Burning Water- Chapter Six
Dying.
Katara stood there, rooted to the floor in her terror, and watched the crackling bolt of lightning shot come closer and closer. She shot a fleeting look to her best friend, her eyes filled with panic and remorse. She threw her arms up, to shield her face from the deadly blast knowing it would do very little to help her. But she was too panicked to conjure up an ice shield. She was going to die. Katara squeezed her eyes shut tightly waiting for the inevitable blow.
But it never came. Instead of pain and electricity, she merely felt the air swoop past her, someone's arms wrapped around her hips tightly. She fell too the floor with a sickening crunch, not quite sure what was happening. She wasn't was she? Was this death?
She opened her eyes, her head still acing from landing on the hard stone floor. Sitting up the person who had saved her slipped off of her and fell to the floor. Curious to see had risked their life for her she glanced over. As soon as she did that her blue eyes widened, and she choked back a cry of shock.
Next to her lay her love, Azula. Her hair had been knocked loss in the fall, and know fanned out on the floor. Her eyes were glazed over, and she struggled to breathe. Katara couldn't see her back, but she was willing to bet her mother's necklace that it was in bad shape, due to the pool of crimson blood that began to grow beneath her. She had taken the blow and now she was dying.
Tears crept into the corners of Katara's eyes as she watched Azula's chest faltering to rise. Then as Katara watched, Azula expelled a breath, and struggled to take one in. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip to stop herself from releasing a howl of despair. It was all her fault.
Tears snaked their way down her cheeks, before falling onto Azula's robes. Her head felt heavy, as she struggled to raise it. Ozai had continued his battle with Aang, but it now included Zuko. He never glanced at Azula's still form, and showed no sign of remorse on his face.
Katara felt the anger inside her bubble. This was his daughter, his prodigy, his heir. And yet he showed no grief. He was the one who had hit his own daughter, even if it was by mistake, but bit a smidge of regret showed on face. Then Katara realised. It wasn't her fault that her love had gone beyond her reach. It was his. She rose unsteadily, her anger taking control and let out a scream of anger.
The battle in the throne room ceased as the occupants all turned to look at her. She glared at Ozai, her rage sharpening the soft curves of her face. She drew up all the water in the room, pulling it from the air, and outside quarters and charged at Ozai. He smirked in response. What was a little girl going to do to him? He soon found out.
Katara kept the water soft and malleable until she reached Ozai. Then it turned razor sharp as she slashed at the murderer's throat. He managed to doge, but her anger drove her on. She had lost her love, her soulmate, and now nothing was going to stop her. Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she ducked in and out, neatly avoiding Ozai's flames, before retaliating with her icy blades. She was dying and it was his fault.