Avatar Zuko

Chapter 2

Katara and her brother, Sokka, had been fishing for only a few hours now but she was still feeling a strong urge to throw him overboard and go back to the village, saying he was tragically eaten by a saber toothed seal-whale and she simply couldn’t get to him in time. Yet, sadly, Katara had morals that prevented brother-murdering, though as time wore on she was starting to question those very morals.

“See, Katara, to catch a good fish you need three things: good, meaty bait, a sharp stick and a strong throw! It may be difficult for you, since you’re so used to doing the girly stuff with Gran-Gran, but after learning from me you might even catch something!” Sokka proclaimed, flaunting his harpoon before leaning over the side of their small fishing boat and staring intently at the water’s surface for any ripples.

Rolling her eyes at her brother’s idiocy, Katara turned to her side of the boat and noticed a grey sheen slipping between the waves, it was clearly a fish and, despite not having her own harpoon, she wanted to show Sokka and his sexist butt just how great girls could be at fishing. With more concentration than it should have required, the young waterbender focused on the water and tugged at it, creating a hovering orb of liquid with a confused and frightened fish

swimming about inside. Ecstatic, Katara called for her brother’s attention:

“Sokka! Look! I caught one!” She smiled, trying her best to motion towards the floating fish without accidentally letting the water bubble fall apart.

“Now’s no time for your games, Katara, look, I’ve almost got one.” He muttered with agitation, still scanning across the ocean’s depths for some tasty aquatics for them to take home.

“No, I caught one, just-” She tried to move the sphere of, what must have been extremely cold, water so it was directly in front of Sokka’s face so he couldn’t deny its existence but she lost control just as it flew slowly over his head and burst, soaking her annoying brother and causing him to lose sight of the fish he’d just began to focus on.

“Katara! Why is it whenever you use your water magic, I’m always the one who gets wet?” He asked, annoyed and now staring accusatoringly at his sister.

“Hey, it’s waterbending, not magic! And it’s not my fault, if you’d just listened to me for once I wouldn’t have had to move it over your head in the first place!” Katara defended, crossing her parka-bound arms and glaring at her brother as he barely seemed to pay any attention to what she was saying.

“Ugh, this is why I wanted to leave you at the village! You just messed up dinner for a bunch of people in our tribe!” Sokka said, even though the village had enough seal jerky to last them for the next 8 months and,despite the rather disgusting taste, they were pretty nutritional.

“You’re so insufferable sometimes! Ever since mum died and dad left for war I’ve had to do everything whilst you messed around playing hero all day! I do all the chores, look after the children, help out Gran-Gran and I even wash your dirty socks! Have you got any idea how bad those things smell?! Because I sure do!” Katara ranted angrily as they kept floating along, seething with rage she’d been building up over time, so wrapped up with her own frustration induced emotions that she didn’t even notice the icebergs she was cracking all around them as she spoke, her very words pulling them apart.

“Katar-” before Sokka could finish his warning the ice closest to them burst apart suddenly, sending the water they were sailing in into disarray as they got caught up in a swirly mix of dangerous tides, their small fishing boat getting dragged through even more broken icebergs until it was all Sokka could do to stop them from crashing into the nearest thing at any given moment.