Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
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Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Sorry that the first few chapters have been on the short side. Just been trying to set up the world a bit. Hopefully longer ones will be coming soon. Hopefully more updates will come with this fic too. Since I like it.
Twelve years before the iceberg cracked.
Katara stuck her little head over the side of the snow fort. Her face was bright and red, her parka hood was pushed back. She scanned the winter covered horizon. The high turrets of her snow fort were reinforced with thick sticks she had found along the driftwood line. She had added chunks of ice around the corners to reflect the sunlight. And had expanded the top so that she could almost stand up. And the seaweed laced around it was just there because she thought that it looked cute.
The walls were so high that she could almost stand up comfortably. Almost being the optimal word here. She let out a howl as another snowball almost hit her in the face. It crashed some snow and ice off the lip of her snow fort. She ducked low and covered her head. Sokka let out a victorious laugh and stood up and began to chuck more snow at his little sister. Little Niyok let out a giggle and hunkered down next to her friend. The two girls scooped up snow and began to make tight smaller snowballs.
Just because Sokka's were bigger didn't mean that he had an unlimited amount. Katara frowned and wiggled her mittens. The snow near them began to creep closer and closer. She had no teacher, she just had feelings, thoughts, a tug that sat deep in her chest. She pulled the snow closer and her friend scooped up a massive armful.
"Hurry Katara! Hurry!" Niyok crowed in excitement. Her long braid trailing over the back of her parka. She always wore it long. Even longer then Katara's. Almost the length of a mother's. Katara began to scramble and pack and prepare more snow balls. She stood up alongside Niyok and they pelted the snow at Sokka.
He let out an offended gasp and ducked behind his own snow fort. While Katara's and Niyok's was curved and had beautiful additions to the sides, his was plain, simple, spartan. A thick slab of ice defended his front. And a couple of water buckets reinforced the sides. He tossed out a few chunks of ice. Thick ones the size of crab apples.
Katara managed to catch one and whipped it right back at his feeble defense. Sokka let out a laugh and held up a hand.
"Come on! It's not fair! There's two of you and only one of me!" He protested. Katara let out a gleeful guffaw. The six year old didn't often have the upper hand on her older brother. Just because he was a year older then her he thought he could do anything better then her. So her managing to pin him down was a massive delight.
"Yep! And now you've got to deal with us!" Katara shouted happily. She flung more snow at him. Niyok picked up a massive armful, spun and flung the half formed chunks at Sokkas. He let out a squeal and hopped up. Pulling at the back of his parka. Clearly a lot had gotten down his back somehow. Katara let out a clap. Giggling musically in the chilly early morning air.
"AGH! You're both the worst!" He shouted in frustration. Katara grinned at Niyok. Niyok smirked knowingly right back. The two girls jumped over their protective fort and rushed him. Tackling the older boy and pulling the seven year old to the ground. Sokka let out an undignified sqwak and tried to yank the two of them off of him. But they just grabbed him all the tighter.
The trio of children excitedly rolled over the snow and ice. Poking at eyes, rubbing snow in faces, yanking at mittens. Soon they were coated in a fine layer of ice and snow. Niyok's face was a bright cherry red. Sokka's ears had snow and ice chips shoved in them. And Katara had enormous chunks of snow frozen to her braids. And some even frozen to her forehead from all of the sweat.
The three laid back on the snow. Gasping and panting, red in the face, snow covering their laps and chests. Sokka squeezed Katara's mitten. She squeezed his right back. The blue sky above them reflected wonderfully off of the bone white snow below.
Katara closed her eyes and reached downward. Not physically, but spiritually. She had always felt a close kinship with the sea. She could actually feel it. All the way down beneath them. The ice was almost forty feet thick around the village. That was why they built there. Since it was safe enough to dig down, and to build up. But sometimes….sometimes if she was very still, and very quiet, and she tried very hard….
She could feel the sea beneath her. Spinning and twirling. Everyone acted like water was a great dead thing, or failing that something designed to be used. A tool, an object, little more then a distraction. But she knew the truth. Water was life, it was a living breathing moving thing. It was as alive as the moon. It affected everything. It beat with it's own drum. It thrummed with it's own life.
And she was attached to it. The final Water Bender in the entire South Pole. She was a part of the water in a way that few people actually could manage. She felt her heart reach down. And could almost imagine the ocean reaching upwards to her. She gripped the ice and gave it a tiny squeeze.
