Let it Flow
The rain gleams fair through the nebulous air
Misty clouds hide every light
My spirit calls to the ocean
The horizon in my sight
The waves roll higher like this storming sea inside
Sorrow, anger, hurt
It's all too much to hide
Katara rose early the day after the Blue Moon Ball. All the adults had drunk themselves stupid, so they'd be hungover all day. The young children sleep in from being up so late. As for the teens, who knew?
Still, Katara dressed in her most exquisite royal blue coat, pausing in front of her mirror to check her appearance. The necklace she'd inherited from her mother shimmered on her neck. However, this morning unlike every other morning, she swore she saw a brilliant azure jewel shard sparkling back at her in the mirror. Blinking her eyes, the supposed jewel shard vanished.
Figuring she was still a little sleepy-eyed that she saw things. Noiselessly and gracefully, she slipped out of her icy palace. She deliberately traveled to a nearby icy lagoon. Ignorant, someone was shadowing her.
At last, she reached the inlet grinning. This specific cove held exceptional significance. It's where the white narwhals came to give birth to their babies. Katara held a unique connection with one in particular. She didn't understand why she and this particular female had a connection. Yet, from the moment their crystal blue eyes meet, they'd become seemingly one. Katara didn't desire Sokka to laugh at her for believing she could positively converse with this female.
Though, how could he laugh when his dream girl been blessed by the Moon Spirit herself? Either way, Sokka remained the least spiritual in the family. He favored logic and science. Nevertheless, Katara felt she and Neona (that's what the whale said her name was) held a spiritual bond. Katara beckoned to Neona, and she came to the surface, chuckling joyfully to see her friend.
"Good morning, Neona! How is everything going?" Katara courteously inquired as she stroked the rubbery skin of the white whale.
Once again in her mind, she swore she heard a voice answer her question. "Everyone is doing excellent. Though my older brother, Llyr, is making googly eyes on the most attractive female in the pod."
Stifling a laugh, Katara replied, "Yeah, my older brother is a lovesick fool whenever Princess Yue around. The Northern Tribe will be here for at least another week and a half. Consequently, he'll get plenty of time with his dream girl. I know my parents are highly encouraging of the relationship. Though I assume Yue's father is having difficultly with the concept."
"Parents. Ugh, they never want their children to leave the nest. Furthermore, forever thinking they know whose most suited for their offspring. Nine times out of ten, they're mistaken."
"Too true, Neona. Consequently, how much longer before the calves are born?"
"They won't be born until the new moon. It was a blue moon last night. So we've two weeks before the moon is new."
"Dang it! I hoped they'd be born before Kenai had to go home!"
"Kenai? Katara are you smitten?"
"Well," suddenly she detected someone behind her. Instinctively she attacked the threat behind her, except ice cold hit boiling, releasing ample quantities of steam.
Just keep it in, keep back the tears
Don't you remember those painful, flooded years?
Stay underneath, don't come up now
Well, I'm here now!
"Wow there! I come in peace!" cried out the person. Katara crimsoned furiously when the vapor cleared, and she saw her crush.
"I knew you're the most competent waterbender in your tribe. My cousin spoke highly of you on the journey here. Though, she mentioned you lack in wittiness plus preparation. That's your brother's department."
"Kenai! I'm so sorry! You just startled me!" she rapidly apologized. He shook his head. "You don't have to apologize, Katara. I should for panicking you. I spotted you leaving and decided to see where you went. Nice little hideaway, by the way."
"Um, thanks," though she couldn't help but glance at his face. He had a large discoloration around his right eye. She overheard Sitka last night making all kinds of wisecracks about it.
"It's a birthmark, not a scar," Kenai unexpectedly said, making her do a double-take. "Huh?" Taking a deep breath, he clarified what he meant. "I'm used to the stares and japes, believe me. Though, it's a birthmark, not a scar. My father has the same birthmark as does my brother. It's merely located elsewhere on them. I know it resembles a burn scar. Yet, it's merely a birthmark. I get exhausted of explaining that to people. Though, I don't mind explaining to you."
"I'm sorry for staring."
