Author's Note: I know I said I was gonna hold this off, and I'm sorry if I'm boring you by constantly changing my mind. But this is my first fanfic.
Anyway, i got a couple good ideas so i thought i would just write the next chapter.
Zuko's POV
I can't believe myself. My anger at myself from doing that to Katara is still there as I prepare to meet my father for the first time in three years. I put on my newly polished fire nation uniform, and dock my ship at the royal palace.
"Bring the Avatar," I order a group of guards.
"And the water tribe girl, sir?"
I knew the Avatar would never cooperate if I didn't have Katara to hold over him. So I force myself to say, "Yes. . . her, too."
I get off my ship, and walk into the royal palace city. They all welcome me, yelling my name, congratulating me on capturing the avatar. This is all I've wanted for over three years, my country to welcome me back. My father to welcome me back. But I still cannot get Katara out of my head. What will my father do to her?
A couple hours later, the crowd finally disperses, and I am told to go to my father. I enter the Fire Lord's chamber, and bow down. "Father."
"Prince Zuko," says my father in monotone. "Welcome back, son. I am proud of you. Proud that, after generations of failing to capture the avatar, you were the one to finally do it. Proud that you are the one to deliver the avatar to me, in chains."
"Thank you father."
He nods, and signals his guards to something. They disappear, then come back a moment later with Katara-tied in thick metal chains, and gagged heavily. My eyes widen in shock.
"Father. . . what are you going to do with her?"
He turns to me. "From now on she will be your prisoner. She is yours not mine. I will not waste my men on water tribe filth. She is your responsibility." Katara screams into her gag as the guards drag her to me, trying to twist out of their grip. "Now go, and keep this peasant out of my sight."