Whispering-Waters

I saw the way everything unfolded before me like it was in slow motion-designed for me to view every small second. Her hands moved in such a delicate innocent way that by all standards, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. The power and precision displayed intrigued me right away. How could this simple movement be so harmful? How could this person, so seemingly week and frail, create such a force capable of destroying a person in the blink of an eye? What was behind this dark rage and hunger she sought? How could she want what was right and good and just while she had no problem taking a life in such a gruesome manner? I felt a small hint o

Zuko realized it soon after his talk with his Uncle. More on the ride on Appa towards the Fire Nation. Realization set in that by the end of the day either one of both of them could die. It wasn't that he was afraid of death or dying, just that he couldn't live without her. How did he not notice this before? When it came to fight his sister, he wanted to make sure Katara stayed out of harms way. Maybe he did need her help, but this saved her from a 'could be'. And if he could save Katara, he would do whatever it took. Besides, it didn't seem like Azula was herself. Things shouldn't be too difficult. However, when the lightning came towards