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A quiet rustle echoed through the marked path. Sokka scrambles for water in his bag. Really? Nothing? Sokka sat, panting like a dog. His legs ached and his throat was pleading for water.
He thought about what Katara said to him earlier. Ashmaker. Monster. Monster. Monster. The word vibrated in his mind, Sokka’s tears swelled up, his teary eyes clearly visible. He was called a monster by his own sister. But no, words can’t hurt him, he's a warrior. He can’t cry. But now he’s alone, he can let it all out.
He guessed that words do hurt.
Of course I’m an ashmaker. I wish I was never born. Sokka put his hands in his face. Tears started dripping down his face. He cried, Sokka was shaking. Ashmaker, monster. Sokka felt a hint of gladness that he was banished from his tribe. The starvation that his dad made him go through was agonising. He wondered why nobody intervened. The pain that he had to go through. However, it’s in the past; he should’ve gotten over it. Right?
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Zuko wandered through the empty, barren field. He didn’t know how to get to the North Pole without a ship. He trailed through the field until he was met with a dead end.
He leaned on the wall weakly as he slid down until he was sitting down, leaning. Zuko’s burn scar cramped, the surprise attack of immense pain made Zuko grimace.
The flutters of the alive, large bushes grew louder and louder. Zuko quickly noticed this and hopped back up to see any more suspicious activity. But wait, the person is moving so quickly. This must be the Avatar.
A figure appeared in front of Zuko, it was Aang. Aang looked friendly and his staff was nowhere in sight.
The universe finally blessed Zuko.
Zuko readied his dual swords, he tried to pounce on Aang. Aang swiftly dodged the attack and started running, flying, riding?.. It looked like a ball of air. Zuko whips a blaze of fire at the ball of air.
Aang tumbled to the floor, however he quickly picked himself back up and kicked a shot of air into his face.
Zuko crashed into the ground, his back ached from the impact. “Wait!” His hands clutched to the ground, his fingers arched.
The airbender stopped and took a couple of steps back to make sure that Zuko didn’t try to firebend again.
“Do you know where Sokka went?” Zuko asked, slight twitches from the back pain were visible.
“I’m looking for him too!” Aang stared at Zuko before deciding. “Do you want to team up to go look for him?”
Zuko looked at Aang in utter disbelief. Him? Really? “W-well uh.. I’m just going to go by myself..” Zuko raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. His blurted out sentence made him regret it, that was his golden opportunity to catch him off guard. But he just wanted to find Sokka.
The firebender picked himself up and started walking the other way, Aang watched him as he started walking away and also split up with his glider.
It was strange how he gave up capturing the Avatar for Sokka. He shook the thought out of his head but sprinkles of wonder were left behind.
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Sokka took heavy deep breaths while still with his head in his knees. He looked up and started wiping the active and dripping tears down his face. Sokka’s knees were wet from crying and his eyes were red and his cheeks were pink. That was an over reaction, why did he cry like that!
His still yearning throat bites him back and Sokka starts searching for water. He lifts himself up and starts walking around the place, trying to look for any liquid.
Crunchy noises and footsteps were heard by Sokka and he started to ready his space sword. He was slightly timid to fight, with the whole crying red face.