Whatever Point You Will Chapter 1: Aang and the White Lotus Revolution, an avatar: last airbender fanfic

Author's Notes- I just thought I would preface this story a little. The story is a retelling and continuation of the Avatar story. A general rule of thumb while reading would be to assume that if I contradict something from the show, I did it on purpose. Everything in the show may have happened, but nothing is set in stone.

The story is quite dark, there are tragic elements are throughout. You have been warned.

I have marked the story's main characters as Sokka and Toph. While Sokka is without a doubt the protaganist of the story, Toph plays a smaller role but I would say is still the second character. Toph's role becomes larger later in the story. This is not a romance story between them, they are not a straight pairing, but they do have a relationship of sorts. Please do not act like a whinny kid and flame the comments about how the story isn't a true Sokka and Toph story.

Anyways, enjoy!

"Tell us the story, goddess daughter of Zeus, beginning at whatever point you will."

The hot tea slowly cooled on the table to Sokka's right. He sat alone. His cabin was a solitary place. He seldom had visitors, which was partly by his own design. The cabin rested by itself on a small flat island to the north east of the Southern Water Tribe. Great winds blew across it chilling any man to the bone. It took hours to canoe, a place of solitude, which was precisely what Sokka had been looking for when he decided to build his home one it.

He had originally brought a tent covered in furs to sleep in, but the wind proved too strong. The furs would blow no matter how much tension they were lain. Some nights during the dark months, the wind was able to muster enough force to push the entire tent to the ground. Sokka was a strong individual, willing to fight the elements, he'd been fighting benders for years, nature surely was not going to be strong enough to make him fold. It took him a couple months before he swallowed his pride and decided he needed something sturdier or another place to stay.

The wooden cabin he erected had a sunken floor for warmth. The cracks between the wood had mud rubbed over on both sides. Outside, snow was pushed to roof on an angle to reduce the air force directly hitting the wood and to help insulate from the cold. The mud strengthened the wood from water damage the snow would have done, but not enough that Sokka every couple of months had to rip out certain boards that had rotten too much. It was still less work then having to stretch and dry fir to put around his tent.

The shack had a small area, it was only more than Sokka's arms extended in length. This little room made the shack hard to live in, especially during the dark months. There was a fire place in the middle, with a hole in the roof above it to ventilate the smoke out of the room. A small bed lay on one side, covered in thick firs from bears and dears, most of which had been gifts from the Tribe once he had returned from his journey. Across from the bed on the other side of the fire place lay a desk. The desk was covered in different papers, letters, scrolls, and ink wells. Numerous books lay in piles tall as the ceiling. He sword and about a dozen other weapons rested against the side of the wall.

A painting hung lonely on the exposed wall directly on top of the desk. Zuko and Katara stared at him with smiles plastered across their faces. They looked happy in each other's arms, Sokka hadn't held anyone in his arms in the three years since he had returned to the Tribe. He sometimes held his arms out into the air to specifically feel the absence of touch. It would have been possible to just hold himself across his chest but that would have made him feel even more alone. The last person he wanted to hold was himself.

Most of his ornamental weapons, clothes and apparel were in a locked chest in Hakoda's Chieftain's Cabin back at the Tribe. He had not wanted to surround himself with too many reminders of the past. The painting had been a present, and he never liked being totally alone. Katara smiled at him whenever he needed some company. His sword was the only real item of any value, he never let it out of sight so he had little fear of it being stolen. Plus he deeply cared for the edge on that blade more than any other great items he had been given. If he never saw the chest in Hakoda's Cabin again he wouldn't mind so much.

He had nothing of Aang's in the cabin. This wasn't surprising as Aang never have very many things to begin with. Aang had been buried with his robe, and Zuko had his staff placed in the throne room of the Fire Nation. When Zuko became the Lord of the Fire Nation he had declared Aang a Hero and had commissioned multiple different statues and paintings all across the land. Sokka never liked them very much, and he still only missed his friend, not the 'hero'. He didn't need to have a piece of memorabilia sitting on a pedestal, he had his memories, and that was enough.

