Tsukiyo - appreciating the beauty of the moon, often associated with the transent or fleeting nature of life.
"Be mine. Body, mind, soul. Give yourself to me completely and I will stop the war."
Or, Katara is Zuko's prisoner. Unexpectadly, love flou...
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Their daughter was born in the beginning of spring. She was strong and healthy and grew fast, to her parents' joy. They decided to name her Ursa, in honor of Zuko's deceased mother.
Katara needn't have worried. Ursa looked like a carbon copy of her father with her straight black hair and pale skin. Only her eyes were light blue like Katara's, but nobody minded it. Ursa was like water, fast and uncatchable when she wanted to be, calm and easy-going when she got tired of it and overwhelming when she got mad. Even her grandfather couldn't resist the little girl's charm: he would always smile and even laugh when they were in the same room. It was a rare sight, but it was worth it.
On her third birthday, as per tradition of firebenders, Ursa was to be blessed by a shaman in the temple where Zuko and Katara got married four years ago.
They carried Ursa to the temple interchanging since she wanted to walk on her own, but Katara didn't want her daughter to get her beautiful red dress dirty, so she needed to be carried.
The blessing ceremony was quaint and private, since only the parents of the child were allowed to participate. The shaman was a woman firebender who made a huge fire dragon for Ursa to follow with her curious little eyes.
"I bless you, child, to be the best princess this nation ever saw, to be kind but stern, loving and fair—" with that, the shaman stopped, staring at Ursa as if she had never seen a child of three before her.
"Is something wrong?" Katara asked, frightened by the shaman's shocked expression.
The shaman looked at Zuko. "May I ask when your daughter was born, your grace?"
Zuko told her the date. The shaman looked down at Ursa.
"Your daughter is the Avatar," she said quietly, careful not to be overheard.
Katara's stomach sank. She knew this was possible. But she didn't want to believe.
"This can't be," Zuko said. he couldn't say why, he just kept repeating the same phrase.
"I'm very sorry, your grace," the shaman said.
Zuko's fists flamed. "If you tell anyone, anyone at all, I will make sure you have no tongue to speak with," he gritted through his teeth. "Is that clear?"
The shaman nodded, bowing her head down.
They left the temple, walking in silence.
"Zuko," Katara whispered when she finally got her wits back. "What are we going to do? If your father finds out—"
"He won't," Zuko said. "I'll kill him before he finds out." He turned to Katara and enveloped her face between his palms. "I won't let anyone hurt her. Or you."
Zuko didn't plan how he was going to do it. He just did. He came back one night, saying, "It's done. He's dead," and Katara believed him because she knew he would never gamble his daughter's life.
She accepted him in their bed. He put his head on her chest. Katara knew it was hard for him, but she had no idea how to comfort her husband. So she said, "I love you."
Zuko wrapped his arms around her more tightly. "I love you more," was his answer.
Fire Lord Ozai was poisoned. They never found who did it. Zuko was crowned as the king and Katara as the queen. Ursa didn't find out she was the Avatar until she was sixteen. By then, the world had fallen into peace the same way Katara had fallen in love with Zuko.
Their daughter was going to have a bright future. They were too.
Katara had saved the world, at least in some sense.
