Post by Teяa253 on Apr 23, 2008 12:18:35 GMT 1
okay, here's a disclaimer:
There is Zutara in this story. if you do not like Zutara, then you might not be too fond of the story. if you cannot stand Zutara, do not read.
there are some pretty vivid moments. if you don't mind Zutara, read it. if you're anything higher than this, read it.
Oh, and disclaimer #2: there's a part II with the same name.
anyways, here's the story.
DEVASTATED LOVE (I)
I had enjoyed teaching Kai Serenes II a little bit about waterbending, even though I knew that she was much better than I was. I thought that her mother would make a much better Water Tribe Chief than I would, but she wouldn’t take the position. She said she didn’t have the heart to tell people what to do. Her daughter was a little more outgoing and willing to take control than she was, but she was still very shy as well. Therefore, I, Katara, was left in charge. I didn’t mind the job, but things in the last three years had stressed me out rather severely. The most prominent one had been the death of my husband Zuko. It changed the way I live—the way I operated.
For a long time afterwards, I would shut myself up in my chamber, just dwelling on the subject. My hair, a possession of mine that I spent much of my day working on, on a regular basis, suffered the most dramatic change. That had been something Zuko had always found amusing about me. Now that he was gone, I couldn’t take it upon me to even look at it. I knew I couldn’t cut it, so I just left it—let it do its own thing. Within 3 months it was beyond my control. The damage was permanent. I ended up being able to stop dwelling on the subject of Zuko’s death, but my hair had gone feral. It went every which way, and was tangled beyond any means of description. I later described it as being perfectly well-made until someone set a bomb off in it—a big bomb.
After that, I just stopped caring. My destructive hair became my icon—my tribute to Zuko—a devastated love. However, shortly before Zuko had died, I had become chief of the water tribes, so, once all my stressing was done with, I went back to water tribe business. However, that changed after Kai Serenes appeared. While they were there—that very night, I felt a dark hand clasp my mouth, jab my gut, and I felt myself getting dragged away as I lost consciousness.
I woke up to find myself in a very strange place. It was like none I had ever seen before. It seemed that we were in space. Below me was a platform though. It didn’t look like earth or metal though. It was as if it was not an element—unless it was raw darkness. The whole area was different shades of all the colors of the rainbow, but mostly black and purple. I looked around. Suddenly, a figure that defied all description appeared in front of me. I screamed and jumped back. I fell down. This figure simply chuckled. It was the most hideous laugh I had ever heard.
“Who are you?” I asked,
“Who am I?” he replied, “Katara, I should be asking you that, but whoops—I already know your name, Water Tribe Chief. Anyways, my name is Clazdian. I am the lord of the supernatural race, which bears the name. The supernaturals have spanned a time frame of over 21000 years. Now, however, their numbers are dwindling. In fact, right now, I believe that there is only one left alive—one by the name of Tera Mezhiak Altina. You know of whom I speak don’t you?”
I paused. Something about him looking for Tera did not seem right. He seemed all too calm about knowing that the people he was in charge of were all dead save one. I didn’t know where Tera was, but even if I did I was not about to tell him.
“Why do you want to know where Tera is?” I asked. I felt that something was different with Tera. Tera Mezhiak Altina was obviously her full name, and I had not known that until now. I felt that Tera had not been acting on her own accord. I figured that someone with such a beautiful name had to be someone of a more—kinder nature. I had noticed the look on her face 19 years ago, and she had cast me a very sad look. I had not told anyone I saw it, and still to this day have not.
“I’ll be very straightforward with you, water tribe chief,” Clazdian replied, “I want to kill her. I know what she’s done, and she needs to die.”
“Why would you want to kill your own creation?” I asked,
“Why not?” he replied, “they are heartless; they have no feelings. Besides, all of the others have been slain by yours truly. I want to finish the job. Tera Mezhiak Altina is preventing me from doing that.”
“You,” I hissed indignantly, “you’ve killed them because you think they have no feeling? What sort of lord are you?”
“Foolish mortal, do not meddle in things above your realm of reality.” Clazdian replied in his same voice. He was unaffected by what I said. “The supernaturals were created from raw elements. They cannot have feelings, minds of their own. They have served their purpose, and so I figured I’d get rid of them.”
“That’s a lie!” I shouted, “They had feelings! Tera still does! She has a mind of her own; her own personality; her own interests, her own lusts, her own passions, her own hatred. She has everything you do!”
Clazdian laughed. “an ignorant child you are, Katara,” he said, “but I suppose if you are not going to tell me where Tera Mezhiak Altina has disappeared to, perhaps I could make it more... convincing...”
My jaw dropped. Clazdian had disappeared and Zuko had appeared in his place. I knew that this was Clazdian.
