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A new Journey	By : sicklysweet24 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 5781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

Dreams Continued

Katara quickly rose from her mat and headed towards a medium size chest which was made of white wood and an intricate design of the moon casting light over a midnight blue ocean. This chest belonged to her mother; it was a present her father gave her mother during the first year of marriage.

She opened it and brushed her fingers across her mother’s name that was carved in the upper right hand corner. I love you mom she thought to herself, then she began to pick out her clothes for today. Nothing fancy since she would be leaving in a few days.

Once she gathered all her clothes she placed them on her mat so they would not be wrinkled by the time she came back, the she grabbed her robe and slowly opened the tent flap and peeked outside. It was early morning but no so early some of the tribe members would be up by now. I better hurry up if I want a bath alone. Hurriedly she used her bending to pull her towards water.

Soon she found a spring, the water was clear with a dark sandy bottom and little tiny fish the color of dark brown with white specks swam along the sides. She disrobed and slowly eased herself into the water; she washed vigorously then dove under the surface for a rinse.

When she emerged she saw Amerione standing near the edge, she didn’t feel threatened or embarrassed. She had bathed with her and Tam numerous times.

“Hello there” said Amerione

“Good Morning”

“May I join you?”

“Sure, but I was just leaving I have a lot to do today.”

“That’s ok I won’t be long I have a meeting with Bato in a few short hours.” She said disrobing and then merging into the water.

“Oh are you two friends?”

“Yes, he’s a very nice man and I like him a lot.”

“Just friends or something more” Katara said perking up at the thought of her best friend in love.

“No I like Bato but there is another.”

“Bato is a good man and he deserves to be happy, I hope he finds a wife.”

Katara couldn’t help but feel a little defensive, Bato was certainly husband and father material as well as honorable and handsome and a great friend. Who could possibly be better than him?

“He will” Amerione said eyeing Katara strangely

Meanwhile…

Last night had gone perfectly Katara had accepted; now all he needed to do was pack and map out a few routes. He began to think about Katara, she was young, intelligent, beautiful, and a bender. And he was just an old warrior with two failed attempts at marriage. Would she see me differently than Lani or Amerione? Bato thought to himself.

Seeing the sunlight seep through his tent he pushed aside his thoughts. He better get up, there was a lot to be done and he had an early morning meeting with Amerione. Grabbing his robe he headed towards a spring he found earlier in this week. As he approached he heard laughing and talking, who else sought to bathe in the same spring he had chosen? He thought to himself he wasn’t about to turn back because he was almost there.

Nimbly he emerged from the bushes but surprise and embarrassment stopped him in his tracks. He saw two women; on the right Katara and the left Amerione. Katara reached over to wash Amerione back then her friend returned the favor. The two women were laughing amicably. Bato wondered if Amerione preferred the company of women. Maybe that’s why the marriage proposal failed and what if Katara felt the same way.

Oh gods help me, would he ever get a wife? To avoid the embarrassment of being caught he slowly retreated back into the bushes but failed as his foot landed on a twig with a loud snap. The two women were alerted immediately of his presence. Great now there going to think of me as a perverted old man how am I going to get out of this on. He thought turning to the women he said.

“Hello ladies, I am sorry for intruding I didn’t think anyone would be here, I wanted to bathe in this spring but when I saw it was already occupied I decided to leave.”

His face and voice conveyed only truth and concern. Katara shook her shock and embarrassment away, she knew him to be a man of truth and honor.

“We were just leaving anyway, if you would please give us a moment to make ourselves decent it would be greatly appreciated.” Said Katara

Upon hearing this Amerione broke herself out of the same state Katara had just been in.

“Of course let me know when you’re robbed.” Bato said and retreated into the bushes.

Once he was gone both women quickly rose from the spring and made haste

“We are decent.” Amerione called out

By the time he broke through the bushes the women had gone. He wondered if he should confront the women about his suspicions, but his good sense told him that the two women were just good friends then he readied himself for his bath.

On the walk back to their tents both women were quiet, their thoughts dwelt on Bato’s surprise interruption. Katara glanced at Amerione who seemed to be deep in thought.

“Are you alright?” said Katara

“Yes I was thinking about someone.”

“Katara! I’ve been looking all over for you.” yelled Tam

She turned at the sound of her name being called; Tam came running over to where the two women stood. Of course she was dressed in Air nation attire which was appropriate since she was the avatars lover but Katara hadn’t seen her in days and was eager to make up for it.

“I heard your leaving with Bato to go on some kind of journey.”

“Yes I’ll be gone for a year; I have to gather educational information.”

“For what.” Tam said sounding as young as she looked.

“The tribes have decided to build schools, to educate our people about the world around us.” Said Amerione

‘Are you going?” Tam gestured towards Amerione with a slight wave of her hand.

Amerione just nodded her head, she knew by Tam’s hand gesture that she wanted to go along, but dear gods Tam could talk the ears off a moose horse as much as she like her friend she didn’t think she could spend a whole year with her without going crazy.

“I have a meeting with Bato in two hours I’ll meet up with you both another time.” Amerione said then strode off quickly in another direction obviously trying to avoid the inevitable. Katara tried not to smile she knew what everyone thought of Tam she was called a chatter box by mature tribe persons and called the chattering dwarf by teenagers.

“Wonderful, I’ll go with you and Katara I’ll be over to help you pack.” Tam said excitedly
“Sounds good.” Katara replied and with that all three ladies strode off into the directions of their own tents.

