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The Price of Peace	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 19176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary – Katara has a nightmare.

Interlude Eight –

Shivering as she slept, the traumatic events of the day lent themselves to Katara’s dreams. Dreams were normally boring monotonies, replaying daily chores of Water Tribe life, but this dream was different. It was a nightmare – a scene from the past.

She was cold and wet -- a sensation not uncommon to a Waterbender, but this was different. The pain in her head was crippling and constant. Darkness consumed her. She felt like she was drowning.

There were muffled sounds all around her – voices shouting and laughing. Someone was afraid. Another was angry. Malicious laughter was close, threateningly close.

Katara struggled to open her eyes, but the effort was too much.

Frigid water moved around her and her weight shifted. Something or someone pulled her hair and she cried out in protest.

“So you are still alive,” a sickeningly familiar voice spat next to her ear.

“Azula!” gasped Katara in horror, placing the voice and the memory of the Fire Princess’ death.

Azula forced Katara’s head under the water and pulled her up with a vicious jerk.

Katara gasped for air, trying to draw upon her bending to defend herself.

Someone shouted and her captor pulled her tightly against her. Something hot seared the side of her neck and she screamed.

“Take one more step, Zu-Zu, and I’ll run her through!” Azula threatened, pressing the tip of a fire dagger into Katara’s neck.

“Let her go, Azula!” she heard Zuko’s demand in the distance.

“Make me!” retorted the young Firebender as she panted with the effort of moving through the water.

As she was pulled to her feet, Katara heard the familiar whiz of Sokka’s boomerang. The cut of the weapon into her hair intensified the pain in her head but only for a moment.

It was enough. It was enough to cut her free. Falling forward onto her knees, Katara gasped in pain. Her tears mixed with blood. The water was not deep. It called to her. It wanted her to heal herself. Was she still capable of creating healing water?

Her thoughts were in turmoil and she paid little attention to the fire duel between siblings. Strong arms took hold of her and she shied away.

“Don’t worry, Katara,” her brother murmured. “I’ve got you.”

Sokka pulled her to the shore and she was able to open her eyes as Sokka administered to her wounds. She could see Zuko stumble as he drew his sister’s wrath away from them.

Wiping the blood from her eyes, Katara could hear the worry in Sokka’s voice. She must be in pretty bad shape. Even up against a fleet of Fire Nation ships, she had never heard so much fear in his voice.

He pressed against the bump on her head and she whimpered. “Come on, Katara! Heal yourself! Please!”

“Don’t do it, Azula!” Zuko cried out as blue flames leapt into the air.

A cry of rage filled the air and Katara looked up in time to see the Fire Princess’ precarious perch on a boulder in the middle of the rapids. Azula lost her footing and plunged into the white waters.

The river took little notice as it swallowed her, carrying her limp figure over the edge of the unforgiving waterfall.

Stricken and weak, Katara froze the currents of the raging rapids in search of the fallen princess, but the currents were too powerful. She was too late.

Azula was dead.

Bolting upright in bed, Katara covered her face and wept.

“Is everything all right, Katara of the Water Tribe?”

Dashing the tears away, she searched the room for the source of the unfamiliar voice and found a pair of soldiers standing guard by the door. Dreams and reality clashed and panic seized her. “W-where is the Fire Lord?”

“The Fire Lord had urgent business he had to attended to,” the soldier replied.

Katara frowned and a twinge of disappointment crowded the memory of her dream. “So much for never leaving his sight,” she mumbled.

Securing her robe and shoving the memory of her nightmare to the back of her mind, she got out of bed and walked toward the water basin. Pouring the water, she heaved the large bowl into her arms and started to walk toward the door to the bath.

The guards made to follow her but she stopped and set the bowl down. “Where do you two think you’re going?”

The guard on the right stiffened. “With you. Fire Lord Zuko’s orders… We cannot let you leave our sight.”

Her bladder was full and her mood was foul. She did not have time for such nonsense. Shrugging her shoulders, Katara walked into the next room and turned to close the door. But both guards were there, crowding her space and making her angry.

So she picked up the bowl of water and walked back into the bedchamber. They followed her again.

Katara slammed the bowl onto a nearby table, some of the water sloshing out and onto the floor. “Look!” she huffed. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell, deal? Now, I’ve got to… Well, you get the picture, and I really don’t feel like having an audience. If you all wait here, I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.”

One of the guards crossed his arms over his chest while the other one clutched his lance. “We will follow Fire Lord Zuko’s orders.”

Rolling her eyes, Katara tossed the contents of the large bowl at the soldier’s feet, quickly freezing them to the floor. Luckily, neither of them were benders and able to melt the ice. They gazed at her imploringly as they tried to free themselves.

Katara smirked and poured more water from the pitcher into the basin, picking it up and walking into the next room. “By the time I’m finished with my ablutions, you all should be thawed out.”

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TBC

A/N – The next chapter is kind of complex, so it may take a little longer to update. I just thought I’d warn you all. Sorry for the inconvenience. I estimate the next chapter to arrive by the weekend if that’s any consolation.
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