Well, the 4th chapter is finally here. Sorry I took so long to put it up, i was being real angsty about the content of the note... on that topic, a giant thank you out to my friends Thomas and Mason for reassuring me it wasn't weak or anything. Also, Mason has been proof reading this, making sure I don't make an ass of myself on the internets. FANKS MASON!!!
Anyways, I know they've been short, but i'm trying to stagger it. I don't want it all to come out in big long bursts. I want things to make sense as more and more is revealed. Still, the next chapter will be longer, i promise! Also, leave comments each chapter. When i know the people following it are done, i'll release the next one faster.
Finally, I'll take a short time to quickly explain something that's not really obvious about this fan fiction. I'm writing this story using music as a huge inspiration, and starting with this chapter, I'm sneaking in little musical references. This entire story was inspired by a Versus song called I Love the WB. It'll come into play later on. Anyways, if you care enough to find the references, i'll give you a sneak peak of upcoming chapters. The reference in this chapter will be revealed in later chapters, but if you spot it and point it out to me before then, i'll give you a sneak peak of what it means. Hint: It's a pretty big part of the letter.
now, without anymore of me boring you with my weird take on writing, here's the next chapter.
As her eyes swept across the page, Katara wasn't entirely sure what the letter meant at first.
Katara,
You're right. I don't know loss. I don't know what it's like to lose someone. And I probably never will.
Before continuing, she couldn't help but feel a certain satisfaction. But as she continued to read, all feelings of victory quickly left her as the gravity of those first words hit her.
I know what it's like to wake up, alone, in a strange world. I know what it's like to have the simple reality that your entire people have been slaughtered dawn on you, as you find the remains of the man you knew as your father. I know that gut wrenching, desperate feeling.
Katara's eyes widened as she remembered the words she'd screamed at Aang last night. She felt her heart sink as she realized how thoughtless she'd been, but kept reading the note, despite how painful it was becoming. The next phrase brought back memories she'd kept buried for quite some time.
I know what it's like to leave on an airplane to fight a war I didn't want any part of, not entirely sure how to feel, because when I kissed the girl I love, she told me she was confused.
Her cheeks burned and her heart crumbled as the memories of that day came flooding back to her. They were all waiting for Aang's flight to arrive to take him to the war. He'd gone outside for some time to think, and she'd gone to comfort him. He'd said he might never see her again. He'd kissed her… How could she forget that had happened? Was she so wrapped up in her own loss to realize how insensitive she had been to Aang? What it must have been like to walk off the plane to see her with Jet…
She gathered herself and decided to finish the letter before she fell apart.
You're right Katara. I don't know loss. I know something else entirely.
Congratulations
Your smiling monk is dead
And you killed him.
Without Mythologies,
Aang
