Post by Teяa253 on Oct 18, 2008 0:51:58 GMT 1
OMG another stylish use of the ending words? what am I on this time and where do I buy more?
DISCLAIMER: please note that the Katara in this series is a firebender whose mother was a descendant of the Katara from the series (it mentions a legendary waterbender who lived over 1200 years ago.) it is not the Katara from the TV series.
CHAPTER 15: KATARA'S CORRUPTION
The only downside to Zakura’s proposition was that not even she was aware of just how quickly Xin Shing was operating on that plan. After a little prying from Zakura, she learned that Mulan had gone to the spirit world that night too. Mulan was naturally quite spiritual being an Air Nomad, but spirituality was also something she held very high in her life. She had been warned of Xin Shing’s treachery. However, she had not been warned either about how quickly it had started.
A ways away in the Fire Nation, it was beginning to take effect. Xin Shing was in the Fire Nation on his way to visit Fire Lord Orzon and Fire Lady Ayumi when he saw it—a young girl of about 15. She had scraggly and absurdly curly long, dark brown hair, tanned skin, golden eyes and was clad in dark red and gold colors.
“Hmm,” Xin Shing muttered, stopping, “that girl looks oddly familiar. What is it about her that seems to spark my memory?”
He decided to follow her, but kept her just in his sight so she wouldn’t notice him. She rounded a corner and suddenly someone grabbed her. She wrenched herself away from her attacker, and decked him hard in the face. She had a strong arm for a young girl. Additionally, she had asset of braced gauntlets that ran from her elbows to o her hands, only exposing her fingertips. It was these that had caught Xin Shing’s attention. The girl he had met several years back had worn something similar, except hers were resistant to fire. Xin Shing noticed that the girl had gotten into a bad situation. She was cornered by firebenders, and couldn’t find an escape.
“Don’t do this,” she warned; she had a rough, raspy voice that seemed like it shouldn’t belong to her. Naturally her attackers didn’t concede, and they moved in closer. One of the women shot a fireball at her, and right as she did, the girl crossed her arms, and the braces she wore either absorbed or deflected the flames.
“This is my target,” Xin Shing muttered; he recognized some of the attackers as Order members, but although he wasn’t going to attack them, she was going to make sure that the girl got out of there safely.
“Katara Altina II, you are mine,” he smirked, for he knew this girl’s name. She had been named after her mother, who was a waterbender. Her mother had been named after a legendary waterbender who had lived over 1200 years ago.
Xin Shing figured that this girl would get out of here safely, as now he know who she was—he had been searching for her for a long time, because he knew of her power. She had more raw energy than a Fire Lord during a comet. However, her body was not built for the energy her spirit had. She lacked the necessary control to be able to use her abilities as effectively as a Fire Lord or Lady.
After Katara had blocked the fireball, the others attacked. She took several hits before she struck back. She blasted them all several feet away, and the force from the sheer power and volume of her fireball has blasted her backwards into the wall she was against, leaving her slightly dazed. The others must not have known how powerful she was; for once she had unleashed some of her power on them they fled without a second thought. After they were gone, Xin Shing came up to investigate the damage. The building she had smashed backwards into was abandoned, so it was nothing important. He looked her over, and saw she was unconscious.
“Excellent move, Katara,” he chuckled, hoisting her over her shoulders, “excellent move...”
Katara woke up to find herself outside of the city. She was still a bit groggy and so it took a moment or two for her to come around. She felt her bare feet against the grass, but a quick glance around let her find her boots, which were beside her. She looked around. From what she saw, she was all alone.
“I could have sworn I was knocked out in town,” she muttered, “is this some sort of dream,”
Katara used an incredibly powerful firebending move towards the ground that was too powerful for her, and it blasted her several feet into the air. She landed painfully on her face, and this was sort of verification that this was not a dream.
“Ouch,” she muttered, and shook her head. She stood up and fell backwards from shock at what she was seeing. In front of her was an enormous fiery head probably about 10 feet tall and 10 feet in the air. If Katara jumped at it she’d go off the edge of the Cliffside she was on.
