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The Descent :: Chapter 6THEY TRICKED HER. The gods had tricked her!The Descent :: Chapter 6 by chromeknickers
Katara was so angry she could scream, but making a single noise on this bridge could void the spiritual contract and send Zuko straight to Naraka, a realm of torment and agony. That thought alone kept her mouth shut. The idea of Zuko being sent to hell because of her both terrified and drove her forward.
It wasn’t entirely Varuna’s fault, she eventually admitted. Actually, it wasn’t the goddess’s fault at all. It was her own. Katara was the one who was so confident in herself and her need to return Zuko to the living—to appease her own guilt—that she never once considered the consequences for him.
Avatar Kuruk warned her, but she had arrogantly presumed the sacrifice would be hers and hers alone. It wasn’t. It was her decision to bring Zuko home; a decision she made that entailed a sacrifice for him. The ultimate kind.
But why did he choose to come with her? Why did he allow her t
The Descent :: Chapter 5IF KATARA WERE to describe the palace of Varuna in one word, it would be resplendent. Built into the face of the Mount Meru and surrounded by the celestial waters of Rasā, it was a wondrous structure in itself to behold. Slender ivory towers banded in lacy stonework, snowy domes capped with gold and topped with golden spires gleamed brightly in the dying sun. It was truly a palace built for the gods by the gods.The Descent :: Chapter 5 by chromeknickers
Awestruck, she and Zuko slowly make their way up the white stairs until they were in the entrance hall of the palace. Their every footfall echoed on the ivory floors. It was intimidating. The guards here seemed to be solid like herself but their eyes were ghostly, watching as the living entered the palace in silence.
Katara tried to keep her features guarded. Every line on her face was blank, yet inside she was a maelstrom of emotions. Fear, worry, anticipation, irritation, wariness and impatience bounced over each other and washed through her. She wasn’t quit