Hayyyyyyyyy guyssss! so at the request of a very special someone, I decided to finish this story up. It'll be this chapter and the next, and an epilogue if you guys want one ;) It's been a really long time, who knew I'd be back? Certainly not me ehehehe, so show Samantha Morscoe some love for getting me back here and finishing up this epicly long story, maybe stop by and check out her profile/work? xoxoxo love you guys
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"It's hopeless, little girl. In mere minutes, the poison will stop his heart." Zhao laughed thickly, running his fingers along his blade and grinning from ear to ear. He seemed to be savoring the pure power emanating from his sword, savoring the deliciousness of inflicting such a severe wound. "There's nothing you can do."
Aang collapsed to the ground, moaning in pain as blood poured out from his arm. Within seconds he was soaked in scarlet, his face pale. His squeezed his eyes shut, struggled against his bindings, slowed, and went limp.
Katara tore her eyes away from the gaping wound on Aang's arm, snapping her head upwards while her face twisted into that of pure rage.
"HOW DARE YOU!" she shrieked, her hands shooting out to the side. With shaking fists, she drew her arms slowly towards her chest.
The sky began to grow dark as clouds drew together. Katara's fists moved slower and slower, almost coming to a stop. The enormous amount of energy coursing through her movements began to radiate an almost intangible power. The sky grew darker and darker.
Then, abruptly, her hands flew downward, and a loud boom rumbled through sky. Katara screamed out, fueled by her anger, with a large release of energy rippling out of her fingertips.
It burst out raining.
Zhao, completely unfazed as the large torrential downpour began battering him, began to chuckle throatily. "So what, I slash your little loverboy, and you make it rain? Don't make me laugh, you pathetic waterbender," he yelled over the rain. "Do you have no better tricks up those tattered sleeves of yours?"
Swinging his sword from side to side as he approached her, he stopped a few feet in front of her. Running his fingers along his sword once more, he glared at her through the pouring rain.
"Princess, today is the day that you DIE!" He laughed loudly as he raised his sword towards the heavens, completely drenched and ready to execute the young princess himself.
Katara, crippled from the large release of power, desperately tried to pull together some rain to defend herself, but the water only slipped past her fingers, unresponsive.
A white flash of light. Lightning cracked down through the sky and pierced through the rain, striking Zhao's sword. With a scream and a tumbling wisp of wet smoke, Zhao crumpled to the ground.
Gasping, Katara stumbled backwards, clutching her throat and struggling to breathe. She looked down at Zhao's body, and up to the sky. Something was off about that lightning, she thought to herself, looking about worriedly.
Her eyes fell on Azula, her two fingers still smoking from the lightning she had used to murder Zhao. A wicked, strange smile flicked across her lips. "Why hello there. A pleasure to finally meet you, princess," she called to Katara, over the rain. "Or should I say, former princess?"
Katara cautiously backed up, unable to see clearly through the rain. "Who are you, may I ask?"
"Queen Azula, and I see you have met my consort," she gestured to Zhao's body. "Or, former consort, rather."
"Qu-queen?" Katara shouted, shocked. "Queen of what?" Azula responded with a loud, melodious laugh.
"I have been amassing power through various means, and my most recent endeavor has been taking over France," she replied coolly, glancing up at the rain. "And what fun it has been, using the oaf Zhao to gain control over this sorry excuse for a country." She glanced up again, and looked down at her coat. "This rain has drenched my clothes, I command you to cease it immediately."
Katara slowed the fall of the rain to a light drizzle with a slow flick of her wrist, keeping her eyes locked on Azula's hands. "Why did you kill Zhao?" she asked, her voice low.
"Ah, he was only a means to an end, I would have killed him eventually. He was quite good at getting in my way," she said, flashing a smile. "Though he did serve his purpose, I will give him that."
Both women looked over to Aang as he stirred, sitting up from the wet ground.
"Aang!" Katara began running over to him as he pushed himself to his feet.
Azula's nostrils flared. "Avatar," she snarled under her breath.
