Katara of the Southern Water Tribe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} k_waterbender) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} mirage_rpg,@ 2008-06-06 23:51:00 |
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Who: Katara and Max Evans
What: The Rape of
When: Morning. Around 9:00am
Where: The lake
Status: Complete
Rating: PG
Katara walked along the water’s edge for a moment as the sun made a slow descent toward the horizon. It was so serene and beautiful here. Six years ago she would have been convinced that the Fire Nation could never be such a beautiful place, that it would have been filled with nothing other than flames and misery that threatened to overflow into the other three nations. Everywhere she had gone with Aang and her brother that the Fire Nation had desecrated in their hunt to take over every land had only reinforced that idea.
Here she was, though, admiring its beauty in a land that had been peaceful for almost five years. After Aang had defeated Fire Lord Ozai and the war ended they had helped families all over, in every nation, recover. Even now not everything had been healed of the devastation. The people would never fully heal from it. A war that lasted over one hundred years couldn’t exactly be undone in five, though.
They- Katara, Aang, Sokka, Suki, and Toph- had been in the Earth Kingdom helping many of the refugees still left in Ba Sing Se. Fire Lord Zuko had summoned them to the Fire Nation in order to gain a new list of supplies refugees might need to set up their recovering lives. Now that so many had already been working on their lives for half a decade the list was smaller than before and slightly different. Toph and Suki had stayed behind with Sokka while Aang and Katara rode on Appa to speak with Zuko.
Now she walked along a man-made lake made to look like the Fire Nation emblem, pondering the things they had all been through together. Casting her attention back from the past she looked out over the water, rippling beautifully as a small, cool breeze touched the surface. Unable to resist, Katara positioned herself, lifting her arms. The water immediately rose up in a stream, and, with the gentle swooping of her hands, swirled in a circular motion around itself until it formed an orb. She held it there for a moment, watching how it distorted and enlarged everything she viewed through it.
With a small sigh she formed it into a stream once more and, opening the water skin at her waist, moved her arms to allow the stream to slip inside. She would need that water at some point. Even if she could pull water from things around her, it was nice to have it readily available in a good amount should she need to act fast.
Having done this she turned her back on the water to make her way back.
Suddenly the world seemed to spin around her and she felt herself falling. She closed her eyes for a moment to get her bearings, but opened them as soon as her feet touched and slipped in soft, damp sand, so she collapsed to her knees. The air had changed drastically. It was suddenly a bit warmer with a warm wind tugging at her dark hair. The air felt drier, too.
Opening her large, blue eyes Katara’s breath caught in her throat. A small panic filled her, too. What was this place? Her gaze took in the dock and boats. The lake was a bit larger than the one she had just been at and was definitely not man-made. The water lapped gently at her knees and hands. Standing and wiping the sand from her hands and clothing, she then proceeded to bend the water out of her clothing and return it to the lake. Her eyes scanned the area to find something quite unlike the view where she had just been standing. Fields of grass and some buildings that looked nothing like the architecture from any place she had ever been.
Katara closed her eyes and shook her head, but when she reopened them everything was still the same. “Am I dreaming?” She asked aloud.