Once the Tea had cooled down, Sokka slowly grabbed the cup and put it to his mouth. During Iroh's tenure as Lord of the Fire Nation, he had many private meetings with Sokka. A polymath of sorts Iroh taught Sokka about all things: the state, politics, botany, war, natural sciences, and how to make the best tea in the world. It could warm the ocean to that of a bath, or soothe the hardest of earth benders to liquid. Sokka's tea was never as good, but was still far better than any he had ever had excluding Iroh's tea.

He wondered what Iroh would think of him now. Iroh had hoped Sokka would be one of Zuko's head advisors, a role he had fulfilled for a year. But that was over now. The Northern Tribe had asked him to become their Chieftain once, but that was a long time ago, before Earth Kingdom and the War. Now he just sat alone in his small cabin. Drinking tea, fighting against invisible enemies, and writing, writing so that the world would become a better place.

Whatever Point You Will

The Avatar had come out of nowhere. Found purely by accident by two Southern Water Tribe members, he went on to change the entire world. Defeating the Fire Lord weeks before he was to set the world on fire. The Legend of the Four Journeys of his life, an epic written by the Avatar's companion and wife of Lord Zuko, Katara, depicted his life in four stages. Air, the beginning of his life growing up with the Air Nomads, before being frozen for a half century. Water, the story of how he was found, and how he journeyed from one side of the world to the other to learn Water Bending. Earth, the story of how he journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to learn to bend Earth and how he was present at the conquering of Ba Sing Se. Finally Fire, depicting his journey up the river Nung River, the failure of the Eclipse, the White Lotus Revolution and finally his tragic death.

Lord Zuko, who had commissioned his wife to make the pieces, made them officially part of the Fire Nation Canon. Fire, probably the most orally recited piece throughout the world became common knowledge. The other three books were less discussed, but still present throughout the world. The original hand written copy was placed in the Southern Air Temple, where Aang was buried.

Due to the spoken tradition of the pieces, there were many different discrepancies between geographical places to the details of the story. Katara was known to never leave the palace ever, but would leave every couple of months to say the story, often revealing things that had happened which no one had heard before. Thousands of people would come to hear her speak, begging her to share with them more of the tale.

It is interesting to note the popular view individuals had of Aang from the Fire Nation. In the Earth Kingdom he was viewed as someone who saved them from an attack from the Fire Nation, and little more. The Water Tribes had great respect for him, but viewed him as an equal soldier in their war against the Fire Nation. They would probably view him better if it wasn't due to the battles that continued after he had disposed of Ozai.

How Sokka remembered that adventure was different than the tale. When Aang and the gang started up the Nung River, they intended to only get to the Capital to be ready for the Eclipse. Along the way they came to an especially poor fishing town who was starving from the pollution of the Fire Nation Factories. So outraged, Katara and Aang together destroyed the entire factory and in a feet never seen before, Aang purified the entire river. Soon their escapades started to catch the ears of many people. They came across a village of squatters who were refusing to leave their homes after they had been ordered to evict. Toph built great walls of dirt surrounding the homes and Aang individually created great mud homes for them to live a better life.

Eventually they ended up inadvertently doing one of their smartest moves, which was to befriend Sokka's eventual Master Piandao, who gave them a connection to the White Lotus. A connection that would prove very useful later on.

Once the day of the Eclipse came, the four of them, Toph, Katara, Aang and Sokka believed they were ready to face the kingdom. They stormed from the north hoping to flank the enemy while the Water Tribe Ships and the Mechanist's men stormed from the docks. Their element of surprise was diminished when it seemed as if the soldiers were expecting them. The four of them became separated in a dense residential area.

