Hello Everybody its me again. Just sittin' here waiting for snow. Haven't seen any this winter yet.
Sigh Oh well. Atleast the ground in my story has snow.
Anyways Enjoy!
Everything was dark now as everyone was particullary at rest except for the one besides herself. The only lights, which dimmed depending on where you were positioned were of a few candles and they were very dim. If you were not close to one then most of what you saw was shadowed in darkness.
Everybody should've been asleep anyways since it was dark and ofr some unwritten law it was meant to be silent. Plus it should be silent when people want to rest as to not be disturbed. If there is a disturbance to someone when they sleep the dream they be having may be disturbed in such a way it may be turned into a nightmare. Also, if they are in the deep realms of sleep it may be hard to fall back asleep or even get a comforable amount of sleep.
Besides her, as said before there was someone else in the room that was awake and she didn't nedd to be asleep to know that. Just the way of their greasy stare and mostly toothless smirk she could feel his eyes bore into her and it made her feel very uncomforable. If the moment came to her that she had to defend herself she couldn't use her element, but the weapon she held in her hands.
There wasn't going to be any help from her close enemy because of his weakened state; that wasn't put past the young waterbender completely though. He was infact, if she had to say so herself, very skilled, even though she defeated him a few number of times to remove herself from danger. He was very skilled in his bending as she was in hers. Even though he was at rest, he may be on alert and he may even surprise her if the moment ever came.
Keeping her head lowered she glanced in the figures direction again but he was not there which meant that he must've gotten up and dissapeared into the room somewhere.
Disapeared.
Now she was really nervous. There was no water around now that the moment had called for it. Heart rate reaising and beating out of her chest now she looked to her weakened foe who still layed in a weakened slumber now instead of in coldness, but now in a sweat which beated his face as if the answer to her problem would jump off of him and into her head.
He looked to be only getting worse and the more she looked at him the more she wished that she could just heal him and even though he was the enemy, even though he would turn his back on her and want to capture her close friend The Avatar she want to heal him. the challenge of him was the best challenge of all.
Moving her hand into her sleeve she dabbed at his forehead.
Suddenly a tap on her shoulder turned her to ice. Being frozen on spot she could only guess through the stillness who it was. What did he want from her? Why was he after her? Averting her gaze up to the creepy man she saw that he held a basin and a rag.
"Huh," she questioned not really understanding his tatics. Was he helping her?
"You've been up for a long time, and your friend here seems to have a fever. Help him out," the man said and put the basin down handing her the rag.
"Thank you," she said and set to work.
That was a burden lifted off her shoulders. He wasn't infact after her, but even though he noticed that she was up all night was kinda creepy, he wanted to help her in helping her friend.
Zuko didn't wake up. He moved in his sleep though, shifting his head side to side. Was he having a nightmare? a night terror that at any moment he would wake up screaming?
Should she wake him up?
Then again she shouldn't. A myth she had heard quite often consisted of when someone had fallen ill and was at rest it was good to let them rest and have a nightmare because that was what broke the fever and when they awoke again they were well again. If only that would work for him.
After a while of repeating the same process and him being practically soaked she put the rag in the basin and pushed it aside and brought her knees to her chest and rested her chin on top of them and began to think. Where were her friends? Her brother? Were they all togethersafe in atleast some shelter like and she were in. She could only hope so, she could only hope.
Somehow throughout her constant worrying in her thoughts she had fallen asleep that night and was awaken to the sound of a kid crying so she jolted off her stiff knees and looked around. Some people were awake while others were at rest. A lady in the very far corner was yelling at someone in something distinctive that she could not understnad, but she seemed very furious.
Turning to the enemy she saw that he was awake. Still lying flat on the ground his eyes were open and he was looking staight at her blinking every now and then, and when their eyes met she smiled a sincere smile at him.
The smile was for the way he looked. Oh, he looked good, Katara blushed and turned away for the moment becuase she couldn't believe she had actually thought that. After all besides the blankets his clothes were ripped exposing some of the right partts of his body.
He was better looking when she put her eyes back on him. His color returned to his face and his scar recieved its scarring color again. He lost his fever and his eyes weren't running. He wasn't sweating or shivering.
"Stare long enough," he questioned her when she didn't blink but suddenly blinked and looked down at her folded hands.
"I was just making sure that you were ok," she said. Why did she have to sound so sincere and nice when he never showed her this. But as of always she had the gene in her that told her to help out even if it was from someone who didnt show it back.
"We're even. After you sleep I'm leaving. We don't need to travel together."
So that was it? Thats what eving was about, wasn't it; just to be even, so nobody owed anyone anything. Was it all about not having to owe someone of a lesser status, a peasant or weakling anything.
Well Katara thought to herself, I am not weak! I am strong. I may even be stronger than Prince Zuko.
"You know what," she stood up, "Get up," she injected.
He actually moved out of the way.
"I don't need you here. If you do things just because you recieve them first then I don't want anything. You owe me nothing. I'll sleep here, I'll rest up and go search by myself," she shouted in his face with her courage and sense of anger. Then she just lyed down on her stomach and layed her arms crossed infront of her and her head sideways on them.
There were many things that she wanted to say but didn't know if she actually felt them. One thing for sure was that she didn't want to be alone; even if it was with him the idea just scared her.
With the scared idea tears began to fall down her cheeks and she didn not even try to block them or hide them. For all the times tears fell from her eyes around him that must've been the reason why he thought her weak.
Zuko and looked at her and knelt down. The mix of curiousity in his eyes and the fact that he was going to try to get rid of her sadness. Reaching out a hand it was quickly grabbed by hers and she held onto it before he could touch her face and their eyes met again: his confused eyes and her tearfully sad eyes.
The moment stood for a moment as her tears still fell until the hand that clamped his hand she brought it to her face and held his hand against her cheek so he could feel all her sorrow. He could feel the wet salyine of her tears and how they fell down her emotional eyes of the things she wanted to say or even feel. Everything that wanted to come out was being held back.
"Don't pity me for my downfall," she said and closed her eyes which probably meant that the conversation was over, even though she clutched the warm hand to her face tighter. If he wanted to jerk his hand away he would've done it already, wouldn't've he? Why was he still there?
"You can leave," she said and let go of his hand in which she put back folded to relax her head on.
"I wouldn't do that," he said and immitated the way she sat as keeper that night only his legs were crossed and his arms folded.
Stomach growling his matched her as well only louder.
I'm going to get some food," he said and stood up and walked away.
Would he come back? Maybe this was his excuse to leave.