It had been seven years. Seven long years had passed since she had last seen him. Sure, he sent the occasional letter or two, recapping an adventure or reminding her of his feelings for her. But what did that matter? If he truly loved her, then he'd come back and save her from all this. Why wouldn't he come back to her?
These ideas and many others were swirling around in Katara's head as she sat in her room, looking over seven years worth of love letters and occasionally gazing out her window, at a beautiful sunset view of her village in the South Pole. She smiled at the view, thinking about how the village had changed, with the help of Master Pakku and the Northern Tribe. It was now an icy metropolis, muck like the Northern Water Tribe's city. But her smile was short lived. It died on her lips as she looked back at the last letter that Aang had sent her, from almost a year and a half ago.
As usual it told of how much he still loved her and that he wanted to see her more than anything. The part that worried her, however, was towards the end, where it mentioned a dangerous undercover mission into the heart of the Phoenix Fighter's headquarters, a rogue group of fire benders that had been trying to restore "Phoenix King" Ozai to power. She had heard awhile ago that they had been defeated, but heard nothing from Aang. She was suddenly pulled away from her thoughts by loud knock at the door.
"Come in!" she called. Hakoda, Katara's father, entered her room with a pained look on his face. She looked at him with concern, "What's wrong dad?" He sighed, sat next to her, and explained, "Katara, I'm worried about you. I know you miss Aang, but its been seven years now." His heart broke as he saw her expression as she began to understand what he was saying. "Honey, you're twenty one now, and its about time you were married." "But!" she started. "No buts!" he countered, "You're going to be married. I want only the strongest man protecting my daughter from now on, so in five days, we'll be holding a tournament. The winner will have your hand. I'm sorry Katara, but its for your own good." With that being said, he quickly exited the room, his heart breaking even more at the sound of her crying into her pillow.
Later that same day, an entire flock of messenger hawks were sent out to every corner of the world, announcing the tournament for Lady Katara's hand in marriage. The next day, countless ships could be seen clogging up the water ways, all heading for the South Pole.
Hello happy peoples! This is actually my second story, though it'll be the first one I'll finish. For those of you who've seen my other story, don't worry! I will finish it!…. After this one! Hope you guys like this one. Comment if you would, even if they're flames (flamers will burn!) J