The Little Dipper
Prologue: When it rains, It pours.
It was 2:45am.
Gusts of wind whipped the palace's foliage to the rhythm of heavy rainfall. The streets of Caldera were currently flooded, the Firelord had warned her as a foreigner of his land of what to expect.
Despite the safety precautions, Katara's feet picked up and danced through the flooded halls. As far as she knew, everyone was held up inside to wait out the storm. But Katara had a storm of her own brewing that was yet to pour.
She should be ashamed of herself but Katara didn't care. She wanted to…no, needed the truth.
There is something to be said about a woman scorned. Hell hath no fury, right? At least, that is to be expected of a devoted lover that discovers their partner's deceptions.
No doubt, the blood-curdling scream of her nerves when her eyes traced the silhouette of the figures grasping at each other between breathy moans nearly uprooted her feet from the hall. Any well-meaning person would agree she had every right to march right in there and pierce the avatar with a sharp icicle to the chest.
He thought he was slick, to sneak off from their room and wait until the peak of the storm to hit the Fire Nation so he could sleep with someone else.
He was so balls deep in this girl that Aang was completely unaware of her presence. It may have been thundering outside but Katara's ears were sharp enough to sense the claps of flesh echoing within the palace walls.
Katara stood in front of an archway separating the concrete halls and the outdoors. It was a horrifying sight, the flash of lightning darkened her figure, her hair was unbound and whipped around in the strong winds. The rainfall barely grazed her though as she held up her hand to silence it to her will.
With eyes that once held love as deep as the ocean itself, she gazed past her reflection from the window and glared with rotting anger for the man that she wasted her years with.
This event was a blessing, she just didn't know it yet.