Katara recognized the face as that of the old Fire Lord. Katara’s father had known him well, and Katara looked at him in high regard because of this (and because he was the Fire Lord). His wife, Zeruda, was still alive and now part of the Avatar Guard Secret Service, which consisted of her, the Earth Queen, and the Water Chief’s wife.
“Hello, Katara Altina II,” the fiery figure said, “do you remember me?”
“Aye,” Katara replied, “you were the old Fire Lord before Orzon.”
“What do you know about The Order of the Avatar Slayer,” it asked,
“They were responsible for the raid that killed my father,” she said, and it seemed to make her angry thinking about this.
“That was back in the day,” said the voice, “nowadays the Order will accept you for who you are—they will understand what you have been through. They are here to being balance into the world.”
“Who are you,” Katara asked,
“I am the one who can help you avenge your family,” the face replied,
“I don’t want revenge,” Katara replied, “I want to try and forget the face of the men who attacked us.”
“Surely you’re not afraid of them” it said, “after all, a girl with power like yours could take on the avatar.”
“I don’t want to kill the avatar,” said Katara stubbornly, “he never did anything to me, so why would I want him dead?”
The last avatar, Avatar Lahka was of course male, and Katara did not know Zakura. The avatar’s identity was kept a tight secret.
“If The Order can do nothing else for you, Katara, they can at least find your family again,” this was the figure’s last attempt, and fortunately for the ones operating it, it worked. This was a scheme used by Xin Shing and Fire Lord Orzon. They were hidden in the trees, Xin Shing using airbending to magnify and alter his voice, and Orzon bending the fire into the talking head of the old Fire Lord.
“You know where my family is,” Katara exclaimed, “what do I have to do to see them again; you name it, I will do it.”
“Join us and put your powers on the side of The Order,” said the figure, “and then your vision here shall end.”
“You have my services,” said Katara, now on her knees starting up at the figure, “just keep me and my family away from any other harm.”
“That can be arranged,” said the voice, “now make haste and go to the Fire Lord’s Palace. The Fire Lord and Lady are expecting you.”
“How do they know about me?” Katara asked,
“Because they have seen this vision as well,” the face replied,
“Alright then,” said Katara, and right as she said it the face vanished into the air, leaving Katara seemingly alone. She got her boots back on and headed back towards the city. She didn’t think that two people might have been working together on that, and she knew that one person couldn’t. She got there and passed by a group of young Fire Nation girls who looked about her age and a little older. Katara cringed at their revealing attire, hoping sincerely that they wouldn’t try to force her into something of that sort.
“Why are you wearing boy’s clothes,” one of the girl’s said in a high giggly voice, and her little cronies all laughed. All of them had irritatingly high voices which bugged Katara
“Because I don’t want the guys getting jealous of my battle scars,” Katara replied. Her voice was much lower than theirs, and it was a quite humorous contrast. Katara turned to them and lifted her shirt to show them her midriff. Unlike theirs, Katara’s midriff was rough and scarred from the various fights she had gotten in and her spasms during her younger years where she would hurt herself. Katara smirked at their shocked expressions and pulled her shirt down.
“What’s the matter, scared,” she taunted, and made her way to the palace. Incidentally, the girls followed behind but kept their distance.
“Welcome to The Order of the Avatar Slayer,” said the Fire Lord upon Katara’s entrance (granted by permission of course, and the girls who were following her stayed outside the doors),
“Yeah,” said Katara, seemingly indifferent, “you’re not gonna make me dress up like those clowns out there, are you?”
Orzon paused for a second, and then smiled.
“You’re nice and straightforward, young lady,” he said, “I like that. You can do whatever you please here.”
Orzon proceeded to give Katara a rundown of the palace. It turned out that the girls who followed her were servant girls, and they had expected her to be the same. When they found out she was officially part of the Order, they became jealous, but Katara didn’t care.
“I guess I’m better than you with my low voice and my boy’s clothes,” she laughed, “let your boyfriends challenge me to an arm wrestle,” she paused and flexed. Excessive firebending had given her powerful arms and legs. “Or better yet,” she said “an Agni Kai,”
She made a huge fireball on her arm, and walked off chuckling, leaving the girls speechless. However, what she didn’t know what that she was on the wrong side. This was Katara’s Corruption.
