#Katara is a poet turned soldier and Aang is a soldier turned poet

[dunnowho180125]

Soldier, poet, king and everything in between

Just to make something clear

Soldier: Katara, Toph

Poet: Aang, Sokka

King: Zuko, Suki

[shimmersmuts]

My father had always been a unique man but before either of us had knowledge of the war, he was the kindest man I knew.

The day I met team avatar was a life changer. Long Fang had always drove a wedge between me and my father, saying so often how 'unfit' I was as a princess. In truth I was never unfit nor unproper nor a problem.. unlike my father I hated not knowing of my own kingdom.

This incredible world is my birth right. It wpuld be one day my rule and I had every Right to know what was happening in it but this made Long Fang believe I was noisy. I should focus on the newest fashions, the latest music and poetry. Don't get me wrong, nothing I adore more than a evening reading a good poet novel, by the fire place and a hot cup of camimeel tea.

But I wasn't an ditsy girl, I was not a ornament! Nor did I want to be treated as such. I could remember when I barely reached womanhood and the horror of a maybe marriage to Long Fang was mentioned to me.

My father never knew my wrath wnd will up until that day. The tea table was flipped over, my voice so load pour (bear) was running away. More than 3 ways I said never.. one of them threatening to take Long Fang's life.

Luckily 3 years later, reaching now marriage age, team avatar came to Ba sing se. My might or might not marriage to Long Fang and Long Fang himself was thrown away in one go. How happy I was to be free of that man.. but than Sokka and Katara told me about the war and the devastation it took on their village and the rest of the world.

I believed marriage problems was the end of the world for me but how foolish and little my problems really were. Our Kingdom was almost almost took and my people almost enslaved. Soldiers that had been dying before my death and my small reality more silly than I could imagine.

When the Aiko took place and the earth Kingdom fell I experienced the world for the first time. My father was traveling with our bear and to say it was undeel would be a lie. I couldn't leave my Kingdom, and how my father did need my care, the people needed a form of hope.

For the first time I was expose to my people, the common folk, and when I saw the horror I must admit it broke my soul. The starvation, the pain, the lack of basic humanity. The fire nation was ruthless and one night they did capture me. If it wasn't for Smullerbee and Long shot.. I would've experienced the fear of all woman.

Smullerbee convinced me of joining the rebellion, becoming a beacon of hope for the people. It took much to convince the people that I was truly THEE princess especially since Long Shot actively tried to keep me a secret but sharing stories of Aang, Katara, Sokka and Toph. They slowly started to believe me and slowly we all helped each other.

I leaded the people to the catacombs and there for most we lived in secret. Little by little we started to gather the young children and woman, led them to safety as we left the men to lead the rebel. For the first time I was a care giver. To feed and takecare of my people were my duty, a duty I accepted with great honor and tried my very best to serve.

The plan was for a few months successful up until the fire nation princess caught us and led us back to land. I confronted the Dui Lee for turning their backs on me, their kingdom, and this amused the child princess who's heart was pure black. "Oh dear, are you surely one of those ladies." She stated with boredom. "I'm no lady, I'm THEE princess of the earth Kingdom. The next in line for my father." With pride those words came but with regret they were followed.

Azula wanted to have my head and murder me on sighg when she discovered my identity, and would've done it but just when blue lightning could been struct, she changed her mind.

The Dui Lee saw this as hesitation and offered tk do the ugly deed but Azula warned her against it. "The earth Kingdom will advances her. She's the princess and shall be the next true ruler. To murder her will start a monarch. We are spreaded thin already with the war. The troops we have are enough to monitor the City, big as it is, but not enough to keep a uprising when other City choose to strike." The wicked girl smiled down at me.. a oval smile that was the beginning of my downfall. "Let's keep her alive but only to use her as a tool."

From there I was ledt back to the Fire nation. The furthest anyone of my royal bloodline had gone over 150 years. I was beaten, starved and torture by the wicked princess all the way till I met her father. When I finally met the face of the worse war in history.. I was scared.

Fire lord Ozai had this coldness to him, a glee for pain just like his daughter. But as Azula would hurt for a reason and purpose he did it out of enjoyment. I remember seeing him out of my only good eye. He made comments of my bad oder, broken teeth and bruise face. "I heard rumors of your beauty but under such peasant clothes I can't see the appeal." With that I was send off to a cell, to heal.

I was there for a month by myself, only a doctor allowed to visit me. He mever spoke, never did much, only checked my broken ribs and jaw from time to time. "I'm sorry of your hurt and I'm sorry what your going throw but if I don't fo my job, I shall be killed and done worse to then what you had experience." Hearing the words for the first time I remembered how disjointed I felt.

