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When Katara was thirteen-years-old, she was sent to the Royal Fire Academy For Girls, courtesy of Fire Lord Iroh. Because the Fire Nation constantly raided and captured their waterbenders during Sozin’s and Azulon’s reign, Fire Lord Iroh decreed for reparations. Sending the Southern Water Tribe’s last waterbender to Caldera was considered “reparations”—Katara guesses—because what place was the Southern Water Tribe for a waterbender?
The Northern Water Tribe sure wouldn’t have been a place for her, and Katara knows that. She didn’t know by the time she had left her home, but she learned that she wouldn’t have been taught how to fight because she was a woman; and though being a healer sounded useful and enticing, she couldn’t understand why she (or anyone else) couldn’t have learned both.
At the Academy, Katara would be taught by Lady Hama, who was also from the Southern Water Tribe, but never returned because it would remind her too much of what was lost. And she worked Katara nearly to death. But that was the culture in the Fire Nation—working to perfection for hours on end day in and day out, which agonized Katara to no end, but the results were worth it.
She couldn’t imagine living life stuck on a frozen tundra without a master waterbender to learn from and spending all her days cooking, mending clothes, and whatever was deemed “woman’s” work. Though her ancestors would be disappointed in this sentiment, she liked the Fire Nation.
She liked that the landscapes and seasons were painted with a myriad of colors and the spirits that accompanied the creation myths; she understood the importance of honor and discipline in her bones and caught herself chasing after the promise of perfection that the Fire natives chased as well; she loved the opportunities that were laid out in front of her, and that girls and boys saw her as an equal contender.
And what she loved the most were the individuals that made up the Royal Family.
Or rather, the Royal Siblings.
