He he... I finally update... I have no excuse for not updating, except for sheer lazyness... Yea, this story is not
at the top of my to-do list right now, and free time i do have is used for homework or sleeping. Other wise, I am
in classes or working on the website. I have no free time, so this chapter is going to be the only one for a while.
Enjoy it, is going to be very long; full of drama, romance, breath-taking scenes of violence, and of course, suspence.
That said, read. You know you want to.
Regards,
Danielle
As he stood at the gates to leave the palace, the Avatar; now commander of the Imperial Water Nation Army, looked
back upon his slowly crumbling past. He would be leaving behind a son, and with out knowing, an un-born daughter; and
a loving wife. Who he might never see again. His family, he would never see them again. As these thoughts crept thier way
into his mind, his heart became sad, and he covered his face with his hands to stay the tears that wanted to escape. "What am I
going to do?" He reapted over and over.
Katara; empress of the Southern Water Nation, stood opposite the gates in which her husband, Aang the Avatar. She held her seven
year old son to her chest as he tried to run to his father. "Daddy! Daddy! Where are you going?" Yue Sheng repeated as he tried
to break free of his mother's grip. Katara looked to her love; straight ahead. She let all of her pent-up tears flow from her eyes as she
tried to keep her son at her side. "No, Yue Sheng. Daddy is going away..." She said as she tried with all her might to hold her son
back, from running to his father. "Mommy! I want daddy to stay!" The young child screamed over and over. "Daddy!" He called,
his father looked at him, sadness and regreat filled his eyes.
Yue Sheng broke free of his mother's grip and ran to his father. As the young child held onto his father's legs, begging to be picked up and craddled in his arms, his mother turned away and covered her face, staying the morbid sobs that wanted to escape her. Aang picked up his child, held him in his arms, and gave him a giant hug.
...oo0000oo...
Suki sat upon her dressing chair, looking upon herself. Her short, tawny brown hair askew, her face covered with deep purple blotchs. She sat wearing just a simple satin robe. The sleves ending at the elbow; she slowly rolled her right sleeve up to her shoulder. Just far enough to reveal her giant bruises. It looked as if she had been to hell and back. Her eyes tired from lack of sleep, scared of what her husband might do to her while she was in slumber.
She let out a moan of pain as she gently placed her bony fingers on her bruise; It was the size of a small grapefruit. Life always seemed to be
on some one else's side but hers. Now, she was regreating having ever met Sokka. She regreated the day she ever said yes to his proposal.
She regreated the day she ever stepped up to the alter and said "I do...". But the only thing she did not regreat, was having his child. She had
always wanted a child of her own. But had had no luck until she met Sokka. Now she had a beautiful daughter. The only problem was that
she hated and loathed the child's father.
She had been foolish. She had been stupid. To say "Yes." to his every command was if she had diggen her own grave, and etched the head stone herself. She was driving herself to insanity. All the nights he was gone. All the times he said he was out fishing. He had been seeing his mistress. A woman by the name of Ming Xhao Gou. How she hated the name; "Gou". A hate for her husband, his mistress, and every thing they represtened was festering deep beneath her skin. Waiting to come to the surface. How she wanted to kill that woman. That woman had been her best friend from Kyoshi. Who had moved here with her father, in hopes to marry into a rich political family. They had been like sisters. They where fellow kyoshi warrior maidens. They had trained togther since childhood. Then she met Sokka...
Kill that woman. She would kill that woman. Make her suffer just as she has. Make her feel every emotion that lived within her heart at this very second. Suki has never been so full of spite in her life. She slowly reached over her dressing table and picked up a small laqured wooden box that held her powder; as she took the pouff in her fingers and spread the milky-white powder on her face, several ideas of torture came to her mind. But none where worthy of those who had betrayed her. She sat silent, contemplaiting. She covered her lids in pale green. She shaded her lips blood red.
Her eye liner was thick and bold, black in colour, and made her look like a royal court maiden. She drew her hair upon the top of her head, fed a wire through it, to hold it in it's cicular place. She then took her pale green jade comb, placed it in her hair. Her robes where various shades of green, with stitched patterns of cranes and phoenixs. When she was done dressing, she looked like the day she married Sokka. A kyoshian goddess. She stood, walked over to her sword stand, and wielded her mother's blade. The Green Destiny. "Today, I am the Green Destiny. I am the Jade Fox." She said, this time her husky femme voice was replaced with a delicate and femine one.
...oo0000oo...
Katara slowly walked to her husband and her child. When she was about two feet away, Aang quickly stood and took her in his arms. The only
thing that was on his mind at the moment was his wife and son. The most percious things to him. They where a complete family, and he would
be leaving them to fight rebel Northern Water Benders. He hudded Katara so hard that she had started to find it hard to breathe. "Aang, please,
I can't breathe." She whimpered. And hearing her vulnerbal vocie, he let go of her and his son. He looked to her, then to his son; dipped his head
in goodbye. He then turned to his legion commanders, signaled them to start to rally the troops.
He then looked back at his wife; and his heart fell. Great terror filled him, he knew his fate. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. As he started to march away with his commanders and generals, he whipped away his tears.
Katara took her son by the hand and led him back up to the palace. "Mommy... Where is daddy goining?" Yue Sheng asked in a cuirous tone.
Katara felt a lump in her throut as she registered her son's question. "He is going a little trip, honey. He will be back soon." She told him as she
picked him up and started to walk even faster to the palace.
LATER THAT DAY...
One, two, three... She kept those words in her head as she mindlessly kept on hitting her punching back. The tightly woven woolen cloth around her hand began to tear and become ragged as she kept on hitting the bag. For the past four hours Katara had become a robot, throwing endless punches at the bag, who could do nothing but take the harsh abuse. As she sent more flailing punches at the bag, she started to kick the bag.
Before she could make contact with the bag, the hing that held it fast to the roof came clear from it's anchor, sending the two-hundred pound sack of sand on top off her right leg. Katara let out a defining cry of pain as she heard her bone make a blood-curtling crack. She lay on her back, defeated, alone, and in pain.
...oo0000oo...
To Be Continued...