Title: forgotten prayers
Summary: the girl who believed in everything becomes so very sceptical. / zutara
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender.
AN: I was writing today and um well you can probably expect at least four more chapters after this sometime soon. And at least two of them are weird AUs.
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He dies with lightning in his heart, love in his eyes and her tears on his chest. Katara wails to the sky.
At first, her screams are silent agony, the sound never pushing past her trembling lips. She kneels on the hard stone and presses her head to his cooling chest. This is the beginning of her mourning.
Then her cries make themselves heard. She is inconsolable, her mind clouded by grief. She throws back her head and clenches her hand into fists and forgets about all those who may be watching.
When she has calmed enough to think, she cries curses to the spirits for not making her strong enough to save him. It begins to rain, but she bends it away in heavy shards of ice that crash up against the already damaged palace.
Eventually she grows tired, and the rain mixes with her tears as she sits again in silence. She twines her fingers through his and listens to the pitter-patter of raindrops on stone. Perhaps, she thinks, perhaps the spirits are crying with her.
Slowly, she tilts her head to the sky and whispers a final prayer, let me die with him. The spirits hear her, but either they somehow forget her desperate plea or do not deem her worthy. Katara is not sure which would be worse.
So she stands, dusts off her tunic and moves on, but her lips stop uttering prayers in the silence of night. If the spirits have forsaken her, then Katara shall forsake them too.