Woohoo, an update on time for once, aren't you proud :) This is Katara's chapter, Aang's WILL follow tommorrow as today is my last day of college before the holidays, so I will have all day to post.

Lyrics at the bottom are from "Fear" by Sarah McLachlan. I believe it is on the Roswell soundtrack.

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Katara has a secret.

Her Mother was the only one who knew, and she's dead, killed by fire benders. She knows there's more to that story, but Sokka's not telling and she won't press him.

It's a better kept secret than her special place back home, a beautiful ice cavern which only Sokka knows about.

It's a worse secret than how, whilst she still hated Jet, she sort of, maybe understood where he was coming from; she knows what it's like to lose a loved one.

It was much worse than her stupid fear of being in the woods by herself, unable to see what is in a ten-foot radius.

It was a fear of her power, of what it could do; she had seen how benders could destroy something with a thought and a flick of their wrists.

How earth could crumble, fires burn, winds topple … water flood.

She knew how dangerous it was to remain untrained. Once, when her Mother had been teaching her some tricks, Sokka had interrupted to show off the boomerang their Father had just given him. She had lost control of the water and it had flown at him and entered his lungs. If their Mother hadn't been able to draw it out, he would have died.

Sokka called bending magic, she used to think he was jealous that she could bend and he couldn't, but part of her agrees with him.

Part of her is scared of Aang. Sweet, innocent, 12 year old Aang, whose tiny body contains more power than any one person in all the Nations. And that power, untrained and unfocused, is dangerous, you only have to look at him when he's upset to see that.

But she has to look confident, unafraid, sure of what she is and what she can do.

Because if she isn't, who else could be.

Katara will never tell her secret.

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Morning smiles
Like the face of a newborn child,
Innocent, unknowing.

Winter's end
promises of a long lost friend.
Speaks to me of comfort

But I fear
I have nothing to give.
I have so much to loose here in this lonely place.
Tangled up in your embrace
There's there's nothing I'd like better than to fall.
But I fear I have nothing to give.

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