Wrath - Katara
It was not by design that she found herself here. She had simply told everyone she needed a few days to herself. After a year traveling and battling with the Avatar, they were more than happy to give her her space.
She knew what drew her here, however, and she hadn't fought it.
The war had changed the world, and it had changed her as well.
Katara walked the beaches of Whale Tale and waited. Her patience paid off. By the time the sun had set, she had found her target.
He was old, but no different than the last time she had seen him. He hunched over the groceries he brought to his mother. Katara guessed this was some pathetic ritual of his. She wondered, who would take care of his mother once he was gone, but she didn't wonder long.
She followed the man back to his hut. She did not make a sound.
Katara continued to wait until the full moon was high in the sky.
She entered his hut and disarmed him quickly. He hardly put up a fight. She was surprised at how easy it was to do what she couldn't do before.
His body slumped to the ground at her feet. In the next moment she was gone. In the morning, a mother would wail for the death of her child.
She wondered if he would receive a Fire Nation funeral. She wondered who would be there. Did this man have friends or other family?
Would anyone care that he was gone?
She didn't wonder long. Within a day she was back on the mainland of the Fire Nation.
"How was your vacation, sis?" Sokka asked her.
Katara smiled at him smoothly. "It was just what I needed."
