Sorry for the long update but I have tons of soccer. If you don't believe me, I was just bumped up to varsity and I'm practicing with them for districts, I play on a travel team and have practice with them, then I have to go to this extra training were they make us stronger…I've been really busy.

Tell me if I did badly or good in this paper and which part you liked. It was actually surprisingly hard to write. This chapter didn't really want to fit together so I'm kind of worried about it.

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Water was supposedly the weaker element. She knew that everyone underestimated its power including waterbenders themselves. Maybe that's why it was so weak. You have to believe in something for it to work. When her father died Mr. Kyon took her into his family quickly and tried treating just as he treated Suki. It didn't work out though. She was too different. She often liked to be alone and by the water, she did things quietly and calmly, she never really talked. She never argued or discussed things but usually kept to herself. He tried to train her in fighting just as he trained Suki but she refused. He had often found her by the water teaching herself new moves or simply staring into it as if it were telling her stories. What he did not know though, it usually calmed her and took her away from the war. It sheltered her from anything harmful, thus showing how powerful it could be.

Water was calming, peaceful, quite and gentle. It was full of love and care but that was only half of what the water could be. This was its façade and most people fell for it, something that was innocent. It stole lives, froze people to death and caused mud slides. It could punish you or spare you. Cleanse you or get rid of you. It was very powerful. As she watched Suki train with her father, she would memorize every move she made. When Suki was done she headed down to the water and started to make her own moves that were very similar to Suki's. Katara knew by now she was way better than any other master waterbender if such thing still existed.

Ever since her family was gone, she decided that one day she was going to do something remarkable, something that would be remembered and so her family would never be forgotten. She didn't know how but she was determined. Maybe she just found her day. Her father used to say "everything happens for a reason". Maybe he was right. The reason she was the one captured on a Fire Nation ship is because it was her destiny. She was the only one determined enough to make her name a legend, a name to never be forgotten.

As she walked through the door that had slowly been opened she saw red everything. From top to bottom the room was filled with red items. Fire symbols were either black or gold and signed on everything. Tapestries hung from the walls and two windows were on the wall ahead. The room was medium sized and its beauty was undeniable. In the corner of one side of the room she saw a desk with millions of papers on it and a man sitting behind the desk. She was suddenly shoved toward the desk and she nearly fell over but at the last minute caught herself. She sent a definite death glare toward the soldier and he moved back slightly. The whole time he had been with her, her face never really made that serious of a face. She never turned her head back toward the man who was sitting behind the desk. She was much to interested in seeing the soldier look at her in disbelief. His eyes clearly said 'what the heck just happened' and she knew that he was second guessing about ever touching her again.

Suddenly he turned his head toward the man at the desk trying to break the awkward silence in the room.

"Lieutenant Ji I found this girl on the island with an Earth Nation boy. She was up in a tree house deep inside the forest."

"Was anyone else there other than the boy and girl?"

"No sir."

"Where is the boy? I thought I told you to bring anyone you came in contact with to me."

"He was too much of a hassle, sir. He kept trying to get away."

There was a long silence and so she finally turned her head toward the man at the desk. He was staring out the window thinking intently. He finally turned his face towards the two people that were standing before him.

"Lock her up in a cell. Make sure she can not escape. We will bring her before the Emperor for him to decide what to do with her."

"Yes, sir."

She turned herself around facing the soldier. All he did was loosely grab her arm and guided her through a whole other maze. What after seemed like forever, she stood before a bar door that loudly slid open. She walked inside, sat on the bed, and looked at the soldier. He started to close the door, locked it, and pocketed the key. Before he turned around to leave he gave her one last glance. He knew the Emperor would be pleased. It would be one more step closer to ruling the whole world.

During her stay on the ship she found out how to amuse herself to escape the long and boring hours on the ship. She would sleep and think. Not that it sounded like much fun but it was the only thing she was practically allowed to do. She wanted to go outside but the Lieutenant had found out she was from the Water Nation, therefore, she could be a water bender. She had to at least give them some credit for not making her escape easy but that really wasn't her intention anymore. It was to get close enough to the Emperor to give her village enough information about him that would lead to his demise. She didn't speak much though, only to the soldier that had captured her in the first place.

He was the one who often brought her food and made short and casual conversations with her. He tried as much as possible to get away from his usual job to guard her. Not only was it a way to get away from the usual nonsense he had to deal with everyday but guarding her wasn't much of a challenge. She never really did move from the bed unless she wanted to get the blood flowing through her legs every now and then.

