara," said Ren to the guards, standing outside the room. The two guards looked at one another and the nodded. The one guard opened the door and let me walk through. I glanced back at Ren before the door closed, and she gave a small smile. I looked in front of me and saw the Firelord. This was the closest I ever came to him. If only I had a little water, he would be dead. The people here knew better though and I was so dehydrated, I would've loved a glass of anything.

"Katara," said the Firelord, he looked up from whatever he was working on. "Around here, people bow to me."

I didn't move. I wasn't going to show any kind of courtesy to him; in response his eyebrows shot up, surprised in my rejection.

"Do you wish to be punished?" he asked and a shot of red flame exits him palm and disappears in thin air.

I'm ready to be sentenced to a death penalty instead he changes his mind.

"You still have that rebellion mind in you, that won't do," he started. "Here is your punishment. For not showing respect to your new leader, you will hereby be broken by my son, Prince Zuko. You will fulfill your punishment, and if you don't bad things will happen. Not just what happened to Ren, but worse."

I swallowed. I'm supposed to work for Prince Zuko? That evil bastard, who has no right to control me.

"Take her away!" The Firelord commanded and Ren walked into the room and took me by my arm.

When we were far enough from the room she asked me what he said.

"I'm—my punishment is to work for Prince Zuko. The Firelord said I need to be broken. So what does that mean? I'll have to clean some rooms until I'm 'broken'?"

"No, Katara, being 'broken' by Prince Zuko means you are now his concubine."