Aang and Sokka found themselves alone when they were attacked by Azula, Mai and Ty Lee. Flanked by enemies on all sides, with the sun now exposed, they were trapped. They started to fight but it was becoming clear that with Aang's lack of Fire Bending skills, they were outmatched. That is until one point Azula became distracted when Mai was stabbed in the leg by Sokka, Aang was throwing a rock as hard as he could at her, and since she wasn't paying attention to defend herself, it hit her in the face. She fell down to the ground, blood staining the earth. Mai screamed and leapt at Aang, but Sokka stabbed her through her torso when she turned her back on him. She stood there for a second staring at the sword, poking through her bosom, the front of her shirt turning red.

Ty Lee screamed and paralysed Sokka's arms and legs within a second. She leapt at Aang, pushing him away as they continued to fight. Soon it was just Sokka lying on the ground next to Mai's almost dead body. His paralysis made it so that he couldn't move, even as Mai blood started to build up in a pool under him.

Aang finally met up with Katara and they were both able to knock out Ty Lee. Hoping to come back for Sokka they were let down to find him, Mai and Azula surrounded by over a hundred soldiers and Lord Ozai, with full Fire Bending abilities. There was nothing for them to do. They left the city to fight another day, to the Western Air Temple. The battle was lost.

Sokka was put into the worst of jails and tortured for over a week. He would have been put to death right away had they not wanted to know where the avatar was. They burnt off all of the skin on his hands and his feet. Then they forced him to do hard labour, whipping him whenever he fell behind. His back became raw, he started to fear they would started cutting off his fingers. There was a time he started to wish for death, something he would later wish to never do again.

Strangely Zuko started to visit him, telling him to hold in there. He would admit things, that he felt terrible, that Aang was right, but why did they have to kill Mai? She was harmless! Ozai blamed him for Azula's death, Ozai had went mad and was going to set the Earth Kingdom on fire when the comet came. He would ramble about Ty Lee going crazy, she refused to sleep anywhere other than his bed. He was distressed, it was written all over his face. One day he came in there, said that he was sorry and started to cry. It was surreal, but tragic, Sokka would converse about how Zuko needed to help Aang. Sokka was a dead man, but Aang could do something. Death would be sweet with hope.

Right before they were going to start the real torture, believing he really didn't know anything and that they should probably have fun with him before they kill him, something strange happened. A guard came to his cell and unlocked the door. All he did was give Sokka a white lotus, a note and ran off. On the note there was instructions to go to the door of the prison where a carriage carrying both Zuko and Ty Lee was parked. He was to enter the carriage with his head down, not say a word and wait until they were outside of the city.

Once they left the city Ty Lee started to cling onto Sokka. There were to find Aang, and make sure he was prepared. Iroh was going to lead the white lotus to battle against the Ozai in four months, they had to be ready for it or Iroh was going to do it anyway. It took them two weeks to find them, they were lucky Sokka believed Aang and Katara would go to the Western Air Temple. For a hiding spot it was a pretty obvious choice. But, Katara and Aang did want to be found, by at least Sokka and Toph.

When they arrived there it was not well received. Sokka tried to convince Katara and Aang to trust Zuko and Ty Lee but they were not willing to. Aang, realising he needed the fire bending training decided to swallow his pride and be trained by Zuko. Katara was considerably less willing to.

It was only later that Sokka had found out about why. Katara and Zuko had had sex when they were imprisoned during the conquering of the Earth Kingdom. After Zuko had betrayed them and sided with the Fire Nation Katara was heart broken. Since the Eclipse Aang and Katara stepped up their relationship. They were so alone, it pushed them so much closer together. Aang was completed smitten by Katara; the last words he ever said to Sokka in private was "I hope she loves me back equally." Katara had withheld the secret of her relationship with Zuko to Aang, believing he needed to be focused on the Fire Nation, not on who she had laid with before.