The fire lord's own citizens feared him. It made me realise the root of fear wasn't spared for his own people. Fire lord Ozai loved power, hurt and pain. He loved belittling people and breaking them to nothing. The doctor told me stories of how his wife was treated before she disappeared. Mental diseases she left with, in fear she lived in and her only strength her children. To love a beast like Azula you must be insane. It's a miracle to love such a heartless c×nt.

For most I couldn't say much of my stay in the fire nation accept for the awkward dinners I had to share with Ozai. Be would let me have private dinners with him every night when I had healed good enough from the outside. My bones were still broken but my skin.. peach and warm again, had healed enough.

Ozai would say how much he loved my porcelain face. "A small little doll." He than started calling me Porcelain and he had an act to take my clothes off with his eyes. He never did, to which I'm glad to say. He never went pass making me uncomfortable but never touched me under my clothes.. my neck, breast and back was another thing.

His cold finger always traveling down it.. and in truth each day I lived in fear when he will rape me. But now a bit older I realise that was his game. He bad no intend to hurt me but to mentally break me. Around midnight he would always summon me, when the palace was at his quietest. I remember being led by the gaurds every night.. they never said what he wanted.. they left that for my imagination.

Some nights I had to bathe him. Other nights I had to read to him. Hos favorite was singing him a lullaby his mother use to when he was a child. He made me lay in the bed, his head on my lap, and I had to stroke his head up until he fell asleep. Sometimes his hands would roam my legs but never between my tighs but I knew he toughg about it. Never understood what was his restraint but he never went that far to touch me between my legs.

The night I thought he would rape me was the night he gave me a bath. Now that was now fear.

"Don't worry little doll, I just want to give you the treatment you had all those years in your own palace." Hjs dark tone whispered. His eyes seemed so dark, his face unamused as he said it. I was fool of chills. I tried to lie and say I was on my period but he dared me to open my legs and allow his hand up to feel. The horror, the fear I felt. Never touched by a man all my lifebut now a man old enough to bemy father i was at his beg and call.

I didn't say a word but instead undress. Got in the bathe and allowed those horrible hands to touch me. It was a experience I try so hard to forget. How he washed my hair, told me how beautiful I was, how I could see his erecation and wondered the whole time when he would just force himself on me. I knew in strength I could never beat Ozai. I wasn't a bender, a warrior or had any form of combat. I was a princess, to learn those things were forbidden. If he chose he could've had his way with me and I was helpless to do nothing at all.

Luckily the horrow show was cut short when a emergency meeting was called. They bad to prepare for the day of black sun. Hearing this made me glad. This was a day I could try to escape.. The previous eclipse, that took too many years prior, the fire nation was horribly attack by warriors from the in land and was driven out of the land up to where they stand today. None benders took their kingdom away and send them to the furthers of all the states. If those none benders could drive fire nation out of their lands, me as a none bender could escape.

The plan worked and I did have an opportunity to steal a knife, pick the lock and in time when Azula was baiting Aang and the gang, they found me. They saved me and we all escaped together when the other people, who had evaded the fire nation, had been captured and taken away.

We flew away on Appa to a long lost Air Temple. To had been around people my age was a miracle and a blessing. Sokka was an angel and took so well care of me especially when the horror show Zuko join. In my captivity I never met the prince but I met his father and sister, I knew what horros his family had to offer.

In the time when Zuko was allowed to join the gang I was terrified and wanted to run away but once again Sokka found me and told me I would be okay. Many nights when I would have terros he would hold me, soothe me to sleep, promising to protect me. Sokka had a handful with me but he never lost his patience with me.

He helped me threw my worse and was a stability in my life like none other. Everytime Zuko came around he saw my visible fear, as did the rest of the gang, and took me or him out of the room. Aang thought me meditation to cope and deal with my pain. Aang was the first person to make me laugh after weeks. Every moment with Aang was like being with my better half, like seeing a small part of the old me.

Cause of my up bring I learned a lot of Air monk's culture and he and I could speak hours about it. I could tell to be with someone that felt like home meant a lot, and in truth so did it for me. I may not bea bender but I did practice Monk philosophy and culture everyday, evening being a vegetarian.

Aang would late nightsgo with me on Appa and we fly far and wide. He spoke of how he felt he failed again and that he did not know where to go from his shame. In truth, cause of how much time we spend and how much we could relate, me loosing my kingdom and unable to keep them save, we grew closer and Aang without trying became like a brother figure.

