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the plays which spawned this idea (Aida, Antigone). I am not
responsible for any trauma you may go through while reading this piece
of purely fan-made fiction, though I am sorry.
Summary:-post CoD- In an attempt to rescue Iroh, Aang and his companions get caught and captured by Zuko. They have failed again. The only way they can see to save the world now lies with Katara's ability to turn Zuko around.-Z/K-
To Those who Love You
Chapter Nine:
One day, far away from the shores of the earth kingdom, he lets her free on the deck of the ship, deciding he owes her that much. She roams straight to the bow of the ship, a peaceful expression on her face, and starts to play with the water below her.
He watches her do this and is grateful that she is not below deck, with his uncle and the avatar. She wouldn't have had this kind of peaceful expression otherwise. He'll never admit it, but he doesn't like to see her in pain.
While he thinks, staring at the girl before him, a storm cloud makes its way over the horizon. They do not see it, but are made aware of its presence befo-
…It's too late. The skies turn grey as clouds form and grow above them and raindrops lightly tease their skin. Then it grows heavier, and Zuko knows he cannot steer his ship out of the storm.
"Katara."
Her head turns up at his command as the ship begins to sway dangerously. Like a true servant, he thinks. The thought is not a comforting one.
"I need you to keep this ship safe; I need you to waterbend."
She does. He ushers every one below deck as she is at work, bending smashing waves away from the ship. He stares back at her as she moves vivaciously, cutting through each current that comes her way.
She is drenched from head to foot (He thinks he probably is too, but he does not care). She works for hours and he can tell she is tiring out. He sees through the look of determination on her face as her limbs begin to shake.
She is a symbol, he decides; a blazing icon of what this war has cost the world. Her strength is slowly diminishing, similar to that of the rest of humanity.
And he is helping. Here she stands before him, a reminder of what he is doing to the world. He is…a monster.
The thought drops from its post of looming over his head only to sit, perched on his arm and gnawing at his brain.
Then the girl falls-thrown by the wave she couldn't tame with her last bit of strength. Her eyes close before she lands, in Zuko's arms.
He carries her, fighting against rain, wind, and the tumultuous swaying of the ship beneath his feet.
He places her shaking body down on the bed once again, but this time he climbs in with her-keeping her warm with strong arms.
Laying there with her, he thinks of the girl in his arms. The girl who always cares for others before herself. The girl who's life he is ruining every day. Zuko is guilty. He cannot stand the thought that this girl he now cares for so profusely thinks badly of him. She thinks of him as a monster and she is right. He wanted so badly to make it up to her.
His arms tighten around her before he falls asleep.
A/N: I have the next chapter written and typed but I needed a concrete response to this one and I need you guys to focus on this:
I need to know any of my strengths and weaknesses as a writer-things like my use of figurative devices, flow, vocabulary, anything you think is significant or lacking in my writing. Any comments will help! Even the totally brainless "ZOMG INCREDIBLE" comments and flames. no kidding. please.
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