The three and a half months they were together in the temple was the only time Sokka remembered being unhappy with Aang and Katara. Excluding the three months Aang was unconscious from Azula's lightning strike. There was such a sense of dread amongst all of them. Also a real sense of mortality. They had killed before, but Azula and Mai, it was directly on purpose, they had been fighting to the death and those two paid for it. Toph was still missing. Sokka was convinced she was dead, she hadn't been captured, and she had not joined them.

It was quiet there, the walls were high. Great pillars were covered in Moss. And they were alone, very alone.

Ty Lee sat on the remains of a pillar. It was cold, as was all of the stone in the temple. The pillar lay against the ground, stretched out against the tiled floor. There was no telling how long ago it had fallen. Could it have been the attack of the Fire Nation? Or maybe it was from before that. It could have died long before the rest of the air benders, but even in its death it was still the only thing left of that time. It cried growth at its tips, whose green danced across the floor as far as they could reach. The painted grey retreated from its invader to the edges of the domain it controlled.

Sokka stood in front of Ty Lee with dedication flowing through his veins. He wore little, barely a cloth covered this torso, the rest had been used as bandages around the areas his skin had been burnt off. He was stiff from the burns, but tried to convince everyone he was just as able as when he was perfectly healthy. This was betrayed from his cries while he slept, and his whimpers when he was alone. No one tried to call him on it, if he needed to be healthy than they were going to treat as if he were.

The space between them was filled with the wind who traveled all along the temple. Wherever one went in the temple they could not escape it. It crept up one's back and gave them shivers. It whispered and whistled while they slept as if to remind them that they are in a haunted place. Haunted by the wind who was no longer held, no longer told how wonderful it was. It was just as alone as they all felt inside themselves, but tried to escape by clinging on to who ever was closest. For the wind, it was all of them, and it was sad.

"Will you teach me?" Sokka asked, his voice cracking during the second word. He hadn't been talking much during the last couple of days. "Maybe just the basics, but it could be useful for us once we fight."

Ty Lee smiled a little, her back arched backwards. "But wouldn't you just replace my usefulness?" She jumped off the pillar onto the ground. Her foot crushing a little piece of moss who had been growing from cracks. It yelled in a crunch as the little conscious life escaped from it. She walked up right in from on Sokka, her heels raised from the ground to give her an equal line of sight. "Plus, how do I know you won't use it against me so you can finally take out Zuko. I'd be a pretty lousy body guard if I taught you exactly how to fight like me. You'd know exactly how to take me down!"

Sokka lightly put both of this bandaged hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her down so that her full soles lied across the floor. "You know we are both on the same side. Ask Zuko, he'd probably say it's a good idea as well. We need to focus our strength on the upcoming battle, not on distrusting each other." He tried to hide the pain he felt touching Ty Lee, but knew he was wincing. The skin had not totally regrown, and was no less sensitive. It was the first time he had touched her, it was soft, worth the pain.

"What if we have legitimate reasons to mistrust each other?" Ty Lee frowned and slowly bowed her head. Her eyes became distant, her pupils grew with memory.

Brushing her arms slightly Sokka retracted his hands from Ty Lee's body. He bowed his head, remembering what she was assuredly recalling. He still dreamed about lying Mai's blood, unable to move. The sound of her throat as she chocked on her blood next to him was no less loud, and no less subtle. He would hear it from distant areas wherever he was. Aang's throw was reckless but effective, his stab had been intentional, savage. He killed her, trying to kill her, without second guessing or thinking of other options.

Inaudible sounds crept out of Sokka's mouth as he tried to console her. He regained his composure and was able to organise his thoughts. "Look I'm sorry, so very sorry. I regret it, it was a mistake."

"It may have been, but maybe it was the right thing to do. We needed to be stopped." Her face's colour started to drain, leaving a porcelain hollow shell, without any emotion to express.

