They see me in the magazines-
I'm the one they want to be-
Still don't feel I'm good enough-
Still don't feel I'm strong enough-
I stand up and I'm pushed back down-
And every opion now, it makes me feel un-human-
Give in' and give in-
To be worthy-
To feel beautiful in this skin-
To feel beautiful in this skin-
Love the skin I'm in-
Love me for me, for me-
I'm covered in this skin-
Be covered in this skin-
(Chorus: Woow oohh oh)
So tell me what is wrong with me-
I'm the girl with every thing-
So why am I not strong enough-
I wanna be strong enough-
To tell you how I really feel-
So don't tell me-
-Jessica Simpson, "In This Skin"
"Six days..." Aang mumbled grumpily as he sat in a dusgruntled way on Appa's sattle. Suki and Sokka where
no where to be found, and Haru was too busy mopping about. For the past couple of hours Aang had taken to
sitting in Appa's empty sattle and complaining about how he would not ever see Katara again, how he was going
to die every time he sneezed, and how cold it was. Then suddenly Katara appered over the edge of Appa's sattle.
Aang was sitting cross-legged and staring out into the horizon. Katara slowly and silenty crept behind him. When
she was but a few inches behind him, she gently ran a finger down the back of his neck, following the trail of blue
painted upon his skin.
Aang assuming it was a fly, tried to swat her hand away. Katara would stop for a moment, then continue her
attempts to get him to notice her. This attempt went on for five minutes before Aang finally got the picture and whipped
his head around to see the object of his annoyance only to find Katara sitting on her knees, clutching her stomach,
tears of laughter rolling down her flushed cheeks. Aang's eyes lit with happiness as he pounced onto Katara. "Hey!
What are you doing!" She asked as she tried to gather herself.
After Katara composed herself, Aang spoke. "Katara, how did you get out of training?" Aang questioned as he took her in his arms. "Ah... Nothing special. I just snuck off when she was busy yelling at her attendents." Katara said triupantly as she settled into Aang's lap. They where silent for a good 15 minutes before Aang broke the silence. "Why did you run off?"
Katara just sat, looking up into the night sky. She had nothing to say. It was as if conversation had run dry. "I really
don't know..." She said as she gazed lovingly at the stars. "I guess I just needed to clear my head..." She said in a
slow, tired tone as she wrapped her arms around Aang's neck. "Katara, I love you." Aang said in complete whisper.
"I love you, too...Aang..." Katara trialed as she gazed into his eyes. Thier lips met. Each placed fragile and needy kisses
on the other's lips. Aang let his hands graze Katara'a chest, waist, and thighs. "Katara... I- I need you..." He said as he
trembled from head to toe.
Katara gave a moan in responce, which he took to be a form of 'yes'. Katara's parka slipped from her body, and fell to the saddle below. BOOM! A giant explosion happened not 100 feet away from where Katara and Aang where. The explosion rocked the sea, creating giant waves of artic ice water that spawned over 200 feet tall. The waves engulfed all in it's path, including Aang and Katara who were drawn into the under-towe.
Aang and Katara, bound by the sash that Katara used to hold her robe with, continued to sink farther down to the depths of the Fornax-Orion sea. Suddenly Aang's being began to glow a deep aqua, illuminating the depths, began to surge to the top. His avatar had completely taken over his body. When he emmerged from the ocean, nothing was what it had been before the giant wave. The great city that had once stood proud over them was in ruins, bodies lay lifeless every where, rubble, dirt, and ice all littered the ground. Not soon after Commander Zhao appered over the horizon with more than 5000 troups behind him. Ready to attack at any moment.
TO BE CONTINUED...