She had learned his name, Chris, his age, 20, his dreams, hopes, his family and about his job. On this ship he was the scout and usually never came up empty handed no matter how difficult his mission was. He was determined to never let down his Emperor and told her things about him. He seemed to have taking a liking to her and didn't want her to be afraid when she met the Emperor. He told her he tried to scare everyone he interrogated and that even though he was young, he was a great leader. He told her he was only 18 years old. His dad was ill and he was taking over for his dad. His mom was dead but no one really talked about it. He told her he really was a great guy even though she would probably disagree. She didn't really know anything about the Fire Nation or their Emperor but all she was told is that they were monsters. They were people that couldn't be trusted or talked too.

As she talked to Chris, however, she thought differently. She had to keep reminding herself that everything he did, every kind gesture, was probably his way of trying to figure her out. Her people had done this to many prisoners they caught. You wouldn't interrogate them but instead listened to every word they said and without realizing, they would slowly slip you information about everything. It was for this reason she never really talked to Chris but listened to every word he had to say and memorized it by heart. She never really answered any question he asked her and often tried to be the one asking the questions. He was nice, but it was probably all just fake.

Three weeks had passed on the ship and Chris had told her she would be meeting the Emperor today. She was trying not to get herself all worked up about it but she was getting really nervous. What would he want to do with her? Were would she be staying? How would he talk to her? Would she offend him? Chris had promised that he would escort her there but once she was inside the room, she would be alone with the Emperor. How much luckier could she be?

A few minutes passed and then Chris came. He unlocked her cell door and waited for her to come. She didn't move though. All she did was look down at her hands that were neatly folded and placed in her lap. He realized she did this when ever she was nervous or scared. When she was thinking her eyes often wandered around. When she was mad, determined, or felt threatened, she would stare at the person in the eyes to let them know that she was ten times better than them. She was different than any girl in the whole Fire Nation. Most of the Fire Nation women seemed helpless and couldn't do anything on their own. They often asked for assistance when ever they were doing something but this girl never did. In fact, when you offered help to her, she felt offended and would refuse it. She could do what ever she put her mind to. It was interesting to actually hang around a young lady that for once didn't want assistance or to be helped. She was very independent and it was a nice change from the women he usually saw every day when he wasn't on a mission. He knew that when the Emperor began to interrogate her, he would have quite the challenge. She liked to play games and be sneaky. She wasn't your average dumb girl.

He walked toward her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up into his eyes and he just gave a weak smile.

"Everything is going to be fine."

"How do you know?"

"I know."

The first rule was don't trust your enemies but what she didn't know was: is he my friend or is he my enemy? Right now though, she could care less. Even though she didn't want to trust this man, she did when he told her she would be fine. She got up from the bed and he led her to the top of the ship. Tons of soldiers surrounded her as she marched down off the boat and onto the docks. She would have been nervous but Chris constantly kept a hand on her arm to let her know he was there. She walked for a while and then entered a huge palace. From there she was led down many halls and some stairs until she stood in front of a lovely pair of doors. The guards that stood in front of it opened the doors. From there on, she was with them, the other guards that had been watching left to take their place. The placed her in a chair and then tied her hands behind her back. They told her that the Emperor would be there eventually to question her.

'Yay!' she thought. 'Who has ever really had the privilege to talk to the Emperor one on one?'

I was actually kind of amusing she thought, that one way to be able to meet the Emperor would be too do something incredibly stupid or to be one of his greatest enemies.

She was about to fall asleep when she heard someone enter the room. She didn't open her eyes though to see who it was. She knew it would be the Emperor. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to see him or not so she kept her eye lids shut. There was clanging coming from footsteps until the stopped a few feet away from her. She heard a cough and so she slowly opened her eyes.

There was a man leaning on the desk and a huge scar on his face. It took all of her self composure to not stare at it or to make a face. Instead she stared at his armor. It was made from medal and red and black. It looked heavy but really strong. She knew this armor was probably flawless by the way it was made, its weak points probably in areas that didn't really matter. No talking took place, just staring. Both benders were staring at the other one, searching for clues of who they were, where they came from, and who they were

"Where is the village?" He asked with an authoritative voice.

She looked into his eyes and stated "what village?"

"The one you came from."

"I didn't come from a village."

"My men found you—"

"In a tree house but not a village." As she said this a playful smile made its way onto her face. This is definitely going to be fun. I wonder how long it will be until he looses his temper?

Was it just him or was she trying to play games?

His neutral face turned into a frown. He got off the desk he was leaning on and took a step forward and hissed "stop playing games with me!" He didn't like the thought of a water peasant meddling around with his head, especially as peasant of the Water Nation.

Since she couldn't take a step forward, she leaned her head forward and gave a sly smile. "What game? I don't see any games here."

"Are you mocking me?" This time his voice was of disbelief and could barely be heard by the girl.