Sokka moved his hands to her sides. "You didn't need to be stopped, you needed to be redirected, even they did, not what they got. No one deserves that." Sokka made promise to himself, one he made every time he and Ty Lee had discussed this. He would never kill again. Whenever she had or would ask to be held, this was all that was present in his mind. He would break this promise, many times.

"We did though, we did bad, bad things." Ty Lee's eyes lite up from the reflection of the diamonds growing in her eyes. Sokka's face changed, she had never come back with this response before. Ty Lee wrapped her arms around Sokka's waist. "We killed people, for information, for little reason. Azula got so into those things, she was scary, the scariest person I ever knew."

"Who did you kill?" Sokka asked, moving his face down so that he was looking into her eyes.

She moved her face away trying to escape his gaze. "I don't fucking know! People, I tried not to remember." She breathed deeply. "We needed information into Ba Sing Se, we needed connections to bad people to pull off the shit we did."

Rubbing his bandaged hand against her cheek Sokka's mind was focused. He asked in a tender tone "What about those girls, you stole their uniforms, you were wearing them when we fought you, at the end."

"Those girl's in the green uniform thing?" She closed her eyes trying to accurately picture the victims. "Only some of them, one died when we first ambushed them. A couple others were defiant and so we made an example of a few."

"What about their leader?"

"I don't know," she immediately replied. Sokka's hearted skipped a beat. "Wait, I remember. After we had immobilised the group, we started to tie them up and dump them face down in a ditch. She was able to over power Mai and jumped at Azula, so I touched her heart."

"Touched her heart?"

She smiled a little. "There are numerous pressure points on the body, touched the right way you can paralyse parts of the body. There is one right over your heart." She moved her hand and pointed towards Sokka's heart. Sokka stopped breathing as her watched her move. "If you tap it three times the right way, it stops." She lightly taped Sokka's heart three times. His eyes started to water.

"How Fitting."

Two days later Ty Lee started to teach Sokka the fighting technique. Three days after that they had sex. Sokka didn't feel anything. Afterwards he climbed to the top of the temple. Completely nude he laid down on the cold stone roof. He stared up at the full moon, his breathing slowed. He wondered how many more people he loved was he going to lose.

Sokka's hands healed slowly, but were functional when it came time for Iroh's plan. They gathered up their things, gave farewells to the walls. The wind waved them goodbye, silently whistling its tears. Appa was armoured up and saddled with all the items they thought would be necessary for the upcoming battle. When they were prepared both mentally and physically, they leapt into the air. The future in their sights.

They met up with Piandao at his estate. He had assembled a small militia of former students and soldiers loyal to him. The influence he controlled in the area was enough for no one to become suspicious of the assembly. A total of one hundred, they cheered when Appa appeared in the sky. Aang was an asset, no only in his bending abilities, but his ability to create hope in the hearts of those who followed him.

Piandao's job was to secure the areas surrounding the east of the capital. It was to make sure little communication could leave the city, limiting the chance of reinforcements. If some how reinforcements were able to hear about the coup, Piandao was to engage them until Ozai was disposed of. Once Ozai was killed, and the next Fire Lord chosen, there would be no reason to continue fighting. Ozai was someone to die for as long as he had control of the law. Otherwise no soldier was loyal enough, especially outside of the capital to fight to the death for him. Or at least that was what they were hoping was going to be the case.

Sokka was put in control of a small group of men. His superior was an old student of Piandao's who was to focus on the south of the east. The student, Zui, was in also in charge of making sure there was communication between Piandao's force, and the force who were taking control of the South. The Great Miner Hayao's responsibility was the south. Sokka's men were to bridge the main force of Piandao and Zui men on the southern edge. It made him feel useless that he did not have a larger role, but he was only a kid, and these men had been fighting their whole lives.