~Azula~
DISCLAIMER: please note that the Katara in this series is a firebender whose mother was a descendant of the Katara from the series (it mentions a legendary waterbender who lived over 1200 years ago.) it is not the Katara from the TV series.
CHAPTER 15: KATARA'S CORRUPTION
The only downside to Zakura’s proposition was that not even she was aware of just how quickly Xin Shing was operating on that plan. After a little prying from Zakura, she learned that Mulan had gone to the spirit world that night too. Mulan was naturally quite spiritual being an Air Nomad, but spirituality was also something she held very high in her life. She had been warned of Xin Shing’s treachery. However, she had not been warned either about how quickly it had started.
A ways away in the Fire Nation, it was beginning to take effect. Xin Shing was in the Fire Nation on his way to visit Fire Lord Orzon and Fire Lady Ayumi when he saw it—a young girl of about 15. She had scraggly and absurdly curly long, dark brown hair, tanned skin, golden eyes and was clad in dark red and gold colors.
“Hmm,” Xin Shing muttered, stopping, “that girl looks oddly familiar. What is it about her that seems to spark my memory?”
He decided to follow her, but kept her just in his sight so she wouldn’t notice him. She rounded a corner and suddenly someone grabbed her. She wrenched herself away from her attacker, and decked him hard in the face. She had a strong arm for a young girl. Additionally, she had asset of braced gauntlets that ran from her elbows to o her hands, only exposing her fingertips. It was these that had caught Xin Shing’s attention. The girl he had met several years back had worn something similar, except hers were resistant to fire. Xin Shing noticed that the girl had gotten into a bad situation. She was cornered by firebenders, and couldn’t find an escape.
“Don’t do this,” she warned; she had a rough, raspy voice that seemed like it shouldn’t belong to her. Naturally her attackers didn’t concede, and they moved in closer. One of the women shot a fireball at her, and right as she did, the girl crossed her arms, and the braces she wore either absorbed or deflected the flames.
“This is my target,” Xin Shing muttered; he recognized some of the attackers as Order members, but although he wasn’t going to attack them, she was going to make sure that the girl got out of there safely.
“Katara Altina II, you are mine,” he smirked, for he knew this girl’s name. She had been named after her mother, who was a waterbender. Her mother had been named after a legendary waterbender who had lived over 1200 years ago.
Xin Shing figured that this girl would get out of here safely, as now he know who she was—he had been searching for her for a long time, because he knew of her power. She had more raw energy than a Fire Lord during a comet. However, her body was not built for the energy her spirit had. She lacked the necessary control to be able to use her abilities as effectively as a Fire Lord or Lady.
After Katara had blocked the fireball, the others attacked. She took several hits before she struck back. She blasted them all several feet away, and the force from the sheer power and volume of her fireball has blasted her backwards into the wall she was against, leaving her slightly dazed. The others must not have known how powerful she was; for once she had unleashed some of her power on them they fled without a second thought. After they were gone, Xin Shing came up to investigate the damage. The building she had smashed backwards into was abandoned, so it was nothing important. He looked her over, and saw she was unconscious.
“Excellent move, Katara,” he chuckled, hoisting her over her shoulders, “excellent move...”
Katara woke up to find herself outside of the city. She was still a bit groggy and so it took a moment or two for her to come around. She felt her bare feet against the grass, but a quick glance around let her find her boots, which were beside her. She looked around. From what she saw, she was all alone.
“I could have sworn I was knocked out in town,” she muttered, “is this some sort of dream,”
Katara used an incredibly powerful firebending move towards the ground that was too powerful for her, and it blasted her several feet into the air. She landed painfully on her face, and this was sort of verification that this was not a dream.
“Ouch,” she muttered, and shook her head. She stood up and fell backwards from shock at what she was seeing. In front of her was an enormous fiery head probably about 10 feet tall and 10 feet in the air. If Katara jumped at it she’d go off the edge of the Cliffside she was on.
Katara recognized the face as that of the old Fire Lord. Katara’s father had known him well, and Katara looked at him in high regard because of this (and because he was the Fire Lord). His wife, Zeruda, was still alive and now part of the Avatar Guard Secret Service, which consisted of her, the Earth Queen, and the Water Chief’s wife.
