Post by Teяa253 on Sept 5, 2008 3:21:39 GMT 1
The unexpected 41st installment of my story of Avatar Kai. it mostly focuses on Katara, and DOES contain Zutara "fluff.
however, I did my best to make it "non-fluff" so bear with me anyways.
THE WATER CHIEF'S DREAM
I returned to the Northern Water Tribe a happier woman. Clazdian was gone, and I could feel that my husband Zuko’s soul was at peace. I was greeted a few days later by a familiar group. I saw Kai Serenes and her avatar daughter, Kai Serenes II. Accompanying them was Zuki Meisha, the 40-year-old former Kyoshi warrior who still kept her skills in shape. Behind them were two young children that I recognized immediately. After seeing Sokka Hakoda and Katara Altina again, the others excused me to be alone with them. After all, I had not told them what had become of their father. I had originally told them that he had gone to fight the evil supernatural, but I could hide the truth from them no longer. I had to tell them.
“Mommy!” little Sokka shouted, and ran into my arms. Little Katara Altina just stood there, looking back from me to Zuki. She looked confused.
“Mommy?” she said, looking back between me and Zuki again, and Zuki even motioned towards me—Katara—her mother. I was heartbroken. My own little daughter had trouble recognizing me. Had I really been stressful for that long? I picked her up and hugged her, and she sneezed. Her hands jerked and fire formed on them. I had forgotten that little Katara was a daddy’s girl. She was going to be so distressed when she learned the truth about what happened to her daddy—my beloved husband—Zuko.
“Mommy,” said young Sokka, “where’s daddy? Shouldn’t he be home now?”
“Daddy, daddy!” said Katara, jumping up and down excitedly. The look on her face forced me to bury my face in my ragged hair. They had no clue what had happened, and they had actually believed my story entirely. I was unable to bring myself to confess to them the truth.
“Daddy might be a little late,” I said, doing everything in my power to hold my tears back, “he’s... wounded. They’re going to heal him and he should be back soon.”
This shook them off for a while, and I was able to convince the young avatar Kai II to take them and play with them. Once I was alone, I again shut myself up in my chamber and let my tears flow. Unlike before, when they were tears of sorrow and anger, these tears were tears of sheer sympathy for my little children. I could not bear to think of how they would react—or the look on their faces once I told them.
“Sokka, Katara,” I pictured myself saying, “Daddy’s not coming back.” I could see Sokka then asking me what I meant, but I knew that Katara would understand right away. To her, it meant something bad had happened to daddy, and she would be devastated. She truly was a daddy’s girl, especially because it was Zuko that would amuse her with his firebending techniques. I just could not do this right now.
Later on that evening as I was going to sleep, I had a very interesting experience. Some would call it a vision; others would call it “Katara’s journey to the spirit world”. To me, it felt like a dream.
I was in the spirit world, and standing in front of me was Zuko. He did not quite look the same way I remembered him. It looked like he had perhaps aged a few years—something he would have naturally done of course, had he still been alive.
“Zuko,” I exclaimed, and threw myself around him. He seemed solid.
“Katara,” he whispered, “I know what Clazdian did to you once. I assure you, that this is me. His illusions and malice are gone from the world.”
I began sobbing from ecstasy and relief. “Why though,” I said, “why did you have to leave me so early?”
“Katara,” he said in the same tone as before, “I had no choice. Did you think that I wanted to be separated from you either? I am not going to be able to watch our little Katara’s reaction when you tell her that. She... she just meant so much to me—that adorable little firebender.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, “don’t remind me of that.”
“I’m sorry Katara.” He responded sympathetically, and held me tighter, “I know how hard this probably is on you—and I wish I could make it up to you. My leaving just seems so... so selfish. And yet, there is nothing I can do to fix the problem. To see my wife and children suffer like this—it hurts me more than anything you can possibly imagine.”
“How am I going to tell them?” I asked, “I can’t do it. I remember too vividly how hard it was on me when my mother died, but I think that little Katara’s bond with you was even stronger than that.”
“Just tell her that I’m happy,” Zuko replied, putting his hands on my shoulders, “granted, I’m nowhere near as happy as I was before I came here, but I have friends and family here too. No matter how distant I may seem, Katara, I’m always with you.”
“Always,” I exclaimed, “no matter what happens or who dies?”
“Always” Zuko replied, “Always and forever, Katara—until we meet again here.”
“and that is why I still go on,” I said, “I fight for my friends and family—and I assure you, that young Sokka and Katara will know you for the person you were—a very just, kind, and honorable man.”
“Thank you Katara,” Zuko said, “that means a lot. And granted, you will continue to be a great water chief.”
