Nobody's Listening
Chapter 24: Katarian Berenices Ara XII
By KirariSoldier

Why do you people flame me for writing what I want to? Does freedom of speech not exist anymore? Am I to write what would only please YOU? What about what I want, what every one else wants. And I am sooo tired of people flaming me in spanish. If you must know, I speak spanish myself. And I can translate EVERY THING you write. You know who you are. Do I flame your stories repeatedly like you do mine. NO. So don't do it to mine, and we will get along just fine. And as for you people flaming me through email, you have all been reported to and your respective ISPs have been contacted. I am in no situtaion to be bullied around by nasty people. This is my final word. If this continues, expect this story to be cut short.

KirariSoldier

Everybody's got thier problems-
Everybody says the says the same thing to you-
"It's just a matter how you solve them-
"And knowing how to change the things you've been through-
I feel I've come to realize How fast life can be comprimised-
Step back to see what's going on-
I can't belive this happened to you-

This happened to you-
It's just a problem that I'm faced with-
Complications and adverse this life-
With all these pictures running through my mind-
Knowing endless, conciquences-
I feel so useless in this-
Part of me, part of me, part of me-

Sum 41, "The Hell Song"

She lay in bed, staring up at the canvus ceiling of her tent. She wirthed around in the heat of her bed covers. It was midnight, she could not sleep. Recounting the day's events like it had happened only moments early. As Suki snored on the bed opposite her, Katara emmerged from her cocoon of silken sheets and heavy blankets. The thin Tatami flooring was nothing to protect her feet from the harsh cold of the icy ground as she stumbled to the chest at the end of her bed. As Katara undid the locks, a thought crossed her mind. What if they came looking for her? What would happen if he found out what had happened. She let the thought slip from her concious and she countiued her pursuit for her parka, thick leather-bound boots, and knap-sack. She would run for it.

She removed her night clothes and replaced them with her thick, navy colored cotton robe, arm bracers,
and tight-fitting combat pants. She drew her sash tight, slipped on her parka, and bound her boots tightly so they would not slip on her treck to the next village over. The only thing left to do was pack. She undid the knot that held the draw-string to her knap-sack closed and opened the bag. There was a fair amount of room for one pair of clothes, her skates, and two days worth of provisions. Once every thing was packed,
she flung the pack over her back, and slipped out of the tent with great stealth.

She ran quickly, the newly-fallen ice crunched under her feet as she went. But then she stopped mid-sprint.
'I should leave a sheaf of parchment.' She told herself. She head back to the camp, and quickly wrote up a letter as follows:

Dearest Aang,

I feel that this outcome is somewhat hard to bere for the both you and I. But it is for the best.
I have currently taken leave from this camp, this life, and everyone in it bounderys. But I would like you to know, most of all, my love for you is eternal, and shall never diminsh. If you wish to seek me out, I will be taking residence in the next village, Yubikiri. Until then, I wish to be left in peace, left to myself. With all my love.

Love,
Katarian Berenices Ara XII

Katara signed her full name in particularly elegant scrawl. Shen then rolled the scroll up, tied it with a gold satin ribbon, placed it on Aang's bedside table, and left.

"YUBIKIRI!" Aang screamed as he read Katara's parchment. "What is she gonna do next? Try to sprout wings and fly to the sea of serenity and back!" He said at the top of his vocie, now in a defeated sitting postion on the ground with Sokka and Suki curled up in a chintz chair in front of him. "So, when do we leave"
Asked Suki's husky female vocie as she nuzzled Sokka's neck. "Leave?" Asked a vocie from out side the tent.
Haru stepped inside of the tent to find Aang, Sokka, and Suki staring at him with heavy gazes. "Where are we going?" He asked in his smooth, masculin tone. "Who is 'we' ?" Aang quited sarcasticly as he shot Haru a gaze of hatred. "Well, I though I would be able to help out one way or another."

The group gave him a look, but he sat down none-the-less. "So, where are 'we' going?" He asked once again.
"Take a look pretty-boy." Aang said as he paced Haru the parchment. "What! She ran! What for!" He asked,
his vocie suddenly unsteady. "Why would she-?" He stuttered as he dropped the paper. His heart pounded in his head, his legs gave way, and he feel the Tatami flooring below. "We need to leave. NOW." He said as he suddenly got to his feet, a sick feeling forming in the pit of his stomache. "Why the sudden change of heart,
pretty boy?" Sokka asked as he watched Haru leave in a huff.

"Well, that settles it, we are going to Yubikiri." Suki said as she removed herself from Sokka. Within the hour the had packed Appa, mounted his sadle, and where off to Yubikiri.

Katara made a fist, extended it as far as she could, and rushed them into a circular motion. A rush of water came gushing out of her palms, turned to Icicles and shattered as they fell to the hard ground below. "Excellent!
That was very nice, Katarian!" An older woman, about the age of 30 or so, gleefully as she patted Katara on the back. "Now, practise your mist creating technique!" The woman encourged. "Mmm!" Katara said as she nodded her head, moved her arms above her head, said a phrase in Water Tribe Dialect, and in an instant a viel of mist so thick was conjured from her hands that mizu doves could not penetrate it. "Wonderful! This is amazing! You've made the best progress I have ever seen! Even thought the royal blood courses throught your viens, it is the soul of the Aquila Senshi that lives deep in your heart!"

Katara gave a girlish giggle and continued to conjure diffrent forms of water. Ice, Snow, Flurries, Rain, Mist, Fog, you name it, she conjured it with the flick on her wrist, "My, Katarain! I think you are ready to be blessed upon with the Aquila arm bracers! Are you ready!" Her sensei asked enthusiasticly as she opened a very handsome, wodden box made from Cherry Wood. "WOW! By the gods! Those are beautiful!" Katara gawked as she placed the solid gold and sapphire bracers upon her arms. She gazed lovingly at the bracers, and began to summon the forces of water even better than before.

Aang, Sokka, and Suki arrived at Yubikiri late that day. They where greeted by the village head, a young woman about 24 years old. "Welcome to Yubikiri, travlers. My name is Sutera, and I am head Priestess of this Village. May I help you in anyway?" Sutera said in a curtious manner, bowed deeply to show respect. "Miss Sutera, I am looking for one 'Katarian Berenices Ara XII'. Would you know if she is currently within rescidence with your people?" Haru asked in a smooth, regal tone. "Yes, my good sur. She is currently staying with us to under go extensive Water Bending traing.
And it is my displeasure to say, but she is not to be interrupted for another 6 days. Until her session is over, she is to stay away from every other living being but myself. For we are sensei and pupil."

TO BE CONTINUED...