Summary: She unfurls herself, like a bobbin, into their tapestry of politics.
Genre: Political/Drama
Pairing: Katara/Zuko
BITTER LITTLE SPIRIT
Over the next week Katara wondered if she truly had intended to kill herself that day. Yet the more time that passed, the more blurred events became and her uncertainty became more sever. She had felt a pull to the sea and in the immediate aftermath of the experience she placed the responsibility on La. La must have drawn her to the shoreline. La must have put the thought in her head. La made her swallow water like air. The argument sounded more foolish every time she reviewed it.
What if Katara had wanted to go to the shore line? Katara was the one who wanted to waterbend. Katara wanted to drown. This alternative made her want to be sick, so she pushed it to the back of her mind.
She chose to focus on other things, like sneaking out of the village (since her father had effectively grounded her from leaving their home since the incident). Most days she was caught and once she was caught she was forced to remain grouped up with the other children, under the watchful eyes of either Kanna or Hakoda. She was forbidden from exploring, she was forbidden from chores, and she was unequivocally forbidden to waterbend. But Sokka had begun boasting about his sister's newfound mastery of the art and soon every child in the village had their eyes trained on her. They scurried about, whispering, giggling, gasping, all at Katara's expense. They never approached.
Katara grew from child to spirit and what a bitter little spirit she was. A bitter little girl, controlled by a bitter little spirit, here to bring bitter little mischiefs upon their village.
And if there was no way of changing that opinion, Katara thought she might as well put on a show.
Word Count: 296
N/A: Maaaaannn, this is dark :z Any criticism for this bleak piece of work is welcome :3