And old voice cleared her throat above the trio of laughing sweaty children. Katara grinned up at her Gran Gran with the easy grace of a six year old having fun. The white haired woman stared down grimly at the children. Everything about the old woman was grim. She had lived a lifetime on the poles, and she took life VERY seriously.
"You will catch your death down there." She said sternly. But not unkindly. Katara and Sokka stood up and helped their friend up. Dusting the snow and ice off of each other. Katara put her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels. A cheeky childish smile on her face.
"We were just playing Gran Gran." She said. Niyok nodded her agreement.
"Sokka said that we had to practice our snowballs! That it would be useful if the village was ever attacked." Gran Gran sighed and shook her head.
"Attacked. What do you children know of attacks." She was an old woman. She had lived during the early raids. She had seen many of her friends and family members dragged into the great steel bellies of the Fire Nation Navy ships. She had lost many. And these children played games and talked of defending the village from an attack?
She envied their wishful thinking. It was childish and pointless. But it was also hopeful in such a unique way.
"You should know better at your age. You will catch your death of cold. All three of you. Get up. Come on." She chopped her hands and the trio shot upwards. Matching smiles on their faces. The three mischievous cherubs followed the old woman into the nearest igloo.
The igloo was warm with the fire flickering in the hearth. The light bouncing out of the glow in the dark algae sat in bowl lamps on tiny shelves about head height. Two smaller rooms lead off from the main sleeping area. A private one for Kanna for sleeping, and one for storage.
Hakoda was ducking out as the children were ducking in. He gave his two children a kiss to the forehead and an affectionate nuzzle to his mother. He had a large harpoon in one hand and a trio of boomerangs on his belt. The scent of lunch still lingering warmly to his long dark hair.
Katara slurped up another big spoonful of Octopus Otter stew. The thick chunks of stewed meat were mixed with glacier potatoes and wild onions that grew near the sea. She chewed happily and took another large spoonful of wild rice to mix on top of the hearty meal.
"Darling you'll get dirty." Kya chastised her daughter. The young woman leaned forward and wiped at the little dribble of broth that had dripped down Katara's chin. Katara swallowed and took her moms beautiful hand. Guiding her mother's fingers along.
"Thank you Mom." She said with a bright smile. Sokka rolled his eyes and shoveled down some more of his own stew. Their mother had mastered the recipe, the secret ingredient was love. And a heaping helping of lard.
"You're still the best cook in the village." Niyok said with a wide childish grin. Kya chuckled and settled herself on her fur stuffed pillow. She waved her hand with a musical chuckle.
"Oh. The second best, Kanna is by far the best." Kya's mother in law smiled smugly as she sat down herself. Wincing as her knees popped.
"Darn tooting I am. But it took years of practice. Trust me, it's worth it." She scooped up some of the stew herself and poured into a small wooden bowl. The wood had been carved six generations ago from drift wood from a small tree that had been struck by lightning.
Niyok yawned and rubbed her eyes. Exhaustion from the long day of play getting to her.
"How about you two walk our guest home?" Kya said as she finished her own bowl. The cauldron was empty and the children were full of the tasty meal. Sokka smiled and stood wiping nonexistent snow off of his knees.
"Do you want us to swing by the village stores? There is supposed to be some fresh baked rice cakes." Sokka offered with a smile. Kya rubbed her chin and thought.
"Maybe for dessert tonight. Only if they are reasonably sized. I don't need you two jumping around the house all night."
Katara and Sokka walked through the village after dropping their friend off. The day was bright and clear. The sky was so deep that you could mistake it for the ocean. Katara took her older brother's mitten. He tried to shake it off, she gripped his hand all the harder.
"You're embarrassing me." He grumbled. She was way too old to hold his hand in public. He was way too old to hold his little sister's hands in public! Katara just squeezed his hand all the harder and grinned up at him smugly.
"Well what are you going to do about it?" She teased sticking her tongue out. Her bright blue eyes were needling at him playfully. After all it wasn't like he could hit her or something. He was too nice for that.
Sokka blushed and kept on pulling her along. He could smell the rice cakes cooking. And he wanted to get the freshest ones that he could. They always tasted best when fresh. Sokka paused, his eyes crossed, a large black flake of snow had fallen onto his nose.
