Author's Note: Okay I was wondering what it would be like for Aang if Katara died so that is what this revoles around. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One: Urgent News
Sokka's Point of View
I paced around the ice house waiting for a message, a sign, a noise... something to tell me that my sister was fine. Suki had been there the whole 32 hours and Toph had arrived after 12 hours into it. Aang still didn't know, they had had no way of contacting him and telling him that his child was on the way.
He had had to go because of Avatar duties in the Fire Nation, plus he hadn't wanted to turn down a chance of seeing their old friend Zuko. He had sent a hawk, telling them he needed Aang and including some details on his life. He and his wife, Mai, were now expecting a child, a little prince they said. Zuko had wished Katara and Aang well and gave them his congratulations on their coming member of the family. He kept joking that when the boys were older they could get together and see if his little firebender could beat the avatar's, and he said this fondly, little cloudbender. He had been joking about this since the day he found out about the little boy.
I looked at my father, who was now not as young as he used to be but as fierce and brave as ever. His face was lined with worry and fear, but I could see the pride shallow under the stress. He looked over at me and nodded, we were both too strained to speak, not that we would have anyway, we were struggling to hear a sign of life... a cry of a baby, a cheer, even a cry from Katara to know that she was still alive and our little warrior was coming.
I was tempted to run out of the icy quarters and run to the one in which my sister was. But I knew I would be forced back by the women, and if not Katara would not have wanted me to see her in such a position, weak and struggling.
I thought again about the baby and my mind wandered again to the letter that had so quickly pulled Aang away. I am sure he would have battled through anything, even the old firelord himself again, to get to Katara and welcome his child to the world with, together.
The letter! I thought wildly. The hawk is still here! I felt excitement build inside me, pushing up and constricting my throat. I smiled, probably manically, and ran from the igloo. I went into Aang and Katara's home, and the hawk sat there, shivering as it looked mournfully at the dying embers in the usually lit fireplace. I grabbed it and wrote a quick note then quickly jammed the letter in the compartment and let the hawk fly free.
I watched as the hawk became a blot in the sky and then disappeared entirely. I remembered the crudely written note I had sent.
Aang come quickly, bring Zuko if you want, please hurry it is urgent!
Then quickly, a musical whine pierced the air like a dagger. A baby's cry and I turned wildly. The baby was here! I was an uncle, I had a nephew! But then I stopped dead in my own tracks when I heard someone else crying. A cry so horror and sorrow-filled it could only mean something happened, and judging by th esound of the sobs it was nothing good. I sprinted towards the house, not with excitement but with worry and a need to see my little sister. Now, I wish I had slowed because the sight I found in the igloo was one I never wanted to witness...EVER!
Author's Note: Please review! I actually think I am off to a good start but I would like to know what others think about it. Constructed critisism is welcomed. I am sorry the message isn't in chinese/japenese figures like in the series but I couldn't seem to find that. Again,my apologies, enjoy, I hope to update soon!