Katara wondered if Aang was here wherever Tam went he was there besides her. Okay enough dilly dally she thought and headed towards her sleeping area, there she packed a modest amount of clothes, undergarments, and toiletries. She would leave all her pots, pans, silverware. And just take enough for her and Bato. Next she organized her scrolls and packed a few stationary supplies, soon she was packed turns out she didn’t need Tams help.

Late that night…

Amerione was exhausted when she returned to her tent; she had already packed a day before and was anxious to get to bed. Once she had removed her robes she lay down on her mat and took several deep breaths and was off to sleep. As she slept she began to dream, she dreamt of fire, heat, strange eyes, and immense pain and also screams of what seemed to be many women crying out all at once and then suddenly silenced.

Slowly she opened her eyes the dream had been a warning. She sat up and pondered if she should use her gift of foresight to reveal the outcome and meaning of this dream, but the gift of foresight was to be used cautiously misuse or misunderstanding could cause devastating effects. She sighed heavily only time would tell but one thing was certain danger and murder lied a head but for whom?

Elsewhere nearby…

“Sir Bato, I see you are working hard.”

Bato looked up from his work and down at his ink soaked hands and almost black apron that had once been green.

“Yes well the shop has been doing good business.” Bato talked to the woman a bit more but felt uneasy she was eerie and made his skin crawl, soon the woman had got all her supplies needed but before leaving she handed him a small note written in neat script that read “Shiroku Bath House For Men” he turned the card over to see more writing that read invites only present this card at the fore mans desk, still in his dream Bato turned over on his side snoring softly.

A Dragon is dreaming…

Fire lord Zuko dreamt that he was at a spring with the most beautiful water and around him everything was fresh and pure, he knelt down and scooped up the water and drank the most refreshing water that he ever had in his life. It was at that moment he saw a figure emerge from the bushes; He stood in order to get a better look.

The figure was that of a woman close in his age but one look told him she was of the water tribe. Her hair was styled so half was in braids and the other fell loosely down to the small of her back, Zuko’s eyes moved to her form which was beyond beautiful she wore a midnight blue dress that covered one shoulder but exposed the other, long slits started at her hips down to her ankles.

She was barefooted and carried a small sack like pouch that draped around her shoulder with a bow and arrow attached to it. She was an archer Zuko thought, Immediately Zuko wanted her attention for he was intrigued, so he started to speak but was silenced when the woman began to move closer to the spring. Her demeanor was one of confidence; she was the very essence of strength.

Just then the woman removed her bow and arrow along with her pouch then she disrobed which caused Zuko’s jaw to gape. He thought she was beautiful before but surely Angi himself must have painted this woman for he had never seen anything like the sight before him. Her breast was firm but very round like cushions and her lower body complimented her upper body flawlessly.

Her skin was dark and rich in color, pale colored tattoos covered her wrist, ankles, waist, and neck. The woman lifted her face to the rising moon above; the moon seemed to illuminate the spring. A mist covered the entire area as well as the waters surface; Zuko could smell the scent of the sea and a faint hint of lilac.

Zuko shook his head slowly to break himself out of the trance he was in. He focused his eyes on the woman who was now starring straight into his eyes, a stare that pierced his very soul, she then closed her eyes and her tattoo’s began to glow, small amounts of water and mist began to seep into the tattoo’s like they were being absorbed by a mysterious power. Her hair began to whip around her elegant face but there was no wind and more mist and water began to creep up her form in tantalizing and swirling motions. She looked as though a soundless storm raged within her.

There was no sound or movement from the surrounding forest. All Zuko could hear was his own breathing. He began to get anxious as he anticipated what would come next. The woman opened her eyes and took a few steps forward while never breaking eye contact with Zuko she stopped at the edge of the water and lifted her arms high above her head to form an arch and dove gracefully into the spring without even a sound or splash. The only evidence of her dive was the soft ripples in the water.

Zuko stood there fascinated by what happened before him, and after what seemed like an eternity of waiting the beautiful woman emerged. As she ascended the water formed small steps and Zuko was met once again with a piercing stare but this time he was able to break contact as his eyes drifted to the very loose and long hanging silver chain that held a small vial shaped like crystal.

The woman took the vial and extended her hand out towards the water. Water and mist swirled in a circular motion and then poured itself in the small crystal she held the vial close to her perfect lips and with a barely audible sound she blew softly over the top and a small light escaped from her mouth into the contents as though she was sealing the crystal.

Zuko sucked in a quick breath as the woman approached him; she gently took his hand in hers and placed the crystal vial in his palm. With a snap of her fingers the water and mist that surrounded the area dissipated. Zuko looked down at his palm and into the contents, what he saw was confusing but interesting. It looked as though a small sea of water swallowed the stars.

By the time Zuko looked up the mysterious woman had clothed herself and was securing her bow and arrow. She turned her head only slightly to glance at him then retreated back into the forest.

Zuko’s eye fluttered open what an intriguing dream, he rose from his bed and tapped the sleeping concubine that he never used. She knew this meant that she was to leave with haste, which she did. He went to his private baths and pulled the string for the morning staff. That’s when he noticed the small crystal vial in his hand. So it wasn’t a dream but how? He thought. Who was this woman? This archer in the mist, well only time would tell but for now the duties of Fire Lord awaited…
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