He looked upwards in confusion. Katara joined him. The two stared in amazement. It was not snowing. It was not snow coming down from the sky. It was ash. Thick endless flakes of ash were floating lazily down from the sky. Sokka felt his heart stop.
Katara squeezed his hand in terror. They were both old enough to have seen this before. They were both old enough to have experienced this before. Sokka spun to Katara and pointed towards home.
"I'm going to get Dad! You find Mom! Stay safe!" She nodded in terror. And within a second the two were separated and gone. Dozens of other villagers were running around the igloos. Some were grabbing their children and rushing them into their protected homes. Others were helping the elderly along to safety. Men with large machetes and heavy clubs raced for the walls.
A large grinding noise came from the snow wall. The cracking of ice exploding from close by. The Southern Raiders had arrived. And they were here with anger and flame. A massive gout of fire burst against the protective ice wall. Melting and collapsing a massive chunk of their security.
Katara let out a yelp and jumped. Covering her ears and forcing her knees to move already! She ran harder. Her breath coming sharp and short. Her lungs burning with the cold. Unnatural burning heat was bursting from all around.
Men in thick metal armor marched arm in arm into her village. Their sharp shoulder blades as cruel as golden eyes. One of them let out a howl and launched a ball of fire into an igloo. Screams came from inside. The roof collapsed and the screaming stopped.
Another trio of Fire Benders surrounded a group of warriors. The warriors managed to take two down. And then they also burned. The thick smell of destroyed burnt furs filled the air. Katara felt her stomach heave and her throat close up. Bile and stew fighting against terror and fear.
Katara came to a skidding halt in front of her home. Her precious home. Her refuge, her sanctuary. Nothing could go wrong if she was home, and safe, and with her mother.
The protective outer wooden door was busted in half. Cracked cleanly and tossed to the sides. The thick solid interior fur door was flapping on a single nail pegged to the interior.
Katara didn't stop. She ran full tilt in. Her heart stopping in terror. A tall man stood above her mother. Kya was holding her torn parka to her chest. Her bare shoulders bright and bumpy in the cold. Her hair burnt from where he had grabbed her.
"Katara!" Kya shouted. Tears thick in her eyes and voice. Katara held her hands to her chest in terror.
"M-Mom?" She said soflty. Her voice was flown away from her. Gone like a squirrel bird from a cage. The man turned and glared at Katara out of the corner of his eyes. His lips curled up in a snarl. His face was lined and hard like granite.
He had his belt half off and his boots were caked with oil. The black oil was melting into the snow floor.
"Katara. Go find your father." Kya said firmly. Her voice wavering only slightly. The man turned with a sadistic glint in his eyes.
"No….I don't think she should." He smiled and walked towards the defenseless woman. Kya shot her eyes up in terror.
"I…NO! NO! Not in front of her! I…I'll tell you anything! I'll do anything! Just not in front of her!" The man's chuckle was deep and cruel and careless. He grabbed Kya and yanked her head back. Her exposed throat throbbing. The veins beneath her skin seemed to be thrumming in fear.
"I don't care." He said with a smile.
"I…I'm the last Water bender! I will go with you! Willingly! Quietly! But please! Not in front of Katara!"
"Mom what's happening?" Katara screeched in terror and confusion. What was this man doing? Why was this man tearing at her mother? What did he want?
"Katara run!" Kya shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks now. The man cracked Kya across the face one way and then another. He chortled the entire time.
"The last Water Bender you say? How cute. But we're not looking for any prisoner's this time. We're just doing this for kicks. Although I suppose taking you onto the boat would work just as well. I'm sure that plenty of others would like to experience this ass of yours. I've never gotten the chance to enjoy a Water Tribe sow's body before. You truly are as well covered as those penguin otters you fools prey upon." He laughed sadistically and shoved Kya down.
Her forehead cracked against the floor. Her eyes rolling and stars booming in her head. She coughed, blood pooling out of her nose. Mixing with the oil and snow and tears and spit from her mouth.
"We might just drag that little brat along with us. Look at her. Too scared to run. Tell me kid…Do you want to see what the Fire Nation does to scum like you?" He turned to Katara with a sadistic smirk.
