Post by Teяa253 on Feb 15, 2008 6:41:40 GMT 1
Okay, I have no idea what drove me to write this. it's a bit long, and, although the two fighters are Zuko and Katara, this is not a Zutara story. This is a story about... well, read it to find out.
OTHER INSTALLMENTS:
Destiny Awaits (2)
Truth Respects No One (3)
Mysteries Unsolved (4)
The Duel Unseen (5)
A REASON TO FIGHT
It was far beyond me now. I knew he hadn’t changed, and now, if I came out of this alive like I planned to, I would be able to rub it in all their faces and say: “I told you so”, particularly to Aang. Right now however, I had my thoughts elsewhere. I was not only angry at him, but also at myself for actually buying it like they did. Not only did it hurt my pride, but it also hurt me, and it was now a threat towards my friends.
“This could mean trouble for Aang,” I shouted at him, “and now, I plan to put an end to your destiny here and now.”
He just laughed.
“Katara,” he said coolly, “I had been hunting the Avatar for several months now. What made you think anything was going to change. I betrayed my own uncle. My feelings of remorse are gone. I may want to help defeat the Fire lord, but do you know why that is?”
I paused, stood up and looked at him. Thankfully, Toph, Sokka and Aang weren’t here to see this. I looked at his sneering, emotionless face again. Here in front of me stood Zuko, Fire Nation Prince. Not only had he betrayed his uncle and his father, but now he was betraying us too? His list of allies had just vanished.
“Foolish Waterbender,” I thought to myself, thinking of my newfound powers and the endless possibilities. “I am Zuko.” I said to myself, and looked across the field of battle towards her: Katara, a master waterbender with a very high danger level, especially when angry. Of course, right at this moment, I could have cared less. I didn’t need her, and I didn’t even need the Avatar. It was time again to start playing on other people. After all, look how it served Azula: she has friends coming from diverse places. Surely such a method of living must be better than this.
“I’m ready when you are,” I shouted to her, and I could tell that this was stirring her up. I basked in the moment, and then hyped my defenses. Indeed it was true that I didn’t use wrath to fuel my firebending, but with the power of the Firebending Masters, I just needed to be lively—and it was proving effective. I watched as Katara get angrier by the second. Yet, for some strange reason which I dared not try and investigate further, she was not striking. Why was this?
I looked at him again, my anger heating up as I saw him leer and grin at me, yet, I couldn’t attack him. “If only I were a firebender,” I thought, “the anger fueled from this moment here and now could give me enough energy to annihilate the whole Earth Kingdom. If He was a one-man army, then I had to be too. I couldn’t ask for help. I knew that not only was I a better waterbender than he was a firebender, but also that water naturally beats fire. Yet, I feared him. It was unexplainable.
Then it happened. His first move entered into reality, striking me across the face. “This was it” I thought, “We fight now and end it.”
As I watched however, Zuko, was not charging at me like a mad animal, but was casually sliding towards me with his stupid dance moves.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked, getting within 6 feet of me, the flames of his right hand, licking mine for a brief second, and I was stunned. It was about time that I put this… boy… back in his place.
I laughed as she came at me with a forceful wrath. I laughed because waterbending was not made to be fueled by anger like firebending could. Sure it was true that firebending could be anger-powered, but it could also be powered from a different source, which I had recently found. Naturally, it took a little training, but that was easy enough. I did it in the evening when the sun was gone. If I could do it while the sun was far away, I could effortlessly master it when the sun was out. I succeeded. Not only did I manage to land another blow upon her dark-skinned face, but also another one to her body, and another, and another. The graceful moves of The Dancing Dragon linked together like the metallic links of a chain. Of course, I would probably end up killing her, unless she did the same to me first. That would then leave me to explain what happened to the others. “It was self-defense,” was my first thought. After all, she was the one who started everything. I had truly wanted to join them, despite how brief that moment was before I saw what I could gain. So, all in all, it was her fault. However, since I had the upper hand, I figured I could gloat a little to provoke little Katara further. After all, an angry opponent performs worse than a calm one.
I knew that he was playing my emotions, but I couldn’t do anything about it. He knew me too well. Thankfully, some Water Tribe techniques I had learned were in the method of defense, for I would have been overwhelmed. It was after a few minutes of fighting though, that I realized that I had stumbled into his trap. Not only was it the peak of the day, but also, he was heating the place up. He was dragging me into his type of fight, and I could not back down. One of us had to die here, and I wanted to make sure, that for my sake, as well as that of Aang and Sokka, that I wasn’t the one who did die. Oh, and of course Toph, but she was still a bit c0cky and independent, so I was less worried about her. It was mostly Sokka that I would miss should I fall, for he would be crushed shortly afterwards. Therefore, I had to fight. I managed to lash him several times across his chest and face, cutting open the sensitive area where his scar was. I grinned menacingly at my triumph to see that I had hit him in a weak point. He began walking over to me with a look of defeat. Maybe he would come and try to apologize to me. That would be the end of him. I don’t care who they are or how much they say they’ve repented. Some people just deserve to die.