“Katara,” he said, and to my surprise, it was Zuko’s voice, “I miss you. Come here so I can hold you again.”
He held out his arms and smiled. Clazdian couldn’t smile like this. This must be him. After all, I knew that supernaturals could revive people if they died intact, and Zuko had indeed died intact. I jumped into his arms and he embraced me. I felt his loving warmth against my chest. This had to be him. He was back. I was so happy. He picked me up off the ground. After all, I was much shorter than he was. Zuko had been 6’1”, and I was only 5’4”, so there was quite the difference between us.
“Zuko,” I said, “I’m so sorry. I... I love you so much...”
“I love you too, Katara,” he replied, and our lips embraced. The same warmth of Zuko’s lips that I remember 3 years ago returned. I wished with all my heart that time would just stop here and now—forever. My miseries had ended Zuko was back.
“Do you know the way out of here?” I asked, and suddenly, his expression changed. He looked confused.
“Out of here,” he exclaimed, “I have no idea. I’ve been here forever.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. There were pieces of a new puzzle falling down now, and this one I did not like. I started to worry.
“This world,” he said, “IS an eternity, Katara. We can live it here.”
He paused for a second. “But never mind that. Katara, what’s gone on since I left? What happened to Tera?”
“Why do you want to know about Tera?” I asked, becoming more and more suspicious,
“Well,” Zuko replied, “she did help in killing me. Of course, I was trying to kill her, and then someone intervened...”
“I seriously don’t know,” I replied, “besides, what would you do if you found her?”
“I’d kill her to return the favor,” he replied angrily, “Katara, do you realize that that girl destroyed our love—our bond—and the father of our son? Where is the boy anyhow?”
“He is with another member of the water tribe,” I replied, “he is okay.”
“Katara,” he told me, “killing Tera is the only way I can return. We must do this—you must do this in my behalf.”
“But,” I exclaimed, “Tera was innocent. She didn’t kill you!”
“Hmm,” said Zuko to my surprise, “a claver response, Katara...”
Zuko’s voice began to change ever so slightly. More pieces of the foul puzzle were falling, but not very many of them linked yet. I was not sad, not mad, not happy—just confused.
“But obviously,” Zuko continued, “you’ll have to learn to listen to my orders... the foul way.”
To my terror, Zuko grinned, and had taken on a shadowy tint. He now had Clazdian’s voice. I did everything in my power to not break out crying then and there. This had not been my husband; this had been Clazdian’s foul work the entire time.
~Katara~
There is Zutara in this story. if you do not like Zutara, then you might not be too fond of the story. if you cannot stand Zutara, do not read.
there are some pretty vivid moments. if you don't mind Zutara, read it. if you're anything higher than this, read it.
Oh, and disclaimer #2: there's a part II with the same name.
anyways, here's the story.
DEVASTATED LOVE (I)
I had enjoyed teaching Kai Serenes II a little bit about waterbending, even though I knew that she was much better than I was. I thought that her mother would make a much better Water Tribe Chief than I would, but she wouldn’t take the position. She said she didn’t have the heart to tell people what to do. Her daughter was a little more outgoing and willing to take control than she was, but she was still very shy as well. Therefore, I, Katara, was left in charge. I didn’t mind the job, but things in the last three years had stressed me out rather severely. The most prominent one had been the death of my husband Zuko. It changed the way I live—the way I operated.
For a long time afterwards, I would shut myself up in my chamber, just dwelling on the subject. My hair, a possession of mine that I spent much of my day working on, on a regular basis, suffered the most dramatic change. That had been something Zuko had always found amusing about me. Now that he was gone, I couldn’t take it upon me to even look at it. I knew I couldn’t cut it, so I just left it—let it do its own thing. Within 3 months it was beyond my control. The damage was permanent. I ended up being able to stop dwelling on the subject of Zuko’s death, but my hair had gone feral. It went every which way, and was tangled beyond any means of description. I later described it as being perfectly well-made until someone set a bomb off in it—a big bomb.
After that, I just stopped caring. My destructive hair became my icon—my tribute to Zuko—a devastated love. However, shortly before Zuko had died, I had become chief of the water tribes, so, once all my stressing was done with, I went back to water tribe business. However, that changed after Kai Serenes appeared. While they were there—that very night, I felt a dark hand clasp my mouth, jab my gut, and I felt myself getting dragged away as I lost consciousness.
I woke up to find myself in a very strange place. It was like none I had ever seen before. It seemed that we were in space. Below me was a platform though. It didn’t look like earth or metal though. It was as if it was not an element—unless it was raw darkness. The whole area was different shades of all the colors of the rainbow, but mostly black and purple. I looked around. Suddenly, a figure that defied all description appeared in front of me. I screamed and jumped back. I fell down. This figure simply chuckled. It was the most hideous laugh I had ever heard.
