Chapter 8
Katara happily legged up the servant's stairs to her room, only to be stopped-as she'd expected to be- by two guards.
Katara was swiftly marched towards the Great Hall; which was usually where all her father's meeting's where held. The doors opened to find her father standing alone near a large window.
Katara silently walked over to stand by her father. As the doors quietly closed.
P.O.V- Katara
I stopped just behind him, but I know he can see me. He looks through the thin sheet; fingering something carefully in his hands.
I look at my father's taunt face, still worried about my disappearance. I knew he would have been worried.
He'd always been worried about the snow storms ever since….that…. and me going out in one could hardly make it any easier.
I take a step forward to loop my arms my arms around his neck. He lets a breath of air out, wrapping his hands loosely around my forearms.
"I'm sorry." I whisper softly
"I know Katara," he breathed "You were gone for nearly 24hours." He turned around to face me "I'm cancelling the celebrations; with the heavy snow it's not possible."
"You can't! I bended the snow out of the way to get back, with more Waterbenders the people could still get there!" I said panicking, we never missed the Blue Moon celebrations.
"No Katara. I don't think it's wise, not with the deep snow and you running off." Hadoka countered softly "I've already been advised to have more control over you. I don't think it's wise for you to go to the temple every month, at least not as -"
"Someone has too!" My blood started to heat up as tears coming to my eyes.
Hadoka smiled as he looked at the object in his hand, before giving it to Katara "Katara, I was meaning you go to the festival in disguise."
P.O.V-Zuko
Well, I'd missed dinner and one of my days off. Luckily nobody had really asked where I'd been; a few had seemed to think I'd got drunk and couldn't find my way home, so I let that be the general consensus.
As it was, I'd never got drunk, but I don't think me dressing up as a Blue Spirit whilst following a girl I hardly knew- but THOUGHT I knew, somehow- and then spending a night in a temple because a girl fainted whilst a snow storm approached and going down into some big ice tomb, cut it. AT ALL!
Honestly…
I looked at the ceiling of the next bunk bed and thought how the girl had waterbended the snow to form a path. She looked so calm and serine as she did it.
They were lucky the snow storm hadn't lasted long….
Zuko turned over smiling as he remembered the girl kissing the side of his mask before blushing bright crimson and dashing off into a crowd of people. But that wasn't just what made him smile; it was that she'd called out to him saying her name was "Tara."
No name could be sweeter. Tara.
Zuko closed his eyes willing himself to dream of a Waterbender and not of the nightmares that haunted him.
Little did he know, he'd done this once before, when a certain Waterbender had given him something back. This was the beginning of the past.
P.O.V-Jet Ba Seng Sae - six months before the comet
Breath in, breath out, breath in….
I could feel my end coming now as Katara left, any time my end would come. Now.
As Longshot took aim, I closed my eyes knowing it was now-my end. Suddenly I hear an arrow slicing through the air and then another whizzing past, but I felt no hit of the arrows - only to see Longshot and Smellerbee curled up with an arrow protruding out of their bodies.
Shock took over my body as saw my friend lifeless-not even a sound had escaped them.
I was soon looking at a young woman gracefully cat-like walking over the dead bodies.
I looked angrily up to meet cold amber eyes-he was sure he'd seen them before, somewhere. She was wearing a green dress and had sharp features. As my gaze turned back to those bright amber eyes-that looked like they could see through my soul.
She smiled slowly as if knowing what I was thinking, before quipping "You won't die yet Jet, I have a very valuable task for you. I believe you have unfinished business with a man called Lee."
My breathing was becoming harsher, as I felt death lean its friendly face over me. The woman with sharp features snapped something to what looked like a slave-girl.
I couldn't take it anymore; I could feel everything leave me. Then Blackness seeps over everything that I am, was, or would be. Death is good, death is freedom.
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