“Hello, Katara Altina II,” the fiery figure said, “do you remember me?”
“Aye,” Katara replied, “you were the old Fire Lord before Orzon.”
“What do you know about The Order of the Avatar Slayer,” it asked,
“They were responsible for the raid that killed my father,” she said, and it seemed to make her angry thinking about this.
“That was back in the day,” said the voice, “nowadays the Order will accept you for who you are—they will understand what you have been through. They are here to being balance into the world.”
“Who are you,” Katara asked,
“I am the one who can help you avenge your family,” the face replied,
“I don’t want revenge,” Katara replied, “I want to try and forget the face of the men who attacked us.”
“Surely you’re not afraid of them” it said, “after all, a girl with power like yours could take on the avatar.”
“I don’t want to kill the avatar,” said Katara stubbornly, “he never did anything to me, so why would I want him dead?”
The last avatar, Avatar Lahka was of course male, and Katara did not know Zakura. The avatar’s identity was kept a tight secret.
“If The Order can do nothing else for you, Katara, they can at least find your family again,” this was the figure’s last attempt, and fortunately for the ones operating it, it worked. This was a scheme used by Xin Shing and Fire Lord Orzon. They were hidden in the trees, Xin Shing using airbending to magnify and alter his voice, and Orzon bending the fire into the talking head of the old Fire Lord.
“You know where my family is,” Katara exclaimed, “what do I have to do to see them again; you name it, I will do it.”
“Join us and put your powers on the side of The Order,” said the figure, “and then your vision here shall end.”
“You have my services,” said Katara, now on her knees starting up at the figure, “just keep me and my family away from any other harm.”
“That can be arranged,” said the voice, “now make haste and go to the Fire Lord’s Palace. The Fire Lord and Lady are expecting you.”
“How do they know about me?” Katara asked,
“Because they have seen this vision as well,” the face replied,
“Alright then,” said Katara, and right as she said it the face vanished into the air, leaving Katara seemingly alone. She got her boots back on and headed back towards the city. She didn’t think that two people might have been working together on that, and she knew that one person couldn’t. She got there and passed by a group of young Fire Nation girls who looked about her age and a little older. Katara cringed at their revealing attire, hoping sincerely that they wouldn’t try to force her into something of that sort.
“Why are you wearing boy’s clothes,” one of the girl’s said in a high giggly voice, and her little cronies all laughed. All of them had irritatingly high voices which bugged Katara
“Because I don’t want the guys getting jealous of my battle scars,” Katara replied. Her voice was much lower than theirs, and it was a quite humorous contrast. Katara turned to them and lifted her shirt to show them her midriff. Unlike theirs, Katara’s midriff was rough and scarred from the various fights she had gotten in and her spasms during her younger years where she would hurt herself. Katara smirked at their shocked expressions and pulled her shirt down.
“What’s the matter, scared,” she taunted, and made her way to the palace. Incidentally, the girls followed behind but kept their distance.
“Welcome to The Order of the Avatar Slayer,” said the Fire Lord upon Katara’s entrance (granted by permission of course, and the girls who were following her stayed outside the doors),
“Yeah,” said Katara, seemingly indifferent, “you’re not gonna make me dress up like those clowns out there, are you?”
Orzon paused for a second, and then smiled.
“You’re nice and straightforward, young lady,” he said, “I like that. You can do whatever you please here.”
Orzon proceeded to give Katara a rundown of the palace. It turned out that the girls who followed her were servant girls, and they had expected her to be the same. When they found out she was officially part of the Order, they became jealous, but Katara didn’t care.
“I guess I’m better than you with my low voice and my boy’s clothes,” she laughed, “let your boyfriends challenge me to an arm wrestle,” she paused and flexed. Excessive firebending had given her powerful arms and legs. “Or better yet,” she said “an Agni Kai,”
She made a huge fireball on her arm, and walked off chuckling, leaving the girls speechless. However, what she didn’t know what that she was on the wrong side. This was Katara’s Corruption.
~Azula~