“Thank you,” I said, and embraced him once again. He put his hand into my huge mess of semi-curly hair and it stuck.
“Your hair,” he laughed, “even back in the day when you actually took care of it, it always amused me. Now, it almost scares me.” he pulled his hand free, chuckling.
“Heh,” I chuckled, “you think you’re scared, try having it stuck to your head.” I grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled on it. I felt no yanking feeling whatsoever.
“Katara,” said Zuko, still chuckling a little, “there is something that I want to tell you.”
“What is it?” I asked, waiting,
“I want you to have this,” he said, and he took out a Fire Nation hairpiece. It was the same one that had once belonged to Avatar Roku, which Iroh had given to him.
“You do realize,” he said, “that because you married me and because Avatar Kai is a reincarnation of Avatar Roku (with Aang in between) that you are related to that family now, correct?”
I had never really thought of it, and I was amazed
“You’re right,” I said, “I never thought of that.”
“Well,” said Zuko, placing it into my hand and closing my hand,” it’s yours. You can give it to Kai II if you want, or you can keep it, treasure it, or do whatever. Just remember me whatever you choose to do.”
“I will,” I replied, and pocketed the hairpiece. “Zuko, I will never forget you. Remember that until the day I die, okay?”
“I will,” he replied, smiling, “and of course, I’m saying goodbye now because I can feel that you are going back...”
Zuko was right. I jolted awake and was breathing heavily. That dream—that visit—had seemed so real. I had fallen asleep in my normal clothes, and for some reason, I was urged to feel in my pocket, just to see if it was a dream or not. I reached my hand in and I pulled out the same object that Zuko had given me—Avatar Roku’s Fire Nation hairpiece. I was so surprised. I had sort of taken Zuko’s words lightly, as I thought that it was symbolism instead. However, I now knew that he had meant it literally—that “dream” had somehow been real.
Avatar Kai suddenly stepped into my room.
“I heard a gasp,” she said, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, still trying to piece everything together, “thanks for caring.” I paused and looked at what I was holding.
“What is that,” Kai II asked me out of curiosity,
“Well,” I said, “in essence, it’s yours. It belonged to Avatar Roku. Here, take it. It IS yours now.”
“Thank you,” Kai II replied timidly,
“No,” I said, “thank you. Thank you for helping to avenge Zuko. I am sure he looks upon you very highly from where he is right now.”
Kai II smiled at me.
“Thank you, Lady Katara of the water tribes,” she said, “thank you.”
I just smiled in return.
~Katara~
however, I did my best to make it "non-fluff" so bear with me anyways.
THE WATER CHIEF'S DREAM
I returned to the Northern Water Tribe a happier woman. Clazdian was gone, and I could feel that my husband Zuko’s soul was at peace. I was greeted a few days later by a familiar group. I saw Kai Serenes and her avatar daughter, Kai Serenes II. Accompanying them was Zuki Meisha, the 40-year-old former Kyoshi warrior who still kept her skills in shape. Behind them were two young children that I recognized immediately. After seeing Sokka Hakoda and Katara Altina again, the others excused me to be alone with them. After all, I had not told them what had become of their father. I had originally told them that he had gone to fight the evil supernatural, but I could hide the truth from them no longer. I had to tell them.
“Mommy!” little Sokka shouted, and ran into my arms. Little Katara Altina just stood there, looking back from me to Zuki. She looked confused.
“Mommy?” she said, looking back between me and Zuki again, and Zuki even motioned towards me—Katara—her mother. I was heartbroken. My own little daughter had trouble recognizing me. Had I really been stressful for that long? I picked her up and hugged her, and she sneezed. Her hands jerked and fire formed on them. I had forgotten that little Katara was a daddy’s girl. She was going to be so distressed when she learned the truth about what happened to her daddy—my beloved husband—Zuko.
“Mommy,” said young Sokka, “where’s daddy? Shouldn’t he be home now?”
“Daddy, daddy!” said Katara, jumping up and down excitedly. The look on her face forced me to bury my face in my ragged hair. They had no clue what had happened, and they had actually believed my story entirely. I was unable to bring myself to confess to them the truth.
“Daddy might be a little late,” I said, doing everything in my power to hold my tears back, “he’s... wounded. They’re going to heal him and he should be back soon.”
This shook them off for a while, and I was able to convince the young avatar Kai II to take them and play with them. Once I was alone, I again shut myself up in my chamber and let my tears flow. Unlike before, when they were tears of sorrow and anger, these tears were tears of sheer sympathy for my little children. I could not bear to think of how they would react—or the look on their faces once I told them.
