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Triviality
by Looly
At such a crucial point in their journey, she knows that she should be focusing on the big picture. But she also knows that, should they succeed, people many years in the future won't remember the small, trivial moments, but the big, legendary stories. So she takes it upon herself to commit the small, beautiful details to memory. It makes her feel kind of special in a way, too, knowing that these moments belong to her and her alone.
Nobody but her, after all, would know how Hothead (perhaps, in the future, honorable Fire Lord Zuko) would wake up early in the morning to help the only other female of the group prepare breakfast—only to later pretend that he, too, had woken up at the same time as the others.
People all across the world would tell wild tales of how Sokka the Water Tribe warrior had defeated some of the most fearsome firebenders… but few would recall the way he stared at the moon each night, or how he yearned for its return when a new moon hid itself from the human eye, his heartbeat reminiscent of a broken and lonely failure.
And surely the people who knew of Katara, the strong and beautiful waterbender, knew nothing of how she only shed tears as she practiced her waterbending (who could tell the difference of water, sweat, and tears?), all of her inner strength swept away by fears of the future and what it would bring for the people she loved.
She is confident that however many years pass, however many more Avatars there may be… nobody but her will know the way that Twinkle Toes had a heart that sounded like the fluttering of butterfly wings, how his favorite flower was the panda lily, or how, every now and then, he would grab hold of one of his friends and take them for a surprise flight through the sky (she, it just so happens, was usually the person of choice).
Most of all, she knows that nobody but her will know the feeling of their hearts breaking in unison whenever their "family" went separate ways, and how they pieced back together again upon their reunion.
Now, their journey is coming to an end. The future they had once chased so desperately after is finally close enough to touch. There is no time to stop and appreciate the little things anymore—not when something so colossal is so close.
Yet, the young earthbender finds herself listening and feeling… listening and feeling for the Water Tribe warrior reaching for the moon; for the firebender waking at dawn and laughing with his female counterpart; for the waterbender stamping her foot on the ground and wiping away frustrated tears; and for the airbender plucking a small flower from the ground and caressing it.
They are such small, trivial moments...
And after all, people cared for the events that made them gods, not the incidents that made them human.
I know, I haven't updated in quite a bit. I just found this small thing stored away from quiiite a while ago, and I rathed liked it. I hope it makes sense. I apologise for the bazillion run-on sentences--I get very carried away with those wicked, wicked things. Anywho, I hope y'all like it. And remember: reviews make Looly a happy girl!