Shaking his head, "It's alright. I figured you ask about it sooner or later. I just wanted to get it out of the way. Therefore you going to introduce me to your friend?" The young waterbending princess forgot why she came here, "Oh, where are my manners today? Come over here," as she guided him closer to the edge of the cove.
"Kenai, this is my special friend, Neona. Neona, this is Kenai from the Northern Water Tribe."
The crystal blue eyes of the unicorn whale sparkled, "He's charming. You've great taste, Katara. Though why is he so hot? I don't mean that he's a hottie. He's hot."
"What did she say about me?" Kenai asked, making Katara blush even further. "What makes you think she's saying anything?" she asked apprehensively.
"Katara, I overheard you having a conversation with her. So tell me what she was asking?" he questioned sincerely.
"You aren't going to call me crazy for talking to a whale?"
"No, my brother also possesses the capability to speak to animals and spirits. Mother calls it a precious blessing. So, what did Neona ask you?"
"She asked why your hot?"
"Oh, that," chuckling, "Could you explain to her I'm half Fire Nation."
Katara did as he said, then translated Neona's next question. "She wants to know if you're a firebender?"
"No, I'm a waterbender. Except whenever I bend water? The temperature of the water spontaneously turns scalding due to my Fire Nation blood."
Katara raised an eyebrow about that, "I never heard of that regarding a waterbender. I doubt Hama has either."
"Do you know many people whose parents are from opposing nations?"
"Well, no. Does this mean your brother flames are cooler?"
"In a sense, yes. They're standard fire, except it never truly seems to burn anything. Though, I'm not so much concerned regarding our bending as making certain neither of us gets bullied."
"I presume because the Water Tribe not that open to interracial marriages, it must be hard."
"Well, that plays a part in it. Though, my brother and I are each different in other ways. Ways the world unfeeling too for the simple crime of being different."
"What makes you different? If I'm not offensive?"
"Well, a majority of the world doesn't understand what it means to be color-blind. Nor are they extremely accepting of transgender people like my brother. The world has never been sympathetic to those who are different."
"Colorblind? I'm not familiar with what that means."
"It means I can't distinguish certain colors. Largely I get red and green mixed up. I also have some difficulty with blue. Consequently, that's troublesome for me."
"I see. Well, we all grapple with some impediment. Though you said your brother?"
"Please, don't tell me you or your brother are one of those jackasses who thinks its a transgression against Alanna for being transgender. That it makes you an atrocity or something else."
Katara looked like she been punched, "I would never be that narrow-minded! I know Alanna conceived humanity. Furthermore, none of her children are abominations."
"Most souls neglect to remember that when you speak of the White Spirit of Life," he grumbled before Katara replied pointedly to him.
"Alanna is the mother of the human race. She created us in her image. Therefore none of us is a mistake to the mother of us all." Neona appeared to coincide with how she acted, "Well, I suppose I misjudged you. I'm sorry."
"Next time, don't make assumptions. We should get back, or my father will send the hunters out looking for us."
Let it flow, let it flow
Let the water run pure and clear
Let it flow, let it flow
Let the daylight disappear
I don't care if all the skies turn gray
Let the seas rage on
The rain never bothered me anyway
The couple said goodbye to Neona then walked hand-in-hand back to the village. The snow-white whale seemed to smile before she disappeared underneath the ocean blue. When they got back, Sokka and Yue rushed to meet them. Unquestionably anxious regarding where they'd been. "Are you trying to make my hair go prematurely white, Katara?! Dad's been in a frenzy all morning!"
"So your own mother, cousin! She's been driving us all batty with how anxious she's been," Yue reported.
"Is it a crime to go for an early morning walk? I didn't go far. I honestly went for a walk." Katara explained.
"Yes, we were just going for a walk along the coastline. How much danger is there in simply taking an early morning stroll?" Kenai desired to know.
"I suppose nothing, but the spirits are unsettled. You know how the elders are when the spirits grow restless." Yue offered up why there been a slight panic.
"How do you know the spirits are agitated, Yue?" Sokka asked before smacking his head, "Nope, stupid question. Of course, being blessed by the Moon itself, you know about spirits."
