Katara awoke from her dream and rubbed her eyes. The images that had been pounding her brain for the past few nights were becoming more intense. What was more troubling was the fact that it was the same dream over and over. A young boy flying through the air attacking the Firelord. It also felt like she was there, but she didn’t think that was possible. In all her fourteen years, she had never left her village for more than a day or two. Sokka seemed to be there as well as a few other people, but she couldn’t remember what they looked like. The dream itself seemed to fade as she became more aware of the morning. She sighed as she looked out her igloo to see the sun rise up over the mountains of ice, which put a distinctive glare on the snowy ground.
“Up already, Katara?”
Katara looked up the smiling face of Gran Gran. “Yeah, I didn’t sleep to good,” she replied.
” I keep having the same intense dream about a young boy fighting the Firelord.”
“Is that all you remember?” Gran Gran asked.
“Yeah, but it felt like I was there,” Katara replied. “It was so strange.”
Gran Gran smiled even more. “It was just a dream and nothing more. I’m sure of it. Now come, lets go get breakfast ready. We have a lot to do today.”
The day was long and tiring. Katara had helped Gran Gran deliver a baby seal. That was always an up-lifter for her. She enjoyed helping others. Gran Gran always said it was one of her special gifts. She also cared for an injured penguin that had gotten stuck in cracked ice. As she tended to the penguin, she remembered how her and Sokka use to go penguin sledding and how fun it was. She knew she no longer had time for that kind of stuff. She was almost a grown woman now and there was no time for childish antics.
In the afternoon she went to the water’s edge and practiced some water bending moves. She was the first water bender in the southern tribe in many years but there was no one to teach her. She yearned to become a water bending master, but all of the water benders were up in the northern tribe and there was no way for her to get there. And everytime she asked Gran Gran about them, she would abruptly change the subject or end the conversation. Her brooding caught the attention of Sokka, who had been trying to train the young children.
“What’s wrong, little sister of mine?” He asked.
Katara shook her head. “Nothing, Sokka,” she said. She didn’t even turn around to look at him as she spoke. She just continued to gaze over the crystal clear water.
“You’ve been acting weird lately, Katara,” Sokka told her. “You can talk to me.”
She finally turned around and looked at him straight in the eye. “It’s this dream,” she began. ” It keeps happening over and over. This young boy is fighting the Firelord and it feels like I’m there. You’re there too.”
Sokka looked at her funny. “Have you been sniffing penguin poo again?” He asked only half seriously.
Katara gave him a scowl but Sokka just laughed. “I’m only joking.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m not sleeping very well, I have all these chores, and I never get to practice my water bending. I guess most of it boils down to missing mom and dad.”
“Well dad said he would try to make it home soon to visit,” Sokka answered, trying to be cheerful. “And mom, well you know we all miss her.” He sighed softly and looked at the sun beginning to set. “Look, you can come fishing with me tomorrow. That way, you can practice your magic water.”
“It’s water bending, “she snapped as she got up. “And yes, I’ll go tomorrow. At least I can get away from here for a little while.”
She walked past Sokka and went back to the village to finish her afternoon chores. For the rest of the evening, she kept thinking about that image of the boy fighting the Firelord. She longed to know what the dream meant. Was this dream her destined future or was her destiny to stay in the village the rest of her life? She’d always known she wanted more out of her life, especially when she learned she could water bend. Later that night, as she was preparing to sleep, she looked out at the starry night and made a wish. She had made so many wishes on these same stars, but none had ever come true. But she felt this time could be different. She didn’t know why, she just did. She then laid her head down and was fast asleep.
Almost immediately, the dream started again. The young boy looked like he was dressed as an air nomad. He was fighting the Firelord with a feverous pitch. He seemed to be bending all four of the elements, like the Avatar, but she wasn’t for sure. She could barely see what was going on. She again saw Sokka. He was staying as far back as he could watching the fight as well. He seemed to be protecting a young girl, who seemed to be injured. She looked around at the room and saw many people watching from afar. One person even looked like her father, but again she wasn’t sure. Everything seemed so real, but then didn’t. She turned her attention back to the battle, which was getting even more intense. It had seemed to last forever, when finally, the young boy defeated the Firelord with a punishing combination of bending attacks. As the Firelord fell to the ground defeated, the boy turned toward Katara and she saw the most incredible piercing grey eyes she had ever seen. They seemed to sparkle as he looked at her.
“I did it, Katara,” he seemed to say to her. She was now even more confused. Did he just say her name?
“Katara, wake up!”
Katara opened her eyes and saw her Sokka standing over her. “What?” She asked.
“I said I did it. I smoothed it over with Gran Gran about you coming fishing to me. She wasn’t too keen about it at first, but she trusted me on this. She said the time away might be good for you. Anyway, the boat’s ready, I’m just waiting on you. So hurry up and get dressed!”
Katara growled at him as he left. She sighed as she quickly got dressed to go fishing . She so wished she could remember the dream, but it was gone. All she could remember was the boy fighting the Firelord. She then walked out into the crisp, cold air and met up with Sokka.
“By the way, Katara, when you use your “magic water,” try not to get me wet, please.”
Katara just rolled her as she clambered into the canoe, obviously holding back the urge to drench him right now. She changed her mind when he turned to her.
“It’s gonna be a good day,” he said. “You’ll see.”
Katara smiled. “I hope so.”