Katara waved goodbye to the toddlers as the guards marched her back to her cell, not being incredibly rough with her, out of gratitude. Katara quickly realized that either Zuko wasn't back yet, or they'd moved him to a different cell. She had watched the little ones all day though, so she was much too tired to be concerned, thinking she'd see him sooner or later.
In the middle of he night, Katara was woke up by her cell door opening. The metal scraped on metal, but what really got to her was the person thrown in. She rushed over there, realizing it wasn't Zuko, but another prisoner, so as soon as the guards left, she hurried to find some water.
The poor girl was beaten and bruised, and had a faint tattoo of an Earth kingdom crest. Katara set to work, healing the young girl's wounds, and by morning, some color had slipped back into the girl's cheeks.
The girl moaned, and Katara rushed to comfort her. Pretty soon, the girl was awake and ready. She curtseyed silently to Katara, then immediately set about wiping any grease stains off the slick floors.
"Excuse me?" Katara asked the girl. "Are you alright?" The girl looked afraid, and she scrubbed harder at a stain.
"It's okay, you can talk to me, I'm not going to hurt you. Come sit down." Katara led the frightened girl to the wall, where she let the girl take a seat. Pretty soon, due to Katara's kind nature, the girl began to tell Katara her story.
"Well, um, I was a servant from the Earth Kingdom, and, uh, the Fire Nation captured all the servants at my master's house, b-because we are all Earthbenders," the girl started nervously, gaining confidence as she went. "One of the guards watching us, um, made me Earthbend with a pebble, and, uh, the Warden saw me and punished me for it, because, you know, um, bending isn't allowed in prison. So yeah." The girl finished. Katara gave the girl a hug; she was on the verge of tears.
"Well, nice to meet you. I'm Katara, a Waterbender." Katara explained to the girl. The girl smiled up at Katara.
"I'm Tamarin, nice to meet you too." Tamarin no longer looked forlorn or lonely, she looked happy and ready to hug. Just then, a loud, metal on metal noise scraped through the room, reverberating through the walls, and shaking Tamarin and Katara's bones to the core. Some very unhappy guards peered in, tossing another, prostrate figure into the already crowded cell.
They slammed the door shut angrily, and Katara could see past the blood dripping down the man's face, revealing a scar around his eye he had had since he was only thirteen.
Authors Notes
Hey, another chapter for my underfed brain and you guys! Do not worry, I have something epic planned next chapter, so please keep reading! School is starting soon for me, but I will still try to post every day! Thanks so much, you guys are the reason I keep writing this weird stuff!