Thread: The Meteor Crosses the Moon (Karamedia & Malin [Avatar: TLA])

Akahana This couldn't possibly be right..... There was no way that this could happen... Not after everything.... Everything she'd fought for and attained... There was no way it could be over... These thoughts flitted through her mind as she lay in the snow in the extreme cold of the water benders home. She felt a shaft of pain shoot through her body from the injury that was slowly draining her life away. Slowly spilling her blood into the snow. To think, that after everything she had endured, she'd end up slowly dying in the enemies lands. Left behind by her soldiers. Left to die alone. How disgraceful. To think that she a first lieutenant fire bender in the mighty fire nation army- would meet her end in the unforgiving cold of the south lands. She felt the cold fingers of death gain a tighter hold on her life force. Could feel the darkness of death encroach on her mind, her memories, her thoughts on her regrets and fears. She knew if she fell asleep she would never wake again in this world. But even knowing that, it was so hard to keep her eyes open. Her strength was fading fast and her will was slowly seeping out with her life force and into the snow. She imagined the pristine white snow was now a crimson color, filled with many lifeless corpses. And she would just be another nameless body... NO! She couldn't -she wouldn't - allow herself to become one of those specters. She'd been haunted all her life by the nameless faces of the men -and sometimes women- that she'd killed. People who would forever follow her with their blank, accusing stares. Now as she lay dying, those specters moved in to take their vengeance on her. She struggled to maintain her hold on life while her ghosts and death pulled and tugged at her soul. Trying to rip it from her body. A wave of hot anger flashed through her. Rage at the fire nation for doing this to her. Abandoning her here. And so easily. The anger gave her a surge of strength and she vowed that should she live she would take her own revenge against the traitors. Anger heated her body melting off some of the snow that had clung to her body. If only... If only she had more time... If only she could live awhile longer... Long enough to get her own revenge... She didn't want to die.... And there it was. The biggest and simplest truth. She didn't want to die. She wasn't ready to leave the world. She'd had far too much she'd wanted to do. At this, guilt assailed her. How many lives had she cut short? How many people had she left just like this? Countless. She'd always tried taking them alive...as much as she could but even still, that didn't erase her sins. She wondered if everyone went through the same motions at death. How many other had lain bleeding out desperately trying to cling to their fading life? Felt all their sins weighed against them. Remembered all those they'd wronged. Felt anger at those who'd wronged them. Cursed those that had taken their life. Did they all feel the same things during death? She vaguely registered the sound of crunching snow. Someone was coming. No doubt a water bender searching the battlefield for survivors on both sides. To save their comrades. To kill their enemies. She felt a surge of panic and a spark of hope. They may kill her but if she could convince them that she knew valuable information on the whereabouts of their comrades who'd been taken...she may live yet. Would they notice her amidst all the dead? Most likely. Her armor was easily seen and easily noticed. They would come to make sure she was dead -and if she wasn't- to finish the job. She'd only have one chance. The cold was numbing her body and she could no longer feel the pain from her wound. That worried her more than when she could feel the pain. She had precious little time. So little. I don't want to die.... she thought fighting against all the icy fingers that tore at her. Her only hope was the enemy whose brethren she'd killed and kidnapped.