“Who are you?” I asked,
“Who am I?” he replied, “Katara, I should be asking you that, but whoops—I already know your name, Water Tribe Chief. Anyways, my name is Clazdian. I am the lord of the supernatural race, which bears the name. The supernaturals have spanned a time frame of over 21000 years. Now, however, their numbers are dwindling. In fact, right now, I believe that there is only one left alive—one by the name of Tera Mezhiak Altina. You know of whom I speak don’t you?”
I paused. Something about him looking for Tera did not seem right. He seemed all too calm about knowing that the people he was in charge of were all dead save one. I didn’t know where Tera was, but even if I did I was not about to tell him.
“Why do you want to know where Tera is?” I asked. I felt that something was different with Tera. Tera Mezhiak Altina was obviously her full name, and I had not known that until now. I felt that Tera had not been acting on her own accord. I figured that someone with such a beautiful name had to be someone of a more—kinder nature. I had noticed the look on her face 19 years ago, and she had cast me a very sad look. I had not told anyone I saw it, and still to this day have not.
“I’ll be very straightforward with you, water tribe chief,” Clazdian replied, “I want to kill her. I know what she’s done, and she needs to die.”
“Why would you want to kill your own creation?” I asked,
“Why not?” he replied, “they are heartless; they have no feelings. Besides, all of the others have been slain by yours truly. I want to finish the job. Tera Mezhiak Altina is preventing me from doing that.”
“You,” I hissed indignantly, “you’ve killed them because you think they have no feeling? What sort of lord are you?”
“Foolish mortal, do not meddle in things above your realm of reality.” Clazdian replied in his same voice. He was unaffected by what I said. “The supernaturals were created from raw elements. They cannot have feelings, minds of their own. They have served their purpose, and so I figured I’d get rid of them.”
“That’s a lie!” I shouted, “They had feelings! Tera still does! She has a mind of her own; her own personality; her own interests, her own lusts, her own passions, her own hatred. She has everything you do!”
Clazdian laughed. “an ignorant child you are, Katara,” he said, “but I suppose if you are not going to tell me where Tera Mezhiak Altina has disappeared to, perhaps I could make it more... convincing...”
My jaw dropped. Clazdian had disappeared and Zuko had appeared in his place. I knew that this was Clazdian.
“Katara,” he said, and to my surprise, it was Zuko’s voice, “I miss you. Come here so I can hold you again.”
He held out his arms and smiled. Clazdian couldn’t smile like this. This must be him. After all, I knew that supernaturals could revive people if they died intact, and Zuko had indeed died intact. I jumped into his arms and he embraced me. I felt his loving warmth against my chest. This had to be him. He was back. I was so happy. He picked me up off the ground. After all, I was much shorter than he was. Zuko had been 6’1”, and I was only 5’4”, so there was quite the difference between us.
“Zuko,” I said, “I’m so sorry. I... I love you so much...”
“I love you too, Katara,” he replied, and our lips embraced. The same warmth of Zuko’s lips that I remember 3 years ago returned. I wished with all my heart that time would just stop here and now—forever. My miseries had ended Zuko was back.
“Do you know the way out of here?” I asked, and suddenly, his expression changed. He looked confused.
“Out of here,” he exclaimed, “I have no idea. I’ve been here forever.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. There were pieces of a new puzzle falling down now, and this one I did not like. I started to worry.
“This world,” he said, “IS an eternity, Katara. We can live it here.”
He paused for a second. “But never mind that. Katara, what’s gone on since I left? What happened to Tera?”
“Why do you want to know about Tera?” I asked, becoming more and more suspicious,
“Well,” Zuko replied, “she did help in killing me. Of course, I was trying to kill her, and then someone intervened...”
“I seriously don’t know,” I replied, “besides, what would you do if you found her?”
“I’d kill her to return the favor,” he replied angrily, “Katara, do you realize that that girl destroyed our love—our bond—and the father of our son? Where is the boy anyhow?”
“He is with another member of the water tribe,” I replied, “he is okay.”
“Katara,” he told me, “killing Tera is the only way I can return. We must do this—you must do this in my behalf.”
“But,” I exclaimed, “Tera was innocent. She didn’t kill you!”
“Hmm,” said Zuko to my surprise, “a claver response, Katara...”
Zuko’s voice began to change ever so slightly. More pieces of the foul puzzle were falling, but not very many of them linked yet. I was not sad, not mad, not happy—just confused.
“But obviously,” Zuko continued, “you’ll have to learn to listen to my orders... the foul way.”
To my terror, Zuko grinned, and had taken on a shadowy tint. He now had Clazdian’s voice. I did everything in my power to not break out crying then and there. This had not been my husband; this had been Clazdian’s foul work the entire time.
~Katara~