Katara let out a yowl and sprung forward. She batted impotently against his legs and hips. Her tiny fists tinging like little bells against the bigger stronger more powerful man. He let out a chuckle and grabbed Katara's braids and yanked her up cruelly.
Katara's feet kicked at the air and she screamed in fear and frustration.
"What's the matter brat? Do you want to go with your mommy? See what she deserves? See what we're going to do to you when you're old enough? Or maybe we won't even wait." Kya clung to the man's legs. Screaming the word no over and over again.
Kya was screaming. The man was laughing. Katara was shrieking. Her scalp was stinging in pain.
Then the voice came swooshing into Katara's mind. A soft voice. A simple voice. A cooing voice.
Hello Katara.
H-hello? Katara called back. It was more in her mind then from her lips. Almost as if she was willing the words into existence in her tiny brain.
Are you scared Katara? The voice went on soothing. Katara could only nod. This voice was so familiar. She had never heard it before. Maybe in a dream. Maybe between the covers while everyone was asleep. Maybe in the crackle of the fire or the crush of the wind. She had never heard this voice before. But it was almost like hearing Hakoda's voice after a long absence.
Yes! Katara's brain screamed in terror. The voice chuckled sadly. She felt like large familiar hands were wrapping across hers. But….Not around….More like they were gloves. Thick strong powerful leathery gloves.
Then fight back. The voice said with a purposeful push. Katara shook her head.
I…I can't! He's too strong!
Then let me help you. Let me help you stop him. Katara blinked widely, wetly, owl like. She felt a bead of blood dripping between her eyes. So round and perfect. Her Mom was sobbing and the man was trying to fiddle with only one hand.
How? Katara asked.
By letting me in. Katara blinked in confusion. But she felt it. She felt this spirit. This….thing….insisting, encouraging, helping…..
What's your name? She asked quietly.
Vaatu…but you can call me a friend.
Katara closed her eyes. Her jaw tightening. The man held her up all the higher. Sneering into her face.
"Open your eyes. Your mother wants you to see this." Kya let out a wail. Then turned into a scream. Katara's eyes snapped open. They glowed a dark purple. With a strange purple steam billowing out from her tear ducts. She turned her face to his. And the righteous rage of hundreds of generations poured from her face.
"Master—" The southern raider only got that word out. The next moment he had been blasted out the side of the igloo. Katara floated through the air. Wind whistling around her ears, across her lips, over her tiny cheeks. Her hands tightened and relaxed in their mittens.
She came out of the hole in her wall. The man stumbled to his knees and pressed his forehead pathetically to the snow. His helmet was somewhere far away. His bare hands steamed against the snow. His tears of gratitude and desperation and devotion poured from him. His lips curled and uncurled in submission.
"My lord! My master! My Vaatu! We rejoice! We rejoice! We have found you! We submit ourselves to your majesty! We beg your forgiveness—"
"It is denied." Katara said with a snarl. Her voice echoing with an ageless powerful boom. She took a pose, a pose that the Fire Nation had used a thousand times. And she tossed a fire ball the size of a small house against him. He didn't even have time to scream.
He was burnt, then a skeleton, then ash, then nothing at all. Just a scrap of grey on the wind. Katara turned her face towards the bay. Everything was so crisp and clear. The very air seemed to contract around her. She felt as if she could see for miles in every direction.
She leaned forward and shot across the landscape. She was bouncing over the rooftops. Her eyes still stern, purple and white veins bursting across her face and arms and hands. The power of an ancient spirit, of the ancient spirit, crawled through her veins.
She came to a shuddering halt above a group of Fire Nation soldiers. They blinked and paused in their terrorizing. One dropped to the ground to pray. Another took a defensive pose.
Katara waved her hands and the ice beneath them opened and then closed. And within a moment the cold killed them. She smiled gleefully. Such power pouring through her body. Such power bursting between her ears and from her fingertips.
She swung back towards the bay. Where all of those disgusting ships sat. Polluting her precious pristine waters. Belching their ash and oil and steam and gas into her world. Making her gorgeous world look all the dirtier, all the grimier, all the more disgusting.
She flew towards the bay. Her body thrilling with the new found power within it. She felt as if this power had always been there. Just underneath the surface. Waiting for it to come bursting out. Waiting for her to tap into it. And remake the world into the image that she thought was fit!
