Sorry I was so late! By like ten weeks! It's because i signed up for the Talent show and have been completely nervous and i needed to practice.. i didn't win though..
Here's Katara's Exile (PART 1 I DECIDED TO MAKE IT 2 PARTS!)
oh and cowl: yes! i might not continue this fic though, so you're free to use it.
The king strode over to the large golden doors, which the guards opened and closed as he walked out.
Aang and Sokka continued to yell at Katara, but she did not hear anything except for the king's words at the back of her mind: "I will be planning your exile now."
"How could you..." Sokka said, then stopped, seeing Katara spaced out with tears in her eyes. "Katara? You alright?"
"Am I alright?" she asked wearily. "Am I alright?"
"Oh no..." said Sokka. "The waterfall..."
And, as if on his command, she burst into tears. Aang took her hand in his and drew her into a hug. "Don't listen to Sokka."
The guards at the foot of the gold doors stepped forward and snatched Katara away from Aang and the (still shouting) Sokka. Katara put up no fight to escape. Aang knew she would be sent to work as a slave, but would they see her again?
AN HOUR LATER
The king and all the townspeople of Homaku were inside the grand hall,waiting for the ceremony to begin. A large banquet was held(again) but neither Aang nor Sokka could eat.(A/N: whoaa...OOC) Mashura was at his throne, writing what looked like a long document made to look like a scroll.
Katara's exiling papers. They were official once the king signed.
Once everyone had stopped eating, the king rose from his throne and waved his scepter. He did not say a word. The golden doors at the end of the dining hall opened, creaking slowly. Aang watched, terrified, as Katara was brought in.
She was put into what could barely be called clothes; more of a dishevelled olive-colored piece of cloth that was trying to be a dress. It fell just on Katara's thighs, and she looked embarrassed to be wearing something that showed so much of her body. The cloth was ripped at the sleeves and tight at the neck. Katara was forced to let her hair down from its elegant braid, and it looked much longer, and that was the only part of Katara that looked pleasing to the eye anymore.
Katara walked slowly, ashamed, down the isle to Mashura's throne. Anng saw her boots were removed and she was barefoot. Everyone stopped. There was nosound. Anng and Sokka couldhear their hearts beating wildly. They could hear thesmall thp-thp-thp of Katara's footsteps on the terracotta floor.(A/N: wow, that room has a lot of things, i.e. gold, earth, terracotta...) She stood before the king's throne, eyes tearing, and Mashura placed the scepter gently on Katara's shoulder. Aang couldn't hear what Mashura said, but if he could, the noise would be drowned out by his thoughts.
to be continued...