The plan was that Iroh, with his allies, and two White Lotus members with their forces, were to destroy the royal prison tower, where Iroh was being held. This was to distract the guards. Once their attention was elsewhere, Earth Kingdom forces along with what was left of the Water Tribe ships after the eclipse were to break through the sea blockade and storm the harbour. At this point three White Lotus members with as many men as they could amass were to surround the capital and block off communication with the rest of the nation. Aang, Katara and Zuko were to drop from the sky with Appa, and land on the castle. Zuko, who had the most knowledge of the area was to direct them to the throne room. There they would confront Ozai. Most of the Royal guard were to hopefully be focusing on Iroh who at this point would be leading his force towards the castle.

Most of the Fire Nation army was to be North. In preparation for the comet, they were constructing giant air ships. Ozai was generally always with them overseeing the building, but had to be in the capital for the day due to his signing a royal proclamation on the rebuilding of factories on the south coast.

Piandao's force moved towards their position. Aang, and Sokka spent time together in private. Aang was unhappy Sokka was not to go along with him. They were such close friends, they started the journey together, but they were not going to finish it. It made sense though, and both of them knew it. Sokka would not be much help if they were to storm the castle. Their elite benders could take him out in a seconds notice. Even if he could, his hands were not completely healed, his palm still blend if he held his sword for too long. If he went he would go to his death, or cause all of the rest the them to die.

Aang talked about Katara. He was scared when she decided to come with him. The last he wanted was for her to be hurt. It almost seemed as if he was more frightened by this than Ozai. The two of them had been sleeping together every night, he talked about how sweet her sweat smelled rubbed against him. He was a fool in love if there ever was one.

When they arrived at the cave Piandao's force would be hiding in Sokka said farewell to Aang. Zui's force was moving south to be in a better position when the attack started. It was going to begin two hours before sunrise, the sun had just gone down, they were not going to have much time. Sokka hugged Aang and told him he'd meet him at the other side. Aang smiled and patted him on the back.

Katara kissed him on the cheek, and he swore to her he would not die. There was nothing he would rather not do. There was a silence as Zuko walked up to him. Putting his palm on Sokka's shoulder he said that he was proud they were fighting together on the same side. Sokka shook his hand, and told him how there was no one else he would rather leave Aang and his sister with. Let honour bless both of them. Ty Lee kissed him on the cheek, and said goodbye for the final time.

Ty Lee's responsibility was to move between the different fronts giving information. Her previous high standing in the army was believed to make her movements through the enemy lines easier. The enemy would not be surprised to see her running from one side to the other, or acting on her own, as she was pretty independent under Azula's command. She had volunteered for the role before it was even suggested.

Sokka never saw her again after that night. He heard about her performing her duty amazingly. Most fronts were aware of the other due to her quick feet. But then at some point she stopped. No one knows what happened to her. Sokka asked every man he could but no one knew anything. He even one night went looking through the streets for a corpse but didn't find anything. She died that day though, there is no questioning it, he just wished he knew how. A couple weeks later, at the cave, he built a small plaque in her memory and unchallenged bravery.

Sokka left with Zui, it was quiet. Most of the way it was hills and winding paths. It seemed unlikely they were going to be able to stop reinforcements from entering the city if they came with any kind of a sizeable force. They were only a few of them, but so much land to cover. They could do it though. Sokka had been preparing for this event throughout the last two years they had been traveling. It seemed almost forever ago when Aang had met Katara and him. He missed those days.

When the battle started, they could hear shouts down in the city. They spread out in a chain on pieces of higher ground. Looking for any form of communication leaving the city. It was mostly quiet. Sokka started to become more and more anxious for something to happen, yet at the same time dreading what was to occur. It felt terrible.

After a few minutes Sokka and his men regrouped on the hill Sokka was sitting. He was about to send one of his men to tell Piandao nothing was occuring to the south east, but then one of the people from Zui's main ground was seen running towards them. The man was out of breath when he came to the top of the hill. He put his hands on his knees, trying to find his voice to tell them what he had come to tell them.