Katara and Toph had a very complicated relationship but Katara helped me physically heal and when I had to speak of what I went threw with Ozai, she was always there to hear. Toph and I knew each other for years and she saw me as stuck up but regardless this she did show great respect for me. "Your the princess of mg nation. My loyalty lies with you more than to my family." The Beifongs was a Huge name in my world and we all knew who they were. Theg did not have the title to rule but they had the money to do so, aswell as the connections. Unlike my father and I, they always had control over their lives and staff.

I had grew close with everyone but one, Zuko. Aang had tried to bring us close but I never got over my trauma to the extend I could get along with the fire nation prince. When he and Sokka left for their tour, Sokka told me the truth and asked I kept it a secret. I did not truth Zuko but I saw them off and it broke mg heart dearly to see Sokka leave. I knew Sokka would give his life for me and now my protection, my save place, was leaving with the face of my trauma. "Please, I need you to come back to me." Were my final words before kissing his hand.

Sokka smiled fondly at this and said he return in a week's time. He didn't keep his word but when he came back he was different. Sokka had regained some of his honor and had brought his father, Suki and another friend with from their travels. When I saw Suki and Sokka I knew they were madly in love. In truth I had a small crush on Sokka but he loved Suki, and getting to know her.. I could understand why. She was a honorable warrior, a good hearted person and so extremely beautiful. I stood no chance against her and I just wanted them to be happy.

Sokka asked Suki to give me fighting lessons and this is were she and I became a little more close. Suki knew of the close relationship Sokka and I shared and did know of my feelings. She made it clear she would not back off of hom though regardless how much she respected my title as a princess. "Koishy isn't part of the earth kingdom." I pointed out. "No, but that is what my warriors and island were defending and fighting for." Suki took a breathe, letring down her fans. "I almost lost him to a princess once before, I won't loose him again." Seeing the passion ane seriousness of her words, i couldn't bare to see a woman in pain.

I gave Suki my word that I had no more feeli g for Sokka but saw him now only as a brother. "From a crush to a brother?" "I rather take Aang before I go for Sokka." "Your aware Katara will have your head." We laughed at this. Seems like no one on the team was available. I then told Suki that I actually meant someone in my servitude in Bei sing sang. "He was apart of the rebel but he died protecting me. When i lost him.. it hurt so much. He was too good to be lost." A tear left my eye.

Suki surprised me and actually console my sadden state. "He died for his princess and for what he believed, he should be remembered as a hero not a lost." She encouraged me. For some reason I just hugged Suki in this second and she gave it back to me. "Priya, your kind and wholesome. I'm sorry for what you went threw but I promise that you will find love again. True love this time." "I rather die than open my heart, lr my legs." We chuckled.

We than continued the lessons but the grunts and the fumes of Zuko not so far giving Aang a lesson could be heard. Suki and I had grew respect for one another woman to woman. I did not havethe physical strength or warrior attitude of her but I had endured heartache and lost so frequently and was still standing. That was something no one could take away.

That evening I offered Aang and Zuko some tea but to both's, and myself, dismay. When Zuko took his cup it fell from my hands and I was in a small ball of nerves and fear.

Zuko and I had been around another for weeks and when Sokka is not there I barely speak in a group when Zuko is around. I could tell some way Zuko wasn't his family but at the same time.. his family had taken my kingdom, had tortured me and my people and had kept me captive and mentallh abused. I feared him and I did not care how much it hurt him.

When nighg came Katara and I spoke of the matter and she hated Zuko as much as mebut they too went of a adventure, and when they returned tat hate she had was also gone. Katara was the strongest woman I knew. She forgave Zuko and I hated him for it. I was the only one now left that did not like him.

Zuko tried to fix the relationship but it never worked. Somehow his presence always trigged my trauma. In the end Sokka and Aang told him to keep his distance from me before I have a nervous breakdown.

The final night ne gang and I had fun was when we left to see a play. The night was full of laughs, hurt and insults. The play of us was a joke and completely a insult of our journey. My role was played my a small child, depicted to be naive, dumb and completely unfunctional.. to my surprise this made me a bit laugh.. with Zuko of all people.

He told me how the play made him mad for he saw all his past mistakes and felt shame especially for his uncle and his relationship. "The dragon of the west? Did he not attack the wall?" "My uncle is a good man, the best man. He left his nation behind when my father gave me a planned doom mission to capture the avatar. In that raid he lost his son and he had never recovered after that. He's a good man, the kindest you would ever meet. He's the best of my nation and of my people." He defended nail and bone.

