Mmmmk here's chapter two! This is your chance to see what events have shaped Katara's heart and mind.

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I should be training with the new recruit. Katara mentally scolded herself for being so lax in her duties for the day; never the less, she continued shifting her weight through the stances of the water bending form. She closed her eyes focusing on all of the negative energy stored inside her. She was alone in the training hall tonight, but that's how she liked it.

The hall was a simple wooden building with two stairs in the front; however, what made this training center different then the others was the large glass mirror that made up the far wall. She had taken it upon herself to smuggle it into the forest, she'd insisted that it would help their water benders learn faster if they could see what they were doing wrong. This way benders could train without an instructor. It had truly been worth the pain.

She winced and thought of the scar on the small of her back. It wasn't the injury itself that still caused her to ache all over though. It was who had given it to her.

One of the first refugees from the Earth Kingdom, the day after he arrived, said he wanted to help them in their fight against the Fire Nation. Katara had admired his hatred of the people who called themselves Fire Nation, but she knew that that was not the only the only reason she'd looked up to him. Even before they began training together he was well muscled and an amazing fighter with the hook swords. Katara was well aware of how handsome he was and he seemed to know it to. They began growing closer as the weeks went by and when she was given the opportunity to get the mirror for the training hall she didn't hesitate to ask him to accompany her... that was a mistake. His plan the whole time had been to find the perfect time to kill her father... but she was in the way.

Right after they crossed the tree line, re-entering the Forest of Terrorem, he grabbed her arm and brought her into a tight hug,

"I'm so sorry," he said, "but I must complete my mission." He took the dagger from her belt and buried in her back. She gasped for air and looked deep into his eyes with horror and saw something she'd never realized... his eyes weren't brown, they were gold. He was from the place he claimed to hate with every part of his being, and she'd trusted him. He let her go and she sank to her hands and knees gasping for the air that evaded her. She raised her head to see him walking back toward the city.

"No," she choked. She took a deep breath, reached back, and drew the dagger out; biting hard on her lip to keep from screaming. She drew from all her inner strength and slowly stood. She knew if she failed, the city would fall without their leader. She ran at him with her rage pushing her forward. He hadn't turned in time and she spun him around and slammed him against the nearest tree placing the already bloody dagger against his throat.

"You're a monster, you're sick and I trusted you," she scoffed. She pressed the blade even harder against the skin causing a drop of blood to slide down his throat.

"Please!" He choked desperately, terror glazing his eyes.

"Good bye Jet," She slid the blade along his throat in one fluid motion and his body went limp. She released him and his lifeless body slid to the ground. The adrenalin that had kept her up now abandoned her, and she knew without a healer she didn't have a chance. She began stumbling in the direction of the city, her vision began to go dark just as the concealed entrance came into view.

The memory faded as she ended the exercise. Her eyes opened and she stared critically at herself in the mirror. She'd survived the attack, and physically she'd fully recovered. But mentally she hadn't. She'd decided that trust wasn't worth the risk of putting her people in danger. She'd hardened her heart so that it was incapable of love, and she truly believed that no one was capable of bringing down the walls she'd placed carefully around it.

She turned away and walked out of the building and headed in the direction of her apartment. She was tired.

I'm no good to anyone like this anyway.

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