Avatar Katara AU - part 4
A continuation of this post which was getting kind of long.
On the night that Katara was born, bright lights lit the inky sky across the entire globe. The Elders of the Southern Water Tribe declared it a bad omen. Saddled with that legacy, eleven-year-old Katara struggles with making friends and keeping secrets from her family. Secrets that could get her and them killed.
Because if it's one thing every Water Tribe child knows it's that waterbenders are dangerous. And Katara is a waterbender.
Waterbending is illegal at the South Pole, but that doesn't stop Katara from practicing in the shadows between her chores, meager school time, and trying to maintain rocky friendships with the other kids of the tribe. That all changes the night the Fire Nation attacks.
Now Katara, Sokka, and their friends are fighting for their life in enemy territory with Katara's secret hanging heavy over their heads ready to burst like a dam and change the world forever. Because Katara can bend more than just water.
Chapter 4
Sokka yanked Katara behind the house as the soldiers spread out, going house to house. They could hear one inside the very house they were hiding behind as things were thrown to the ground, glass broken, tapestries torn. It didn’t sound like they were actually looking for anything; they were just making a mess, but Katara guessed that might just be the point.
She had heard stories of the raids. Mostly from the older kids. Faded memories from when they were barely off their mothers’ apron strings. The black snow would come and then the soldiers. At first the waterbenders fought back, but the Fire Nation soldiers would kill or capture as many as they could. They came back again and again until they stopped finding waterbenders. Now there weren’t anymore. At least as far as anyone knew.
Except her mother knew.
Were they looking for her? Maybe she could stop this. If they took just her then the rest of the village would be safe. She started to get up, but Sokka pulled her back down.
“What are you doing?” he hissed, practically sitting on her to keep her in place.
“I want to help.”
“How are you going to help? You’re eleven.” He glanced around—the soldiers had moved on to the houses near the rear of the village. “We need to get out of here.”
“But-”
“No. My job is to keep you safe. Not let you run right into the middle of danger because you want to, ‘help,’” He used his fingers to quote.
She glared at him, but before she could formulate a scathing retort, a shadow loomed over them. Sokka groaned as Katara looked slowly up at the man with the sideburns.
