I decided to publish first the fanfic about the comic I started, so I can see if you guys like this or not. I think that the begging is very explicit so it’s easy to understand what’s happening. Good reading!
P.s. I’m Italian and English is not my first language, excuse me for any mistake
She felt lighter and lighter, as if an invisible force was lifting her from that bad full of memories. The bond her body had with this worn and fragile vessel was weakening more and more, but strangely, she didn’t care. The only thing keeping her tethered to the ground was the sensation of the people around her, their hands on her, their gestures warm and affectionate. Through what little she could still see, she caught glimpses of faces- faces so sad… what is happening? Why is everyone looking at me with such guilt-ridden expression?
The people around her began to blur until she could no longer make out a familiar face… familiar, yet so distant, as if that face hadn’t appeared before her in a long time. Seeing it again, a deep nostalgia washed over her (for what? Who was that person?)
She closed her eyes and surrendered to that sensation, letting herself be carried away by that sweet lull.
She wasn’t afraid, only curios; she felt surrounded by her loved ones and by that unrecognisable yet calming presence. Her senses dulled, and her mind was freed from all thoughts, leaving behind only a warm, welcoming white void.
The soft sensation beneath her fingertips was all she needed to open her eyes. Cool colours flooded her vision, and she felt the light kisses of cold snow on her face; the snow fell gently, unstoppable.
As she opened her eyes again, she saw the sky covered in clouds and took a moment to realise where she was: the place she had always known ad home, the Southern Water Tribe. But not the one she had left behind, advanced thanks to her father- this was the small cluster of huts where she had grown up ad a child.
She sat up despite the dizziness, pressing a hand to her temple as she tried to gather her thoughts: how had she ended up there? What was her last memory? Was she alone or in company?
These seemingly simple questions gave her a sharp headache (could it even be called like that?) and she didn’t notice the figure slowly approaching her.
“Oh great. I can’t even have some peace here without you getting in my way”, said the person.
A spark of recognition jolted through her mind, and she immediately turned her head. What had been blurry just a moment ago sharpened, focusing on the boy’s features- features so similar to her own that she knew, even before she could clearly see his face. The sound of his voice, that familiar yet mature smile, were all she needed for confirmation.
“Everything was so quiet and peaceful before you showed up”, her brother said, before adding with a touch of sarcasm, “I get that you can’t even tie your shoes without me, but this is a bit too much”.
He barely had the time to finish his sentence before he found himself on the ground, wrapped in Katara’s arms. It was a move he hadn’t expected- especially not the way she buried her face against him, shaking with quiet sobs.
He turned the hug firmly, trying to convey everything he couldn’t say with words, everything his tears couldn’t express.
Yeah, I really like “Avatar: the last airbender” and I was thinking about this story of Katara after her death (yeah, bit depressing but hey, we like suffering).
Of course this project will take a lot of my time but I’m trying to do my best! (Save me pls)
P.s.
If you have some advices for me I’ll accept them all!
After a very long time I decide to come back (event if this blog isn’t famous or something else) and post a Yue’s fanart that I’m currently working on.
Soooooo this is my first post here and I decided to draw an young Kya from Avatar. I still have a lot of work to do (I’m on this fan-art for 13 h).
Who am I?
I’m a young Italian girl (so sorry if I do grammatical mistakes but I want you to know that I’m trying my best) who likes drawing, reading and a lot of other things. I go to school and I’m currently studying human science (psychology, sociology, anthropology…. I draw since I was a kid and that’s my passion.
Am I gonna post frequently?
I’ll post when I’ll feel to: school is obviously my priority at this moment
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