"Oh no, I would never do that to anyone of the Fire Nation, especially not to the Emperor." As she said this she kept tilting her head from side to side and moved her eyebrows up and down. "I completely adore the Emperor! You should really get to know him –"

There was no look in her eye but he could tell she was enjoying this. She was the only person who had ever been so sarcastic with him his whole life. He thought by maybe scaring her a little bit she would stop and actually answer some of his questions. He moved a little bit closer, this time there faces were only a few inches apart.

"Do you think this is funny? If you don't----"

He had to stop talking and he closed his eyes because out of nowhere she moved closer to his face. Only two inches were left between them and she whispered to him " I find this very funny". He opened his eyes slowly and he was looking into those two ice pools. It was then when realization hit him, those eyes, he had seen them somewhere.

Maybe he saw them in stories or books?

Maybe a painting?

It took him a while but he finally pulled back until her could see her entire face, not just those eyes. He had to look away again to be able to speak to her.

"I'll talk to you more tomorrow." With that he left her sitting on the chair confused and her hands tied.

When he exited the room he told the guards what cell to put her in and then walked to his room. Once he made it there he leaned on the back of the door and closed his eyes.

What the heck happened in there?

Why was she not afraid of me?

Who the heck is she?

Even when he had gone to balls or special occasions, he wasn't afraid to talk to the women. Yes, the were annoying and all they did was try to make him believe that they were the one for him, but this girl wasn't anything like them. Most people were afraid of him when he raised his voice or took a step toward them, especially when he moved his face close to theirs. She, on the other hand, repeated after him. She was teasing him, daring him to get mad and when he did get mad, she had so much fun playing her little game. The next time he talked to her he was going to be in control, not her! He would do it in the morning since he had meetings all day long. He couldn't help but wonder how his dad did everything. There was so much to do and not enough time to get it done in.

When he left she couldn't help but smirk. If she was going to be a prisoner, she was at least going to have fun while it lasted. She knew when he said he would be talking with her again tomorrow, she knew he meant it by the tone of his voice. When he said " I'll talk to you more tomorrow", he said it as if he was making a decision with himself aloud. It was more of a confirmation with himself more than anything. When the door opened she turned to see who it was. A smile graced her lips when she saw it was Chris. He came over to her and untied her hands.

When he was guiding her through the halls he finally asked "so how did it go?"

She couldn't help but smirk a little bit. "It was – fun."

He looked down at her. "That was a short interrogation."

"It wasn't much of one."

"What happened?"

"We talked."

"Not for long."

"He had some where to go."

Chris looked down at her as soon as they reached the cell he was told to put her in. When he opened it she again entered with no hesitation. He had to admire her for her strength. She was strong and never let anyone mess around with her. He watched her sit on her cot and he was about to close the door but she looked at him and so he stopped.

"He said he would be back tomorrow."

He laughed. "I'll be back later with your supper. Until then don't piss anyone else off."

She nodded and laid down on her cot as he closed the cell doors.

Chris had come to her cell later that night and had given her dinner. They had talked about random stuff and then he had to leave before his Lieutenants would get mad at him. She knew that anytime soon she would be getting a visit from the beloved Emperor and that she was going to be looking forward to their talk. This time she was going to ask the questions, not him. She was determined in finding out information for her people. She had already found out some information from Chris. He was a nice guy, but that was a weakness. He told her some of the army's major weak links and the places in the palace that needed more guarding. Maybe he thought that since she was a girl, she could do no harm, he was wrong. She would prove herself to him. In war, people that were too kind or just cared too much were often the ones you found on the bloody floor after a long, hard battle. They didn't have the strength needed to fight. No one had to tell her, but she did know; if your heart was filled with love and you fought against something filled with hate, you were going to die and there were no questions asked.

He had sat there watching, looking at her. She had her eyes closed, her chin resting on her knees. Her hands were wrapped around her legs and she was leaning on the wall. Her face was a neutral mask. He couldn't tell what she was thinking about, no matter how good or bad it might be. She was thinking hard though and he then wondered if she always did that. It reminded him so much of himself, thinking of what could be better, if what he did was right, could he ever forgive himself? He lived day by day wondering if the decision he made was the correct one or if he made the slightest flaw in the tiniest calculation. When you were Emperor, there was no room for mistakes. You had to be perfect in every sense of the word. He had to prove himself to his people, he was worthy, he knew it, but that scar questioned all his intelligence. The scar on his face, it was a never ending reminder of that day. It was a day he would never forget. He wondered on how many more of those days he would have; they seemed to be never ending, each day piled up on one other. He shook his head to break out of his thoughts. This was no time to be thinking of something else, he had stayed up all night finding out information about her, what she liked, what her personality was, who she talked to, what she talked about, etcetera.