Katara flew above the rabble. Her hair out of it's braids, whipping around her head. Slapping at her eyes and ears and nose and mouth. Her face warm in the power that she wielded.
The fighting below her reached a brief crescendo and then rapidly stopped. Many men and warriors pausing in their fights. Gazing up in abject terror at the little girl who floated above them all. Some of the Fire Nation soldiers tossed themselves to the snow. Their helmets tumbling off. Shouting prayers of consolidation. Some calling out old names. Names of former holders to this power, former leaders of their country. Other's wrung their hands or ripped at their clothing in subjugation.
Katara's eyes roamed over them all. Knowledge pumping through her body. Knowledge and power and anger. Pure righteous anger. The fact that these men had come to her home. Attacked her people. Burnt her village. Terrorized her family and friends. No. Her anger was too great for mercy.
She raised her arms and frowned. The lines across her face turned her into an old woman. Her teeth ground together. She shouted out to the sea. She ordered it. Her muscles thrummed. And the sea moved.
Massive waves shot around the dozens of navy ships. Enormous hands made out of salt water and tipped with chunks of glaciers, reached upwards and wrapped around the boats. Cracking the steel, bending the iron, smashing the wood. The fires within snuffed out.
The enormous waves and icy hands carried the boats backwards, off of the ice shelf. The ships smashed together with a sickening crunch. Enormous cracks appeared on every single ship. Two broke in half. Not able to stand up to the assault upon them.
A man jumped from one of the decks. A shard of ice appeared out of the sea and cracked him in half. Slicing neatly through him. He fell silently into the icy blue waters.
Katara swung her arms and the water spun the boats to the side of the cove. Crashing them together, like ruined toys. They snapped and broke and fell across one another. And just like that the Fire Nation Southern Raiders were stranded. Their great mechanical works destroyed. Their escape broken. Their eyes wide.
They turned to her, hands raised in mercy. But there was no mercy within her. Only Vaatu, and anger. And righteousness. Katara raised her hands and twin flames of bright white came shooting out. The remaining Southern Raiders died crackling, throats bursting, eyes melting in their heads. Their faces upturned into howls.
Katara only stopped when they were little more then ash. Then she flicked her wrist, a gust of wind shot up, and their remains were pushed into the waters. The ocean took this cooked sacrifice, and the waves lapped the ashes away.
Katara turned to the large wall around her village. Her hands moved smartly, quickly, the expert knowledge of over one hundred water benders thrummed in her veins. She fixed the holes. She reinforced the broken sections. She expanded it within seconds what had taken months to build.
She smiled and nodded. Satisfied that she had fixed everything. The only sign that the raiders had been there, was the giant pile of broken ships. Katara blinked, her body felt exhausted. Her spirit drained. Her hair stopped flipping in the breeze and her dark purple eyes slowly faded back to their light blue.
She slowly drifted to the ground. Her parka flapping around her like a cape. Someone small ran forward and caught her as she landed in a heap.
"Katara!" Sokka cried out in his pinging little voice. He had a cut across his scalp. It was bleeding heavily. Sticky blood causing his eye to close. Hakoda was there next. His eyes were wide and horrified. His bloody club held loosely in one hand.
"Katara." The sorrow dripping from her father's voice was heart breaking. A man with a spear strode forward purposefully. His jaw set. Hakoda swung his club at the man with an equally set frown. Not permitting him to approach Katara.
Katara blinked upwards in confusion. Her entire body sore, her mind a fuzzy muddle.
"What happened?" She mumbled. A soothing voice was cooing to her in her mind. Telling her that everything was alright. That she was alright. That they were going to be just fine together. Just fine indeed.
Editor's Note: So just to be clear...Katara isn't the Avatar?
Creeply's Note: It is explained further into the story. Like literally next chapter. And was explained in the last few chapters.
Editor's Note: Spell it out for me.
Creeply: Vaatu did the same thing that Raava did. So throughout history there have been two Avatars. One evil, one good. The last Dark Avatar (Azulon) Killed the last Avatar (Roku)
Editor's Note: So Katara is the latest incarnation of Vaatu? With all the Avatar powers?
Creeply: Pretty much yeah.
Editor's Note: Thanks for clearing that up.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Sorry that the first few chapters have been on the short side. Just been trying to set up the world a bit. Hopefully longer ones will be coming soon.