Katara had no words for this place, but it chilled her to the bone. One minute she was sure she was trying to stay together with some of her friends, the next she was separated in a mist. Her heart leapt a little in her throat, but she knew better than to allow this place to get the better of her. She had to concentrate right now and so she did, concentrating on the Litany against fear to calm herself down.
The surrounding started to clear a bit, and she took a breath, glad at least for this positive sign. In an effort to make things a bit easier though, she inhaled and started to move the fog along: it was only water condensation, after all. She moved on, and now the place was starting to feel familiar: this was where she, Sokka and Aang had landed several months before, the Swamp. The place seemed more mystical than: right now, it was frighteningly quiet, and Katara could have used the presence of Huu to at least remind her she wasn't alone.
And indeed, she wasn't.
In the distance stood a lone figure, ambling toward her. "Ambling" was the only word for it: the figure seemed to walk with a gait as if the leg was lame, but there was still something very agile and familiar about this person too, and Katara's hand went to her pouch, ready to defend herself if need be. As the person came closer, she got into stance, and then heard the small, pitiful voice.
"Katara?"
And now, if there ever was a time to recite the Litany it was now. The voice was unmistakable: it was Aang, the one she remembered, walking as if it took effort to get the other leg to do what he wanted. She tensed her fingers: she had to focus, had to be ready for whatever trick was coming, for what else this King was going to throw. This wasn't Aang, it couldn't be, he'd saved her only a few hours ago!
"Why Katara?" His voice was soft, hurt, the voice that asked for her help, a voice that was on the edge of breaking. "I wished and waited for you. Why didn't you come? The King, this place...its done so many things to me. I can't...I can't take it anymore. All those years, it changed me. I waited for you. Why did you take so long? Why are you abandoning me?"
Against her better judgment, Katara approached Aang. She couldn't bear to see hi like this, suffering, needing her and being unable to do anything about it, seeing how he limped. "Please, I can help you. I'd never abandon you. How can you even say that?"
But as she approached, the mists got darker, and the fog started to disappear: now she could see the glint of silver machines with no purpose she could figure out, and she felt a headache that threw her off a moment. She tried to react, bu at this point he was too close: she was hit with an earth gauntlet at each wrist and its force bent her backwards. She shifted her legs to rear back, trying to open her pouch and turn the gauntlets to mud, but Aang was quick, and now she started to earth sink. She gave a startled cry, and now came face to face with...
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The surrounding started to clear a bit, and she took a breath, glad at least for this positive sign. In an effort to make things a bit easier though, she inhaled and started to move the fog along: it was only water condensation, after all. She moved on, and now the place was starting to feel familiar: this was where she, Sokka and Aang had landed several months before, the Swamp. The place seemed more mystical than: right now, it was frighteningly quiet, and Katara could have used the presence of Huu to at least remind her she wasn't alone.
And indeed, she wasn't.
In the distance stood a lone figure, ambling toward her. "Ambling" was the only word for it: the figure seemed to walk with a gait as if the leg was lame, but there was still something very agile and familiar about this person too, and Katara's hand went to her pouch, ready to defend herself if need be. As the person came closer, she got into stance, and then heard the small, pitiful voice.
"Katara?"
And now, if there ever was a time to recite the Litany it was now. The voice was unmistakable: it was Aang, the one she remembered, walking as if it took effort to get the other leg to do what he wanted. She tensed her fingers: she had to focus, had to be ready for whatever trick was coming, for what else this King was going to throw. This wasn't Aang, it couldn't be, he'd saved her only a few hours ago!
"Why Katara?" His voice was soft, hurt, the voice that asked for her help, a voice that was on the edge of breaking. "I wished and waited for you. Why didn't you come? The King, this place...its done so many things to me. I can't...I can't take it anymore. All those years, it changed me. I waited for you. Why did you take so long? Why are you abandoning me?"
Against her better judgment, Katara approached Aang. She couldn't bear to see hi like this, suffering, needing her and being unable to do anything about it, seeing how he limped. "Please, I can help you. I'd never abandon you. How can you even say that?"
But as she approached, the mists got darker, and the fog started to disappear: now she could see the glint of silver machines with no purpose she could figure out, and she felt a headache that threw her off a moment. She tried to react, bu at this point he was too close: she was hit with an earth gauntlet at each wrist and its force bent her backwards. She shifted her legs to rear back, trying to open her pouch and turn the gauntlets to mud, but Aang was quick, and now she started to earth sink. She gave a startled cry, and now came face to face with...
Aang. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v102/elpedrososama/Avatar_Monsters__Zombie_Aang_by_Aca.jpg)