I walked closer to her. I saw the waterbender’s body, beaten and bruised from where I had attacked it, but that was not on my mind at the moment. With both my hands clutched against my left eye: the brand given to me by my own father, I realized that this was the final move.
“Surely it was to end here,” I thought as the Fire Nation Prince walked towards me, and suddenly, my world became exceedingly heated, and I lost all feeling in my chest. He had surprise attacked me. I had once again fallen into his trap. This time, however, there would be no payback; no revenge. It was over. I was falling. What seemed like hours later, I was no longer on my feet, but lying face-up, looking at the sun. It gave life, but had helped in the ending of mine. Why was I the one dying? What were Sokka, Aang, and Toph going to do? Why should they suffer for something I did?
I loomed over Katara’s failing body, grinning slightly. “I guess that’s how it goes,” I said, “you put up a spectacular fight. I congratulate you on your bravery. Now, however, I must go and inform the others of how you turned against me and tried to kill me. Farewell, Katara.”
I screamed louder than I ever had in my life. My eyesight was dimming, and my life force diminishing. Zuko, Fire Nation Prince, just laughed at my expense and then calmly walked away. As I laid there dying, I wondered why there wasn’t someone to fix my wounds. Why couldn’t there have been a Katara for me? Aang’s back, Toph’s feet, and even the prospect of Zuko’s scar at one time or another. All my memories were coming back to me. My eyes no longer functioned. I now knew what Toph felt like to an extent. Now I was feeling my waterbending forces depart from my body as I lay there in my own blood, ready for my corpse to rot while Zuko insults me, saying that I, the one who defended them for so long, was the villain. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take all of this, but alas, now, I have no choice. It is over. I am finished.
“Katara is no more.” I said laughing, as I saw Aang, Toph, and Sokka come into view. They hadn’t heard me, but they’d learn the story soon enough—my story of how it went, that is…
thoughts? comments?
~Azula~
OTHER INSTALLMENTS:
Destiny Awaits (2)
Truth Respects No One (3)
Mysteries Unsolved (4)
The Duel Unseen (5)
A REASON TO FIGHT
It was far beyond me now. I knew he hadn’t changed, and now, if I came out of this alive like I planned to, I would be able to rub it in all their faces and say: “I told you so”, particularly to Aang. Right now however, I had my thoughts elsewhere. I was not only angry at him, but also at myself for actually buying it like they did. Not only did it hurt my pride, but it also hurt me, and it was now a threat towards my friends.
“This could mean trouble for Aang,” I shouted at him, “and now, I plan to put an end to your destiny here and now.”
He just laughed.
“Katara,” he said coolly, “I had been hunting the Avatar for several months now. What made you think anything was going to change. I betrayed my own uncle. My feelings of remorse are gone. I may want to help defeat the Fire lord, but do you know why that is?”
I paused, stood up and looked at him. Thankfully, Toph, Sokka and Aang weren’t here to see this. I looked at his sneering, emotionless face again. Here in front of me stood Zuko, Fire Nation Prince. Not only had he betrayed his uncle and his father, but now he was betraying us too? His list of allies had just vanished.
“Foolish Waterbender,” I thought to myself, thinking of my newfound powers and the endless possibilities. “I am Zuko.” I said to myself, and looked across the field of battle towards her: Katara, a master waterbender with a very high danger level, especially when angry. Of course, right at this moment, I could have cared less. I didn’t need her, and I didn’t even need the Avatar. It was time again to start playing on other people. After all, look how it served Azula: she has friends coming from diverse places. Surely such a method of living must be better than this.
“I’m ready when you are,” I shouted to her, and I could tell that this was stirring her up. I basked in the moment, and then hyped my defenses. Indeed it was true that I didn’t use wrath to fuel my firebending, but with the power of the Firebending Masters, I just needed to be lively—and it was proving effective. I watched as Katara get angrier by the second. Yet, for some strange reason which I dared not try and investigate further, she was not striking. Why was this?