I saw Zuko for the first time as a human and it was refreshing. I even consoled him and said his uncle would be proud he was with the avatar and was trying tk fix his mistakes. "Anyone can make mistakes but only a man would try to fix them. Your a wonder to me Zuko, you really are." I slightly touched his hand.

The intend was good but Ozai flashed in my brain and the night of the bathe came back. I had to leave him and apologized to him at least. "Is okay Priya, your at least trying." He gave a sweet smile. This was the only time Zuko and I ever had a conversation and how small and silly it was.. it had meaning for both out journeys.

My part in the play was silly and I was glad when it ended with me being beheaded when Azula captured us in the catacombs. I was glad when I saw this, for in truth I wish that was the case.

The next few days were insane with Zuko revealing that his father was to burn down my kingdom like he had done with the air nomads. The gang had decided to get me to safety for even if my kingdom dies the people would live and will need a leader. "But I can't leace you!" "You have to Priya, I'm sorry but it's for the best." Sokka had decided to take me to the white lotus.

I met Iroh and he was as honorable as Zuko had said. Meeting the white lotus was a honor and the gang was going to kill Ozai, something I blessed them for. "Kill him barely, I want the final stab.. for my kingdom." No one believed those words but all feared the bloodthirstiness of myself. Suki had thought me little sword fighting but I was cable. With Iroh, on Sozin's commit, I took back my kingdom. Paindo was with me at all times to protect me and in the end we had prevailed, and so did Aang.

The next week we had tk travel back to the fire nation tk crown Zuko as the new fire lord and declare the war over. Aang,Zuko and I stood in front of the people and gave our speechess. It was the most emotional but joyous moment in all my life. The people celebrated us, the people celebrated the peace and for a long time we had that.

My father came back to rule the kingdom and we try to fix as much as we could from our City, till it was back to normal. I couldn't see Aang and the gang as much as I once did but I do remember the day Aang and Katara kissed. We were at Iroh's tea shop. Sokka was painting, Iroh playing music and new and old faces all together that ended the war. Instead of heroes we were family and I loved it greatly.

Sokka doscovering Aang and Katara was a big surprise especially when all believed Aang and I would marry. "WHAT!" Katara, Aang and I screamed loudly. We all were confuse for how could they think, me a 17 year old girl could marry a 12 year old boy.

The white lotus pushed the idea a bit longer but Aang and I saw one another as siblings. "He's like a little brother to me Iroh. How could I marry someone who I did not love?" It was Long Fang all over again.

Iroh explained it would show union in the world. The avatar and the earth princess, what a better match to show war had past. Since Katara was a waterbender and Aang needed his line to be airbenders, to preserve the air nation, a none bender like me would make more sense.

The logic and the reason I could see but neither of us three could stand this. "Aang loves Katara, and she him. I have no desire to get in between my friend's relationship." I killed the story before it could grow to much.

To Aang's and my dismay, how organically we got along, was noticed by everyone where we went. The stories of our may or may not romance was like wild fire to the world. Aang, too kind for words, did not know how to approach the people on the matter, so instead I had to deal with it. How many times I had to hear Aang and I would have beautiful children together.

At some point I did sever, he was like a brother to me. The best way to deal with the rumor was to spend less time with Aang which had to happen. Aang, Sokka and Katara went to fix the long lasting damage that the war had left as I went back to Ba sing Se. My father and I had a kingdom to rebuild and in a different way helped Aang.

For two years there was peace. Aang and the gang went to rebuild the places of the war that took long term damage. The first sever problem was when they came to the earth kingdom colonies.

For almost a 100 years fire nation and earth kingdom citizens were living together in the colonies. The problem was when Zuko asked his people to return to the fire nation and they refused, claiming the colony was their home. The fire nation did not want to leave and the earth kingdom did not want them there.

Myfather wanted Zuko's people out of his land but Zuko later decided to support his people. They had made a home there and should rightfully live there. Many of the citizens had become of mix raise and felt that way, and this me or my father couldn't see.

I had for 2 years been well until Zuko was ready for war and my trauma of the past cane back.

[degrassi-fanatic]

Loved to the Point of Creation

Today was the once-in-a-blue-moon rest day for Team Avatar, which meant that their little group had split off to partake in their own personal de-stressing activities; Aang was using one of the old meditation rooms in the Air Temple, Katara was taking a dip in a nearby lake, Zuko was attempting to gather up some plants for a tea his uncle used to make for him, while Toph was messing around with Momo somewhere. 

Sokka, himself, was busy peering over the soft tufts of Appa’s fur to watch Suki as she rifles through her belongings. His girlfriend must sense that someone is watching her because soon her head snaps up, and Sokka almost pulls a muscle as he lurches downward, in an attempt to avoid eye contact. 