“Sokka, Katara,” I pictured myself saying, “Daddy’s not coming back.” I could see Sokka then asking me what I meant, but I knew that Katara would understand right away. To her, it meant something bad had happened to daddy, and she would be devastated. She truly was a daddy’s girl, especially because it was Zuko that would amuse her with his firebending techniques. I just could not do this right now.
Later on that evening as I was going to sleep, I had a very interesting experience. Some would call it a vision; others would call it “Katara’s journey to the spirit world”. To me, it felt like a dream.
I was in the spirit world, and standing in front of me was Zuko. He did not quite look the same way I remembered him. It looked like he had perhaps aged a few years—something he would have naturally done of course, had he still been alive.
“Zuko,” I exclaimed, and threw myself around him. He seemed solid.
“Katara,” he whispered, “I know what Clazdian did to you once. I assure you, that this is me. His illusions and malice are gone from the world.”
I began sobbing from ecstasy and relief. “Why though,” I said, “why did you have to leave me so early?”
“Katara,” he said in the same tone as before, “I had no choice. Did you think that I wanted to be separated from you either? I am not going to be able to watch our little Katara’s reaction when you tell her that. She... she just meant so much to me—that adorable little firebender.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, “don’t remind me of that.”
“I’m sorry Katara.” He responded sympathetically, and held me tighter, “I know how hard this probably is on you—and I wish I could make it up to you. My leaving just seems so... so selfish. And yet, there is nothing I can do to fix the problem. To see my wife and children suffer like this—it hurts me more than anything you can possibly imagine.”
“How am I going to tell them?” I asked, “I can’t do it. I remember too vividly how hard it was on me when my mother died, but I think that little Katara’s bond with you was even stronger than that.”
“Just tell her that I’m happy,” Zuko replied, putting his hands on my shoulders, “granted, I’m nowhere near as happy as I was before I came here, but I have friends and family here too. No matter how distant I may seem, Katara, I’m always with you.”
“Always,” I exclaimed, “no matter what happens or who dies?”
“Always” Zuko replied, “Always and forever, Katara—until we meet again here.”
“and that is why I still go on,” I said, “I fight for my friends and family—and I assure you, that young Sokka and Katara will know you for the person you were—a very just, kind, and honorable man.”
“Thank you Katara,” Zuko said, “that means a lot. And granted, you will continue to be a great water chief.”
“Thank you,” I said, and embraced him once again. He put his hand into my huge mess of semi-curly hair and it stuck.
“Your hair,” he laughed, “even back in the day when you actually took care of it, it always amused me. Now, it almost scares me.” he pulled his hand free, chuckling.
“Heh,” I chuckled, “you think you’re scared, try having it stuck to your head.” I grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled on it. I felt no yanking feeling whatsoever.
“Katara,” said Zuko, still chuckling a little, “there is something that I want to tell you.”
“What is it?” I asked, waiting,
“I want you to have this,” he said, and he took out a Fire Nation hairpiece. It was the same one that had once belonged to Avatar Roku, which Iroh had given to him.
“You do realize,” he said, “that because you married me and because Avatar Kai is a reincarnation of Avatar Roku (with Aang in between) that you are related to that family now, correct?”
I had never really thought of it, and I was amazed
“You’re right,” I said, “I never thought of that.”
“Well,” said Zuko, placing it into my hand and closing my hand,” it’s yours. You can give it to Kai II if you want, or you can keep it, treasure it, or do whatever. Just remember me whatever you choose to do.”
“I will,” I replied, and pocketed the hairpiece. “Zuko, I will never forget you. Remember that until the day I die, okay?”
“I will,” he replied, smiling, “and of course, I’m saying goodbye now because I can feel that you are going back...”
Zuko was right. I jolted awake and was breathing heavily. That dream—that visit—had seemed so real. I had fallen asleep in my normal clothes, and for some reason, I was urged to feel in my pocket, just to see if it was a dream or not. I reached my hand in and I pulled out the same object that Zuko had given me—Avatar Roku’s Fire Nation hairpiece. I was so surprised. I had sort of taken Zuko’s words lightly, as I thought that it was symbolism instead. However, I now knew that he had meant it literally—that “dream” had somehow been real.
Avatar Kai suddenly stepped into my room.
“I heard a gasp,” she said, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, still trying to piece everything together, “thanks for caring.” I paused and looked at what I was holding.
“What is that,” Kai II asked me out of curiosity,
“Well,” I said, “in essence, it’s yours. It belonged to Avatar Roku. Here, take it. It IS yours now.”
“Thank you,” Kai II replied timidly,
“No,” I said, “thank you. Thank you for helping to avenge Zuko. I am sure he looks upon you very highly from where he is right now.”
Kai II smiled at me.
“Thank you, Lady Katara of the water tribes,” she said, “thank you.”
I just smiled in return.
~Katara~
