scorch of a billion suns
Sokka
.
The desert is a burning hell — vast and desolate and broken. He stands in the middle of it, blue clothes stark against the red-orange-yellow horizon, and wonders where it all went wrong — when he had to run away to memories of Avatars and waterbenders and constantly being chased; when blue arrows were washed clean of the earth again.
Red war balloons float overhead, and it's something like before, but he's older — wiser, maturer — he isn't the one sitting the battle out. He's Sokka, master of the sword and warhero — a companion of the (traitor) Avatar, the one who helped defeat the tyrant Ozai. But still — still he doesn't know what to do when Azula breaks out and overpowers Zuko; still he isn't the one fighting in the front lines — he's in the background again, sword sheathed and all master plans abandoned.
And he's just Sokka again — the one running away, the useless one.
(He doesn't know where the hero went.)
fin.