Prologue
The world was in shock.
When the shock wore off, sorrow came, and anger and fury and rage.
The whole gaang gathered, all with the same look in their eyes. Something burned in their eyes; a terrible sadness and a terrible rage.
They tracked them down and destroyed them. Sokka screamed and cried angry tears as his sword sliced through flesh and bone, Zuko wore a cold, detached mask as he burned them to a cinder, Toph clenched her teeth so hard that she swore she could hear them crack as she crushed their bodies with stone. Suki and Haru and Ty Lee and Iroh and Mai and all the people they called friends fought along them and all the soldiers and random people who had come from around the world to fight with them were there. But they didn't really notice and when it was over their knees buckled and they crawled to each other and hugged each other and Sokka still cried and Toph did now too, abandoning her tough act this one time. Zuko didn't cry, but only stared down, his eyes empty. Blood stained the ground around them and broken bodies lay scattered.
They had avenged them.
The Avatar and his wife.
And as Hakoda pulled his son in a hug as the tears ran down his face as well, tears for his lost daughter and her husband, the saviour of the world. And Mai put her knives away and embraced Zuko's impassive body, kissing his forehead and holding back her tears for him, ignoring the fact that Katara had been one of her best friends just to keep her composure. And Ty Lee wasn't smiling for once, big tears rolling down her cheeks as she buried her head in Haru's chest. And the Freedom Fighters and Earth Rumble Participants and Kyoshi Warriors and White Lotus Society and all the nameless soldiers come to avenge the Avatar left them silently.
It all seemed to sink in.
They were gone.
Killed when everyone thought the world was at peace, when everyone thought they were safe. Murdered by a group of Ozai-supporters that had managed to survive and had sent an assassin. They were slaughtered in their sleep, when no one had ever suspected it. Their family, their happiness, destroyed.
They had not hesitated. Had not hesitated at all to call upon their friends and family and the world to fight. To destroy those responsible. And they had used violence. They had killed. They had avenged them. Everything Aang wouldn't have wanted them to do. But for the moment, they didn't care.
And as they returned to their homes and their families. As they slowly accepted the loss and calmed the Nations who had grown fearful of another war now the Avatar was dead. They knew they would always remember this time of sorrow. And while Katara and Aang and their little daughter who hadn't even been a year old, had died, they would never forget them. Aang with his everlasting optimism and bravery and Katara's caring nature and strength. The scars would never fade, but the wounds were closing and they went on with their lives. Living in this world of peace Avatar Aang had given them.
Yes?
No?
I'm gonna write more anyway. So no real use in telling me to stop because it burns your eyes. I just won't listen. HA! (but telling me WHY it burns your eyes would always be welcome of course) :P
