Katara walked slowly through the streets of the Northern Water Tribe, the ice city was so comforting to her after the heat of the Earth Nation. Turing a corner, she almost ran into Master Pokka. Grumbling something about insubordination, he continued on, leaving Katara to walk on her own once more. She felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise as she sensed someone was watching her, following her. Picking up her pace, she continued to walk through the deserted streets. Still, the feeling didn't go away. Drawing some water from the canal, she readied a whip. Taking her stance, as she hadpracticed with Master Pokka, she turned and-
"Katara! Don't magic me!" Sokka yelped, covering his face with his arms. Katara slowly lowered the whip, breathing hard from adrenalin.
"Sorry Sokka, I was just… never mind." She said, hoping she didn't sound paranoid. Sokka eyed her critically, and then took her hand, pulling her down the streets and to a bridge.
"I need some…advice."
"Yes, Prince Sokka? I am always at your assistance your majesty." She said, trying hard to keep her face straight as she saluted him. Letting out a frustrated yelp, Sokka said,
"No, I'm serious Katara."
"Sure, shoot." Katara said, turning sober at once.
"Lets say…someone I know likes a, er…noble, but she is ….um engaged?" He squeaked out the last part. Katara smirked gently and responded,
"And your 'friend' truly loves her?" He nodded.
"What should…he do?"
"I'd say challenge the betrothed, but I have a feeling I wouldn't want this friend to get hurt during the battle."
"Thanks for your concern Katara, but I can- tell him that right away!" He finished lamely.
"Listen Sokka, I know Princess Uray (A/N I can't remember if that's her name) loves you, and know one should be forced to marry. It's up to her, now Sokka. You can't force her to marry you as much as I can force Z- someone into liking me." Katara said softly, praying to all the gods that Sokka hadn't caught her slip. Apparently not, Sokka thought hard for awhile, while Katara stayed silent, gazing at her reflection in the canal below.
"Thanks, Katara." Sokka said, and then walked off leaving Katara alone once again, along with the eerie feeling of being watched.
Yes, I know, short chapter, but I have to stop writing tonight if I have to finish cleaning my room and closet-
Psychotic Self: NOOO! NOT THE CLOSET! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
So I can go 2 my friends house this whole weekend. Next chapter will be longer though. It's my life's ambition to get one chapter as long as one of RedNovember's. BTW, her stories are GREAT! I, especially love, LOVE THY ENEMY! It's awesome.