Yue smiled, lit up like moonlight. She then pecked Sokka's left cheek. "It's nice you are concerned, Sokka. Either way, we better go quell the panic."
I always feared this power.
Would sweep me off my feet
And this current I feel swirling
Would pull me in too deep
Later that day, the girls went to watch the boys training. Master Denai firmly believed even benders should know how to fight without bending. As you never knew when you wouldn't be able to use their bending.
He preferred to instruct females in a separate class from males. More to avoid bruising egos then sexism. Plus, to avoid any accidents. Denai's wife taught him long ago to respect female warriors.
But now I'm through. I've had enough
Unlock the floodgates and never close them up
So far away, but finally... I'm free!
Currently, Sokka was engaged in a sparring match with Kenai. Before the match, Kenai stated he'd go easy on Sokka. Sokka didn't want anyone to go easy on him.
The girls were enchanted as the sparring match went on. Unquestionably, Kenai knew quite well how to utilize a spear or club. They're evenly matched. The girls kept cheering on the boys. "Your cousin impressive, Yue! Does he have a sister?" Nita whispered over the gathering. The elegant aristocrat grinned, knowing specifically what Nita implied.
Yet again, the LGBT community still struggled quite a bit. Times were changing. Yet, some individuals refused to see that love wasn't unrighteousness. Nor was anyone getting hurt, in any sense of the word, with people simply being themselves. However, countless souls twisted the words of the Mother. Twisting it into ways that they perceived to be 'normal.' However, as Katara and Kenai discussed earlier, no one was an abomination in the eyes of Alanna.
"No, he's got a twelve-year-old brother, though. Smart as a whip, that kid. Though a tad shy. That's him over there," pointing to a small boy greatly resembling his brother other then his eyes were blue.
"Looks like he could use a friend. What's his name?"
"Should we ask him to sit with us? I mean Grandpa, not going to get to the preteens anytime soon."
"That I'd think to be appropriate," Yue called out to her cousin. He looked up as she gestured for him to join them. Hesitant at first, then the young boy sprinted up the stairway to sit with them.
They quickly made him feel welcomed. Immediately they turned back to watch his brother spar. The match ultimately concluded when Master Denai called it a draw. He congratulated both young men on their impressive skills. Moreover their excellent sportsmanship.
He then asked who'd like to spar next. That when everyone stomachs collectedly dropped. Sitka had entered the ring challenging Kenai to a match. Everyone could feel it in the crisp air. This wouldn't end well at all.
Let it flow, let it flow.
To the ocean, I belong.
Let it flow, let it flow.
Hear my siren song
To staying dry
Let the seas rage on
Master Denai glanced at his grandson before issuing both boys a warning. If either fought dirty, they'd be immediately thrown out. Not only that, he'd talk to both their parents and chiefs. They'd decided what a befitting punishment was.
Kenai immediately asserted he wasn't a dishonorable person. That wasn't how he been brought up. Nevertheless, Master Denai stressed it again to both of them. However, it unmistakable meant for his grandson. Not their guest. With that said, the match began.
Katara privately worried if Kenai's color-blindness would affect him. However, it hadn't hindered him before. Yet, she couldn't count on Sitka to fight sportsmanlike. He gleefully takes advantage of anyone.
My power roars and tempests rise, but I won't drown
My hydrophilic heart is pumping fierce at thunder sound
I can't contain this aqua force so hear my pleas
To turn the tide is all I ask. I'm begging on my knees
Kenai kept his cool while Sitka let his narcissism get the better of him. Sitka's pride and hatred caused him to make careless blunders as he attacked recklessly. Kenai's cool level-head gave him the upper hand.
Ten minutes into the match, Kenai knocked Sitka off his feet and won. Everyone cheered for Kenai's victory. However, being the sore loser, he was Sitka suddenly attacks him from behind.
Kenai wasn't prepared when Sitka slashed him with his concealed dagger. Everyone screamed in horror as Kenai collapsed onto the snow, staining it red from the large cut on his back. Katara and Nita immediately attacked Sitka with their waterbending before racing to heal Kenai. Master Denai's bronzed face turned as red as blood on the snow.
