A:tLA - Drabble
Never Take Life Seriously: No One Makes It Out Alive Anyway - Katara
Never Take Life Seriously: No One Makes it Out Alive Anyway
Scarlet Rose
“We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.” - Madame de Stael
The death of a person close to others is always a painful and ugly process. The death of someone all alone is only marginally more dignified. The death of someone so beloved you long to die with them is a torment and faint longing for sadistic suicide.
She believes that she is one of the earliest children to understand Death and his strange ways. Her mother had been a quick and fatal victim that had died almost too early to comprehend. The pain, while fresh, was unnerving for a child.
Children should not know of Death.
She understands Death a little more when he captures someone slightly nearer to her heart than strangers. Still, the acquaintance was no valiant knight or righteous warrior whom died for his cause. This death is to make her understand that Death is not bias. He takes from every corner, lighted or shadowed, in the world.
Young adults are allowed to comprehend Death through the death of strangers.
When Death entrapped her father in a particularly heinous way, she was no longer the forgiving hen mother of children, but the vengeance of a million orphans left behind by war, Death, and their sadistic ways.
Death makes youthful adults weary ones.
It was after the battles and wars were complete that Death came for her.
She’d seen it coming all along. The illness of war and vengeance had come upon her soul. It slowly sickened her from her heart outwards. It weakened her body for the sickness of others to ravage it. Silly little girl had always been too involved in helping others.
Death does not care for compassion and makes no effort to help those who are in need of it.
As it would happen, her closest friends were there to watch every step of the journey. Even allies, once enemies, were concerned for the girl-woman as she walked to the infirmary camps to heal the ill.
They did not understand what she did. She was not merely sick of body, but of mind. Her heart was tainted by countless battles and bloodied victims left behind by both herself and the enemy.
She made herself sick with watching the outside world, and her compassion for others despite some deep set ill-will for a particular few.
In actuality, the sickness would carry her on with her life for several more years. Several more years to watch others nearby die. Death was showing her that you could not save everyone. Not even herself.
Waterbending Master Katara of the Southern Water Tribe perished young in life from the illness of war brought on since birth and the inevitability that is life against such a ravaging concept that is Death.