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"Here's a little gift for you peasant!" A Firebender said. He used his Firebending to design onto Katara's face. Katara has never seen Firebending used in such way. She grunted a little at the sting.

"Is it supposed to tickle?" Katara asked not letting them know she was afraid.

"It's supposed to make sure that we can keep an eye on you." The Firebender said. "If you try to escape, this will track you down!"

Katara's cheek glowed light blue. Now left on her face was a line that starts at the bottom of her left eye and ran downward then left to her jaw, and a small triangle next to the line.


Katara hissed as the servants put her in the bathtub, scrubbing her roughly. As soon as the bath was finished, they sat her on a chair and combed out her hair. The combed it until it was pin straight. They put perfume all over her. Katara now smelt like spice and cinnamon. They gave her a very tight revealing top and a short skirt. Katara felt so exposed as they sat her, in what she guessed, Zuko's room. Katara waited patiently for him. As soon as the door opened and when Zuko stepped in Katara threw a pillow at him.

"You jerk!" Katara screeched. As Zuko dodged the pillows.

"What's your problem?" Zuko asked.

"You!" Katara screamed. "Thanks to you the Avatar's dead, thanks to you I don't have my bending and thanks to you I'm scarred!"

"What?" Zuko asked confused. He then fell on the floor as the biggest pillow hit him in the stomach. Katara, satisfied smirked as she sat down on the bed.

"They gave me some herbs that took my bending away for a while, so I won't fight back!" Katara huffed. "They also Firebended this mark to my face! So I won't escape."

"I'm sorry." Zuko said. He knew what it was like to be burnt. "Let me get you some ice."

"No thank you!" Katara cried. "You've done enough!"

"Katara,"

"I can't believe I ever trusted you," Katara said quietly. "I thought you had change, but you're nothing more than a rotten, spoiled, selfish Prince!"

"I know I betrayed you and I'm…"

"You know nothing about honour!" Katara spat. "Those people you call friends and family are just liars!"

"Don't talk to them in that way!" Zuko hissed.

"Really, why not?" Katara asked. "Let me ask you this, why did Azula ask for your help?"

"She wanted me to return as a hero for the Fire Nation."

"As if!" Katara said. "She saw that she was outnumbered!"

Zuko grunted.

"Your father never loved you," Katara continued.

"Yes he does!"

"Then why does he always refer to you as Prince Zuko and not just Zuko?" Katara asked. "If he loved you so much why did he banish you?"

Zuko remained silent.

"Oh and about Mai," Katara said. "If she loved you so much, where was she when you were banished? Did she ever write, visited?"

"She must have been busy…"

"Yeah," Katara said. "For three years…."

"That doesn't matter now, the Avatar's dead and I'm finally home!"

"But are you happy?" Katara retroted. Zuko stayed quiet. He just picked a pillow from off the floor and rest it on his couch.

"What are you doing?" Katara asked suspiciously.

"I have no intention of taking your honour or disgracing you!" Zuko said. "I may had requested you as my concubine but that was just to protect you from my father,"

"Wouldn't matter," Katara muttered. "You're both monsters."

She felt something land on her bed. Her eyes widened as she picked it up. It was her mother's necklace.

"I thought you might have wanted it!" Zuko smirked.

"Well, since the Avatar is already dead, I guess there's no point of using it against me!" Katara tied her necklace onto her neck. She sighed in relief as she played with the soft smooth stone.

"Why do you keep calling him that?" Zuko questioned. "Wasn't he your friend?"

"Sorry your highness!" Katara snarled. "I though you would like it better by using titles, since you only saw him as a prize!"

"Shut up!"

"He was nothing but an excuse for you to get back into the Fire Nation and win your fathers love!" Katara said.

"You know nothing about me!" Zuko growled.

"You feel lost, alone, confused, left out, knowing that no one cares about what you think of, they only see you as status, or what you're expected to do!" Katara screamed. She walked up to him and started pounding him in his chest. "Aang's gone, thanks to you!" Katara started to sob. Zuko brushed her hair out of her face as Katara fell asleep.