A raging fireball sliced through the air towards Aang, who threw himself out of the way just in time as the flames singed his soaked clothes. He fell towards the ground once more, crying out in pain. Katara shouted, furiously whipping her head around just in time to see Azula throwing a punch towards her face.
Katara brought her arms up to shield her head, but Azula stopped short and ducked underneath her arms. Swooping down and scooping up the incapacitated Aang with great strength, Azula began making her way back towards the castle at a brisk pace.
"What the hell are you doing?" Katara yelled, sprinting after her as soon as she realized what Azula had done. The only reply she got were fireballs being launched, one after another, towards her. She managed to barely move out of the way, struggling to dodge the onslaught of fire. Walls of fire erupted from each impact, sending torrents of heat in all directions.
Moving her hands quickly, she began using the water falling around her and channeling it towards Azula, hoping to catch her off balance or stop her retreat. Still struggling due to her weakened state, she mustered as much strength as she could into each attack.
Using her free hand, Azula reached into her pocket and began pulling out fistfuls of the mysterious black powder. She tossed it into the air towards Katara's water attack, causing the water to explode in a fiery blast. Throwing bigger and bigger waves of water toward Azula only resulted in bigger and bigger explosions of black powder and water, making it difficult to see through the smoke and flames.
Azula was nearing the gate, and Katara could not approach any closer due to the unrelenting barrage of fireballs and black powder. Focusing in on Aang, Katara drew a deep breath. She would only get one chance before Azula reached the gate. Once inside the castle what she would do with Aang afterwards would most certainly be malevolent.
Spreading her hands wide, she called out to every possible molecule of water, summoning it at breakneck speed from the sky, the ground, the air itself. A huge wave ballooned out of nothingness, rocketing towards Katara's back. Lifting her into the air and flooding towards the castle, Katara rode the massive wave directly towards Azula as she pulled another fistful of powder out of her bag.
In one fluid motion, Katara snatched Aang from Azula's shoulder and clutched him to her chest as she rode the wave over Azula's shocked form. Landing and falling to the ground from the huge force of the wave, Katara watched the water explode into a giant eruption of flame as the water reacted with all of the powder in Azula's bag. The loudest boom she had ever heard ripped through the air, with nothing but smoke remaining.
Katara hurriedly turned to Aang, with the threat of Azula gone. He lay on the ground, his arm bleeding profusely, his face blank, his eyes closed. She pressed a hand to his cheek.
His skin was cold.
"No, no, no!" she protested, summoning water to heal his arm. Her fingers trembled. She could not control the tremors that wracked her hands; she felt the life begin to leave Aang's body, the poison closing around his heart.
"No," she whispered. "No!" She fanned her fingers around the wound, willing it to heal. Her fingers would not stop trembling. Drops from the sky marked her already-soaked clothes. The skies opened up and rain began to fall once more, enveloping her in her despair.
Tears slid down her face, mixing with the cold rain on her cheeks. "Aang!" she cried out, the tears falling harder and harder with the rain. "Aang don't leave me!" She placed her forehead on his chest in defeat. Her vision blurred, the fabric of his shirt came in and out of focus. Tears streamed down as she squeezed her eyes shut, her body shaking, wracked with sobs.
It was almost luxurious, how she completely surrendered herself to grief and despair. She threw her head back, sobbing, her throat constricting as strangled cries escaped her lips. The wash of rain on her face only served to deepen the emptiness swallowing her from the inside.
Her brother and friends looked on from afar, unsure of what to say or do. They had just witnessed immense, immeasurable power, along with unimaginable tragedy. Toph gripped Sokka's arm tightly, her bottom lip trembling. "Sokka… Sokka what do we do…?"
Sokka looked away, closing his eyes in remorse. "I… I mean… Aang…"
Mai clutched Zuko's hand, her expression difficult to read. "That poison… I've dealt with it before. There's no escaping the brutality of it. I am… so sorry." Her brow furrowed, her eyes downcast.
Toph froze, unable to move. Sokka sensed her tense up, and was unable to stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.
"He's… he's gone."
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~momo