Her power was beautiful, Katara was effortlessly godly and looked like a seductress even through the ashes that covered the ground around her. She created the life of those deadly flowers just to incinerate them until they were nothing more than smoke in the wind.
But we had to stop it before someone would get hurt. The shield to stop there powers advances wasn't holding and her fury only made it quake further.
If we didn't stop it she could have lost control, her anger getting the best of her.
Although I'd love for those filthy soldiers to be laying in a pool of their own blood I fear now is not the time for their demise.
Her anger still ripples of her in waves as her body shakes in emotions so strong that I'm not sure how to help. "Kat?" my voice is gentle and soothing as she looks at me with those dulling red eyes. Her eyes widen with tears as she tries to blink them back.
"I'll leave you to deal with her" Milo says before stalking of into the crowd of gawking people. I continue to rub Katara's back in soothing circles. Her eyed whisper apologies to me as she sinks down to the floor resting her back on a tree. I kneel in front of her stroking her cheek.
"Are you ok?" I say.
"No" she answers in the most timid tone I have every heard come out of that snarky mouth.
"Can I help?"
"Hold me?" she asks. With out a second thought I pull her into my arms as tears silently slip from her eyes. Her body trembles as she let's herself succumb to the emotion that's been eating away at her. I stroke her hair and whisper comforting words into her ear as her body heaves.
I wish I could take her pain away. Make it all disappear and never return, let her live her life free and in bliss. To see her smile and to see how the moon shines on her face in the darkness. To know she is safe and protected.
My eyes locked onto my father- when did he get here? I quickly look away refocusing on Katara even as my mind races with questions.
Slowly, Katara eventually stops crying, her trembles slowing. She looks up at me with those big red eyes "It's not fair" she says her voice deathly quiet.
I run a finger down her face as I say "It rarely ever is".
We move out from under the shade, the sun is fully up now blinding and radiating. Passing the guards we walk over to the daggers. "Shall we try this again?" I propose.
She takes a deep breath before agreeing.
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An Assassins Crown
FantasyKatara, a highly trained assassin is sent to what she thinks is another world. When she gets there, she is prosecuted for her use of magic and taken to the Royal Family where she meets Verian. Verian is a prince and the heir to the throne. She is a...
