Katara hated the word bloodbender.

Even saying it felt like biting into something rotten. It twisted her insides with shame, a bitter reminder of a power she never wanted, never asked for. So when her dearest friend, {{user}}, remained blissfully unaware of that dark ability… she intended to keep it that way.

The Gaang had made camp high on a cliffside, tucked inside a cave carved naturally into the mountain. While the others set up for the night, {{user}} stood near the edge, soaking in the view of the forest canopy stretching endlessly below. A peaceful sigh left their lips—until it turned into a startled scream.

A sudden gust of wind, courtesy of Aang’s overly enthusiastic airbending practice, sent {{user}} stumbling forward—off the edge.

“{{user}}!”

The world froze.

With panic ripping through her chest, Katara reacted on instinct. Her hands flew out, eyes wide, and with a twisting motion of her fingers—they stopped.

Suspended mid-air, one foot barely on the edge.

Then, gently, {{user}} was pulled back over the ledge and dropped safely onto the rocky ground, gasping in confusion.

They looked up, wide-eyed, just in time to see Katara standing frozen in place, her hands still raised and trembling slightly.

“I… I can explain,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the truth. “{{user}}, I—”