He seized his grandson's arm and dragged him out to face the consequences of his despicable behaviors. Everyone didn't waste their breath feeling sorry for Sitka. That bastard had crossed the line. Whatever his punishment, he richly deserved it. They knew everyone involved would be equally appalled and full of rage. Which meant this would end badly.
Sitka actually got thrown temporarily into the Tribe's prison. They still hadn't reached a satisfying punishment for him. Currently, everyone was in the roundhouse, seeking to decide what to do with him. Sitka spat on the floor. Snarling with hatred. He didn't deserve to be punished! That hybrid deserved what he got! Humiliating him and having the audacity to make moves on his woman.
Snarling like a monster, he seethed, "I wish I had the ability to get rid of him! I won't be refused anymore! I do anything to get my vengeance!"
A threatening cackle permeated the chamber before an even more ominous voice said, "So you do anything to take care of your freak of nature rival? My, my, aren't you the little demon? I perceive exceptional potential within in you, Sitka!"
"Who there?! Show yourself!" he commanded. The disembodied voice lamented vehemently while a peculiar portal opened. Stepping out of the gateway were two teens plus a bald gentleman with bone-white skin and catlike eyes dressed all in black.
"Who are you three? How did you get here?!"
"My name is Princess Azula, and this is my friend Anil. As for him?" pointing to the Black Spirit of Death, "That's Anto. I'm positive he doesn't need an introduction. A pleasure to meet you, Sitka!" Azula approached him holding her hand out. The narcissistic Water Tribe lad didn't take it. However, he eyed the trio with increasing enthusiasm. "So what do you two want with me?" he demanded in a cocky manner.
"Not so much what we want as much as you want. You yearn for the power to control both Water Tribes? Furthermore, have this Katara as your wife, correct?" Azula quoted the teen's indirect request.
"Yes, I desire that more then anything. Yet how can you help me accomplish that?"
"Simple. We work together to obtain power even more substantial then the Avatar!" The Black Spirit divulged the secret they'd shared with Anil.
"Eons ago, the initial benders concentrated their essence into four shards. Each shard includes the avatar-level power of its element. Yet, more significantly, if all four shards fused?
Not only would they've got the capability to rival the Avatar, but they could also enslave the Avatar. With the Avatar as your thrall? Why you could have anything, your heart desires."
Like a ravenous wolf, Sitka's blue eyes lit up. "Hmm, there got to be a catch. Why would you share this kind of power with me?"
"It's simple, frankly," the Fire Nation Princess revealed once more. "The shards are both concealed. Plus have impressive protection. Furthermore, only humans can locate them. In exchange for helping us, we will bestow the water shard's power to you. All we ask in return is you swear allegiance to us. There is one more requirement we ask of you."
"What other requirement?"
"You've to help me liberate my father, Prince Ozai, from Soto Island. Once my father has all the shards, he will become the Phoenix King. As King, he can grant his associates a fraction of the power. With him in charge. Plus, you've got a fraction of the avatar's power? Well, what more could you dream of?"
Licking his lips, the Water Tribe boy nodded before shaking the diabolical trio's hands. "I see we are surprisingly alike. I'll happily join you in the hunt for the shards. Anything to make me chief and Katara, my wife!"
"Then shall we retreat to my castle in the Spirit World? We need to plan. Furthermore, secure stronger allies if we desire our dreams to come true!" Anto snickered darkly. Chortling as the portal reopened before they all evaporated into thin air.
Let it flow, let it flow.
And I'll start anew at last.
Let it flow, let it flow.
I'll wash away my past.
No more rules, my heart I will obey
Let the seas rage ON!
The rain never bothered me anyway.
Kenai- Joaquin Phoenix- Kenai Brother Bear
Neona (Ti and La's daughter)- Kelly Sheridan- Sango- Inuyasha
Let it flow done by Nim Aranel on YouTube.
Embrace the Eccentrics
Embrace the quirks, the incongruities, and the inner wild that makes you, you.
Embody your truth: own it. Your weirdness is filled with wonder: love all of who you are.
In doing so, you offer yourself the one thing that no one else can give you: the beauty of true acceptance.