Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction for it, now would I?
Yue is dead. Yue had never existed. Yue is no more.
Had she never been born, life would have been much easier. Sokka never would have loved her and La never would have hated her.
It was strange, dying. It took only a second but it stretched for eternity. The other looked at her.
"You are not my Tui." He said. She had to agree, because she had given up her temporary life, spared only to fulfil a purpose, to enter in to a half life in which she was only second best.
Thus, she knew La. Tui was dead, but so was Yue.
She was no longer she, and she often wondered why she couldn't just die like everyone else, instead of being a spirit with the painful emotions of a mortal.
She sees the warrior of Kyoshi and can't help but feel that The Princess and The Warrior sounded better than The Warrior and The Warrior.
(She does not feel, but knows, that The Moon and The Warrior sounds the best.)
The passage of eternity is strange to her, and things come through in patches. The memories of mortals are most often in her mind and they are mostly the water tribe, as she is their patron spirit.
She sees the blood on the ice of Sokka's home and reflects that he told her his home was a block of ice, but that he never told her it was so cruel.
She sees her father, alone now, and she wishes she could comfort him, if only for a while. The tribe, he always said, was his family, but she knows now that it is not the same. Blood was maybe not important spiritually, but she knows that being wise and enlightened isn't possible when your heart has been torn out.
She sees the general's son die, in a rain of blood and stone outside a great city that she never saw with real eyes. It is a shame, she reflects. In the brief time that she knew him, he was kind to her.
Blood is everywhere in the world and she wonders why people have so much blood and such thin skin.
She saw his sister making fun of him and she knew it was only jesting. She saw her accusing him of not loving their mother and she knew it was only anger. Yet, she could not help being angry at them all for not taking him seriously, as his heart had been broken so many times.
"I wonder," said Sokka, breaking the night silence and making the old firebender beside him look at him, "if she thinks I'm making mistakes."
Iroh knew better than to ask who, and regarded the young man beside him with a look of pity and understanding.
"We all make mistakes. It was not your fault that she-" Sokka interrupted him, his eyes gleaming in the dim light with what seemed to be tears. The moon shone down over them, and Sokka knew that the face upon its surface was crying.
"She didn't die." His voice cracked as he spoke. "She never existed."
Perhaps, in the end, that was the cruelest thing of all.
Author's note: So, this is my first published fic. Yay. The title is the world's vaguest reference to a song by Kate Rusby. Constructive criticism appreciated greatly, as I have a feeling this is too vague, especially the last segment. I would like to clarify that I am not anti-Sukka, but I think Yue might be. So go click the magic review button.