I looked at him again, my anger heating up as I saw him leer and grin at me, yet, I couldn’t attack him. “If only I were a firebender,” I thought, “the anger fueled from this moment here and now could give me enough energy to annihilate the whole Earth Kingdom. If He was a one-man army, then I had to be too. I couldn’t ask for help. I knew that not only was I a better waterbender than he was a firebender, but also that water naturally beats fire. Yet, I feared him. It was unexplainable.
Then it happened. His first move entered into reality, striking me across the face. “This was it” I thought, “We fight now and end it.”
As I watched however, Zuko, was not charging at me like a mad animal, but was casually sliding towards me with his stupid dance moves.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked, getting within 6 feet of me, the flames of his right hand, licking mine for a brief second, and I was stunned. It was about time that I put this… boy… back in his place.
I laughed as she came at me with a forceful wrath. I laughed because waterbending was not made to be fueled by anger like firebending could. Sure it was true that firebending could be anger-powered, but it could also be powered from a different source, which I had recently found. Naturally, it took a little training, but that was easy enough. I did it in the evening when the sun was gone. If I could do it while the sun was far away, I could effortlessly master it when the sun was out. I succeeded. Not only did I manage to land another blow upon her dark-skinned face, but also another one to her body, and another, and another. The graceful moves of The Dancing Dragon linked together like the metallic links of a chain. Of course, I would probably end up killing her, unless she did the same to me first. That would then leave me to explain what happened to the others. “It was self-defense,” was my first thought. After all, she was the one who started everything. I had truly wanted to join them, despite how brief that moment was before I saw what I could gain. So, all in all, it was her fault. However, since I had the upper hand, I figured I could gloat a little to provoke little Katara further. After all, an angry opponent performs worse than a calm one.
I knew that he was playing my emotions, but I couldn’t do anything about it. He knew me too well. Thankfully, some Water Tribe techniques I had learned were in the method of defense, for I would have been overwhelmed. It was after a few minutes of fighting though, that I realized that I had stumbled into his trap. Not only was it the peak of the day, but also, he was heating the place up. He was dragging me into his type of fight, and I could not back down. One of us had to die here, and I wanted to make sure, that for my sake, as well as that of Aang and Sokka, that I wasn’t the one who did die. Oh, and of course Toph, but she was still a bit c0cky and independent, so I was less worried about her. It was mostly Sokka that I would miss should I fall, for he would be crushed shortly afterwards. Therefore, I had to fight. I managed to lash him several times across his chest and face, cutting open the sensitive area where his scar was. I grinned menacingly at my triumph to see that I had hit him in a weak point. He began walking over to me with a look of defeat. Maybe he would come and try to apologize to me. That would be the end of him. I don’t care who they are or how much they say they’ve repented. Some people just deserve to die.
I walked closer to her. I saw the waterbender’s body, beaten and bruised from where I had attacked it, but that was not on my mind at the moment. With both my hands clutched against my left eye: the brand given to me by my own father, I realized that this was the final move.
“Surely it was to end here,” I thought as the Fire Nation Prince walked towards me, and suddenly, my world became exceedingly heated, and I lost all feeling in my chest. He had surprise attacked me. I had once again fallen into his trap. This time, however, there would be no payback; no revenge. It was over. I was falling. What seemed like hours later, I was no longer on my feet, but lying face-up, looking at the sun. It gave life, but had helped in the ending of mine. Why was I the one dying? What were Sokka, Aang, and Toph going to do? Why should they suffer for something I did?
I loomed over Katara’s failing body, grinning slightly. “I guess that’s how it goes,” I said, “you put up a spectacular fight. I congratulate you on your bravery. Now, however, I must go and inform the others of how you turned against me and tried to kill me. Farewell, Katara.”
I screamed louder than I ever had in my life. My eyesight was dimming, and my life force diminishing. Zuko, Fire Nation Prince, just laughed at my expense and then calmly walked away. As I laid there dying, I wondered why there wasn’t someone to fix my wounds. Why couldn’t there have been a Katara for me? Aang’s back, Toph’s feet, and even the prospect of Zuko’s scar at one time or another. All my memories were coming back to me. My eyes no longer functioned. I now knew what Toph felt like to an extent. Now I was feeling my waterbending forces depart from my body as I lay there in my own blood, ready for my corpse to rot while Zuko insults me, saying that I, the one who defended them for so long, was the villain. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take all of this, but alas, now, I have no choice. It is over. I am finished.
“Katara is no more.” I said laughing, as I saw Aang, Toph, and Sokka come into view. They hadn’t heard me, but they’d learn the story soon enough—my story of how it went, that is…
thoughts? comments?
~Azula~
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