In anticipation of the LoK premiere Friday (I'm so excited!), I thought about writing something based on the Avatar universe. I thought of Yue first, since she was only in a few episodes, and we never really know what happened to her besides the fact that she became the moon spirit. She's one of the bravest characters on the series, she even gave her life willingly for the good of the world, and I wanted to commemorate her spirit as well.
I didn't believe it was the final goodbye when I left him at the North Pole.
I thought that somehow, someway, we would meet again, maybe even be together. I know now that I was wrong.
Even the wisdom of the moon spirit wasn't enough to crush my hope then.
I entered the Spirit World and immediately took up my duties as the Moon Spirit. I watched Aang stop the invasion of my people and felt relieved that they were safe. I watched over him in his journey to maintain balance in the world. I quietly lent Katara my power whenever she needed it. I saw a young earthbending girl join the group and watched over her as well, although my power could not help her. But most of all, I watched over him. I tried to comfort him from afar as he tore himself apart with guilt over my death.
I watched as he headed to Ba Sing Se with the rest of the group. A girl suddenly started talking to him at the train station, and to my surprise, kissed him on the cheek.
He knew her, of course, but he had never mentioned her to me.
I watched them as they crossed the Serpent's Pass, saw the care he took to make sure she didn't end up like me: dying for him and for the world. I came out of the spirit world to make my nightly trek across the sky, and watched as he quietly refused her kiss.
He loved her. He just wasn't over me yet and didn't want me to have to see their relationship unfold.
I saw this, and the wisdom of the moon spirit helped me understand. I needed to make one more sacrifice, one more for him.
I let go of him, released him to the girl who was beautiful, intelligent, brave, strong, and who loved him. One tear slid down my face as I let him go, and I wiped it away. Spirits weren't supposed to cry.
Goodbye, Sokka.
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