1Summary: He was just a boy, but he turned out to be the savior of their world. Slight Kataang. Told in Katara's POV. Takes place immediately after the war.
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Today marks the 5th year of Avatar: The Last Airbender.
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Just a Boy
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The Avatar stood in front of me. The savior of the world stood in front of me; and my best friend...stood in front of me. I looked into his tired eyes and saw the small twinkle, one of the last remains of his childhood. The stormy gray orbs looked over at me and lightened up, a smile shining through them.
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He was just a boy.
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He walked slowly over to me and grinned, raising his arms for a hug. I smiled as well, returning the embrace warmly. I held onto him and looked down at his back, lowering my hand to the center of it, where a physical pain had been inflicted. One of hundreds of pains that had overwhelmed him in his year with us.
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Who has felt the pain of a hundred year war.
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I wanted to heal it, make the pain go away. Though no one can take away the pain that this boy feels. The pain of losing your people. The pain of having your entire culture wiped out with a single attack. The pain of not being able to do anything while a war threatened to destroy the world. The pain of everyone you know expecting you to know what to do, how to do everything.
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I slowly parted from the boy and smiled, kissing his cheek. He blushed and I giggled, drifting my gaze down to his chest and saw the muscles risen up from his body. Muscles that were used to end the war that had been plaguing the world for a century.
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The weight of the world on his shoulders.
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"Is something wrong, Katara?" The boy asked me, concern present in his young voice. I looked up at him and put on a fake smile. I nodded and listened as he told me, "You look kind of sick."
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His voice had changed much throughout our travels. It had gone from the sweet, cheery voice of a child, to the worn down voice of a teenager. Katara looked down in thought, but then returned to his eyes, "No, I'm fine, just a little tired."
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Who has sacrificed so much.
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He looked at me one more time before turning to see Zuko calling him over. I smiled at him as he turned. I saw his bare back when he walked over to him and gazed at the star-shaped scar in the center of it. I winced at the dark pink skin of it, a scar that will never heal.
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So many things, pounding onto him with every small step he took. A blanket was wrapped around his shoulders as he began walking to his room. I followed him slowly, keeping my distance from him. He walked towards his room and opened the door, walking in and closing it.
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I hesitated before turning to knob on the wooden door. I heard laughing coming from the room and I tilted my head in confusion. I peeked my head in the doorway and saw the playing with his lemur, laughing and playing, rolling around on the floor.
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I smiled and giggled at him.
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He was, after all, just a boy.
