Blue Mask

Blue Mask, Two Swords, and Sozin’s Comet
Silent Tears for a Fallen Foe
By Pat Squared
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Zuko’s dead.

Katara of the Southern Water Tribe could not believe the words that were printed on the broadside sheets displayed at the crossroads near Chongqing.

Once she would have felt relief that her most ardent enemy was gone, never to bother her again. Instead she felt a regret...no something more like being hit over the head and not yet feeling any pain...an emptiness that she could not define.

Now she didn’t know what to feel.

Sokka was actually overjoyed. Toph did not really know Zuko and Aang merely shook his head muttering that no one deserved to be hunted down and killed by his own family.

Since the time that Zuko chased everyone off after that battle with that demon girl, Katara actually started missing Zuko’s presence in her life. Zuko was the measuring rod that Katara compared herself to. She had defeated him and he had defeated her. The moon was her mother and the sun was his father. She had fought off more powerful fire benders since, but not one of them ever challenged her like Zuko.

Zuko never conceded defeat even when the odds were stack against him. He would fight no matter how badly outnumbered he was until he could fight no more. He would struggle far beyond the point of defeat forcing her to fight until she was force to run away. He was like the black and white whales that all Southern Water Tribe fishermen and seal hunters feared – always hunting, always waiting, always being there to attack any prey within reach. Worse, they were know for playing with their prey, just letting them think they could escape before, nipping off another portion of flesh and knocking it back into the center of the hunting pod. While Zuko was not the bending prodigy that his twisted sister was, cunning and endurance made him her equal.

Katara couldn’t pinpoint when the change inside of her occurred.

Was it is the kiss and the return of her mother’s necklace?

Was it the time that he spared her life during the battle of the North Pole?

Was it the moment that he turned his back on his nation and fought Admiral Zhao?

Was it just the result of having overactive teenage spirits and no boy who was suitable to relieve them save for her greatest enemy?

Toph and Aang found one another and the gods tied the red string between their souls.

However, Katara had not yet found her red string soul-mate.

She had traveled the world. She had crushed on Jet and Hahn. However, Zuko was the one that came most often seduced Katara in her dreams. Whenever he visited her dreams, Katara would wake up just as she surrendered her virtue, her soul, her womb, Aang, and the future of the world to Prince Zuko.

In a way, they grew up together and yet spent only a total of two or three days in each other’s presence in the past two years.

You were my enemy and yet a part of me still mourns your passing.

She turned away from the sign and sat off by herself trying to figure out what was so wrong with her for she was shedding silent tears for her departed enemy.