She stared into the water restlessly, its surface rippling as it showed her image in the water. Soft moonlight touched it as she waited impatiently. The moon was the source of her power to waterbending. It connected to her, spoke to her with its silver beauty, making her feel alive. The night before something had happened to her that never had before. Perhaps it was because the night of the full moon was approaching, but to be honest she had no idea. Only guesses. Only theories. Tonight though she hoped to see something again. The memory of last night returned to her as she waited, the silence speaking in her ears, whispering….
Blue eyes gazed back at her joyously from the water, but they weren't hers. They were lighter, almost tinted like grey clouds waiting to thunder. Quickly a face had formed, revealing a small boy who looked at her happily. She could see that he was laughing, yet the water was loud as the night. A shadow of a figure came behind to boy, revealing a dark woman with long hair. She grasped him as he ran to her and held him in her embrace. The woman turned around and regarded her carefully before returning her attention back to the boy.
Katara had known that women when she had see her last night, just as she knew herself. The boy was her son, a possible future, or the future, she didn't know. He was beautiful though and he had the same humor in his eyes that she had come to love in eyes so similar. Could it be possible? Was he his son too? Mortals weren't suppose to know the future as spirits do, she knew this. She also knew the words the fortuneteller had spoken to her, "a powerful bender…." It could easily be him, and why not? A change in the water caught her as she thought, drawing her out of her reverie. The moonlight intensed on the water, becoming brighter till it shone light enough for her to see clearly. It was different this time…
An older child wrestled carefully with a toddler, who giggled and shrieked with laughter. The older child was a boy with dark skin like hers'; Katara almost sighed, it wasn't the same boy as before, she had hoped it was an older version, but that boy had been pale. The dark-skinned boy had hair that was pulled up properly in a knot, but disheveled from his rough-housing. The toddler was a girl with pale skin whose blue eyes were alight. Her eyes were strangely slanted, unlike her own, and her hair was true ebony black. The boy suddenly halted and turned to look around himself as another tall figure entered the scene. Katara sucked in her breath…the boy's eyes were flaxen and the man who hugged his son, gazed at her lovingly with the same flaxen eyes and whispered a word. She couldn't hear it and she didn't want too as she turned away from the water with horror.
It wasn't possible! That future was fake, it couldn't exist at all! She…she…knew the word he had said though, even though she couldn't hear it…."Katara." She was afraid to look into the water again, terrified she'd see things she wouldn't want too. Some things are better left unknown, she realized, and she didn't look for the eyes in the water ever again.
Years passed and she smiled as she stared at her firstborn. His eyes shimmered at her, the same eyes as his father's, and she had seen them before.