He feels like a complete and utter idiot, which contrary to Katara’s belief, he is not (most of the time). A breath escapes him, as he takes a moment to study the pair of wrist and ankle guards in his hand. 

They were for Suki. Since watching her fight for the first time back on Kyoshi Island, Sokka realized that she had a very defensive fighting style and a large part of her technique involved blocking opponent’s attacks, which meant her wrists and ankles always bore the brunt of a brawl. Usually, her Kyoshi Warrior outfit would offer protection but that had been long confiscated by the Fire Nation sometime during her arrest, and subsequent imprisonment. 

After their latest skirmish with the bad guys, Sokka had noticed the black and blue bruises encircling Suki’s wrist and an ache erupted in his chest, one he was sure would rival the one in Suki’s skin. 

At the sight of her skin all mottled, Sokka came to the decision that he would not let Suki hurt, not if he could do something to prevent it. That’s why he crafted the joint guards, in an effort to keep her safe. 

Well, as safe they could be in the middle of a war, that is. Sokka isn’t so stupid that he doesn’t recognize how utterly useless extra padding will be in keeping her safe from Fire Nation soldiers. Extra padding wouldn’t do anything for Suki in a fight against Azula.

Maybe, this was a dumb idea, after all. 

Sokka might as well not bother putting himself through the humiliation of Suki inevitably laughing at him. 

As he pushes his body off of Appa and away from his hiding spot, he makes his way down to his room only to be ambushed by Suki. As his brain takes a little longer to process that it is his girlfriend in front of him and not some ghostly apparition, Sokka leaps out of his skin and lets out a (manly) yelp before shoving the joint guards behind his back. 

Uncaring for the fact that she almost gave Sokka a heart attack, Suki simply smirks at him with a glint in her eyes before opening her mouth.

“You okay?” she asks. 

Clutching the guards behind his back, he can feel the details pressing indents into his skin. 

“Yep!” he answers with an unusually high voice, “Now, I have to go—”

Before he can finish whatever excuse was on the tip of his tongue, Suki cuts him off with an arched eyebrow as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. 

“What’s behind your back?” she questions. 

For a second, Sokka helplessly stares at her, wondering if he looks desperate enough that maybe she’ll leave the matter alone. However, the longer he looks at her, the more he realizes there is no way Suki is going to give up on this, not until she gets what she’s looking for. Letting out a dramatic sigh, he reluctantly pulls his hands away from his back and moves them to the front; presenting the wrist and ankle guards to Suki.

As she eyes them up and down, Sokka swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly. His face turning more red with each passing moment Suki scrutinizes the items in his hands. 

“Here,” he says, “These are for you. They’re, uh, they’re wrist and ankle guards.”

“Sokka, you bought me these?” she asks with a disapproving shake of her head that has Sokka’s stomach sinking, “You shouldn’t have. We could have used the money to buy rations, or medicine, or—”

Eager to clarify, Sokka exclaims, “I made them!”

“What?” Suki asks with a tilt of her head. 

Stretching his spine out, Sokka stands ramrod straight now, though the effect is lost as he darts his eyes to the ground. 

The ground sure does look interesting.

“I, uh, I noticed that you would get all bruised up after fights,” he explains as he brings a hand up to scratch behind his ear, “So, I made them for you.”

“For me?” she asks.

“Well, yeah,” he says with a small smile as he brings his head up to look at Suki again, “I don’t like you getting hurt.”

The guards are plucked away from his palms and soon Suki has them in her own hands.

“That’s sweet, Sokka,” she says with a fondness that warms him from the inside out, “Thank you.”

The two of them stare at one another with such adoration and affection that Sokka suddenly realizes what all of those musicians and poets and authors have been rambling on about since the dawn of time and civilization itself. 

A moment passes by and Suki breaks away to duck her head down, a soft smile encompassing her face. Her thumbs stroking the material in her hands.

Sure, the extra padding wouldn't do much in heated battle, but they would serve as a reminder for Suki, that there was someone who loved her enough to go through the ordeal of fashioning guards from their lacking resources, that there was someone who was waiting for her to come back. 

"You want to see something cool?" he asks, after a second.

Right away, Suki nods enthusiastically.

As Sokka wades closer to her, he helps her slip on the wrist guards, gently smoothing them down her fingers to sit snugly at the base of her palms. 

"There's some cushioning to add a bounce back," he explains, prodding the padding of the guard while Suki stares up at him, "So, when you block someone you use less exertion and you get some advantage as..."