He found out: her favorite person to talk to was a soldier named Chris; she never talked to anyone else on the boat and was very self-confident. If you started to annoy her, she would let you know and gave you a lovely and well-known death glare and then would simply continue what she was doing. He learned from Chris that when she was often not wanting to talk about something, usually because it was personal, it made her mad, or she didn't know how to explain something, she looked down into her lap. When she got mad, she would stare at you when you weren't looking at her. When she knew what she was talking about or really meant something, she stared you right in the eye. He was told though, she couldn't be completely figured out. She didn't talk much and was very deceptive. She was always two steps ahead and she figured everyone else out first. He was going to find her out though, before she could find him out. He wasn't going to let her play her games.

"Emperor …what?" she said, startling him from his determination.

"You don't know?"

"No, I know. I just thought it would be more proper if you told me first." She opened her eyes now; staring, straight into the never ending pools of gold.

"Where is the village hiding, Katara?"

"On the island."

"Where on the island, Katara? You need to be more specific. I would hate to have to torture one of your villagers to get you to talk."

"You don't have any of the villagers."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do." She said this when she looked straight into his eyes. They were cold and firm.

She knows what she is saying but how?

"You were found in a tree house with an Earth Nation boy. A boyfriend perhaps?"

"Not in your dreams." She sent daggers at him and he knew if he wanted to get anywhere, he was going to have to play on her good side.

"The village you came from, I thought it only contained Earth Nation people."

"My family was the only Water Nation people that lived there."

"Was the only family". What happened?

"Did you move?"

"No, why?"

"You said your family was the only Water Nation people that lived there".

"Was is correct."

"Why?"

"Because I'm here."

"Where is your family?"

"At the burial site, next to the ocean. The place I went to every day. It's a place where my family and so many others have been buried because of this reckless war. Tell me, there's just one thing I have to know, what do you think you going to get out of this; destroying everything only to make it under you control?"

She had her face looking into her lap, her fingers entwined in each other. Her hair covered her face and she refused to look at him.

"Because I want to. I'm the Fire Nation Emperor. I get what I want and do what I want to do. No peasant is going to change that or make me think twice about what I do." His voice was rude and authoritative. Usually no one would say something back at him when he used it, but she did.

"Did you want that scar too?" Her head lifted up with some hair-strands in her face. Her eyes matched her tone, ice. "If I can't change the way you think, maybe I'll change the way you speak!" Her words were tainted with poison and it stung him with every word she said.

"You know nothing of what you speak about." He unlocked her cell door and started walking right toward the spot where she sat on the bed. "Don't you ever say something like that again."

Now he was leaning over his face inching its way closer and closer to her face.

"How did you get it?"

"Stop!"

"Why?" she whispered.

He grabbed her by the wrists and twisted them until she almost screamed. Her eyes were swollen shut and water pooled underneath them. His hands were burning hot and she could feel his breathe on her neck as he whispered harshly into her ears.

"You will never talk about my scar do you under stand me? You know nothing about it, nothing about me! I will ask the questions and you will answer!"

She didn't speak, she couldn't. If she opened her mouth, a cry of pain would break through every wall and into everyone's ears. The Emperor looked down at his prisoner and saw that with each passing second her eyebrows moved closer and closer together.

"The pain you hold in now, it's nothing compared to everything I hold in myself every day."

He started to release her but that is when she chose to spoke. Slowly she opened her water glazed eyes and locked her eyes with him. Never letting his eyes go astray.

"You think you're the only one that lives through pain? Your wrong. Think about the people's whose lives your army destroys because of your consent. The things you could enjoy but choose to destroy. The dreams and hopes that are smothered because of you. You only cause the hatred in the world to grow." The last part she said in a silent whisper. The whole time she had talked to him she had looked him in the eye. The last sentence she had said though, she looked down, not wanting to face him.

"Look at me."

She didn't move.

He said, look at me, once more but this time more forcefully, causing her to jump slightly.

She waited a second but tilted her head up so that there eyes could look deep into each other, both wanting to know what the other was thinking about. Their eyes were the only things that could ever give information of themselves to the other person. It was the only part in their body that was hard to control. They both knew it then, staring in each others eyes, they both had their secretes and dreams. They both felt something and were dealing with something most people wouldn't be able to do.

Footsteps coming down the long hallway could be heard marching their way to the cell. They both pulled away from each other and he headed out of the cell locking it behind him. Without turning back he told her someone else would question her sometime and then left.

A tear slid down her face. She had been told, they were monsters, things that couldn't be trusted nor reasonable. They had no feelings and no life. They were born from the devil and the sun. She knew though, when she looked in his eyes. She saw what he hid from, his feelings that really lived deep inside him. They were feelings he wasn't supposed to have, things she was told he didn't have. They lied to her, all of them. The village didn't know what they were saying. They were people inside. They were just different. He was different and had so much to hide. Like every normal person though, there's a breaking point, she was going to find it. She had to. It was the only way to destroy him.

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