Apparently, a ship had seen their forces about to attack the harbour. The ship sailed to a southern town and told them about it. They were able to assemble a group of fifty soldiers, and were marching north to the city. Great Miner Hayao's force was about to engage them. Zui was needed in his position but wanted to send as many men as was available to help out Great Miner Hayao. Sokka instantly told one of the men to run to Piandao to tell him of the situation. After the man was off, Sokka declared one of his men, the second in command, was now in charge. He was going to help out Great Miner Hayao. A few of his men agreed to go with them, and at that they ran as fast as they could to join them.

When they arrived, Great Miner Hayao's force was becoming overcome by the group. Sokka's small group came from behind and started to flank the soldiers. It was the second time Sokka's sword became bathed in the blood of his enemies. He lost awareness of his surroundings, defeating this group become important. Even though it was a minor group of soldiers, who would barely affect the battle in the city, it was the reason he wasn't with Aang; this was why he needed to stay away, for this reason.

Once last of the soldiers surrendered, Sokka's hands were dripping of blood. The skin was rubbed away from the small skirmish. There were only about thirty of Great Miner Hayao's group of seventy left. Great Miner Hayao's body was lane on a long flat rock. He looked contempt, not something Sokka would have expected from a man who was killed in battle. Maybe it was because it was the first time he had done something he truly believed was right.

The group desperately needed a leader, as many of the different groups of Great Miner Hayao's total militia started to arrive to help in the already finished battle. Soon close to a hundred men assembled. Most of them had stayed in their positions during the fight in case another group was going to try to go around the battle directly to the city. Sokka, without knowing any better, started to take control. He spread them out again, evenly, telling them they needed to stay focused, there was no telling whether or not that was going to be the last battle or not. Men twice Sokka's age followed his command without even second guessing him.

They were beyond lucky only such a small group had come, Sokka knew this. He started to discuss with the leaders of the groups from the edges of south. If the force was too large, they were to scream as loud as they could, to warn everyone else. Then they were to run away, distract them, make their focus away from the city. They were really fighting against time, not men. If they could just delay a serious force entering the city before Aang defeated Ozai, that's all they needed. The other leaders agreed and left out to the parts they were to watch.

Sokka shoulders became heavy as he waited for the next alarm. The sun had risen at least an hour before. Why was it taking them this long? It should have only taken a couple of minutes? Then he saw a man running at him. The man was waving his hands in the air. Sokka sheathed his sword, thinking quickly about how they could fight the next group.

The man came right up to Sokka, within a foot or two. Before Sokka knew what was going on the man hugged Sokka as hard as the man probably could. Ozai had been defeated. Apparently it happened pretty early in the battle, but they had trouble completely taking control of the city. But now it was over, Iroh was the new Fire Lord. The battle was over. The war was over.

Sokka assembled his men, they toasted to their good luck. They paid respect to Great Miner Hayao, put him on a stretcher and carried him down to the city. The rest of the dead would be dealt with at another time.

In the city square, as each of the members of the White Lotus came, great cheers erupted from the crowds. Iroh, wearing the crown of the Fire Lord stood at the top of the square in front of the castle. As each member came Iroh would announce their name, and thanked them personally. Afterwards they would join Iron at the front. Aang stood to his right, and Zuko to his left. There was much merriment.

When Sokka entered the square, his men carrying the flag of Great Miner Hayao, Iroh greeted the Great Miner Hayao. After seeing the Great Miner dead on the stretcher, his expression turned to one of mourning. They would remember him as a man who fought for what he believed and was never afraid.

Sokka walked up to the front to rejoin his friends. He was shocked to find not only Katara hiding in the back, but Toph as well. He had believed her dead from the eclipse. He hugged her deeper than anyone he'd ever hugged in his life. Ty Lee's absence was noted, but the others guessed she was somewhere around.

The ceremony continued until all of the White Lotus joined the square. Afterwards Sokka, Zuko, Aang, Katara and Toph went into one of the ceremonial rooms of the castle and celebrated. They talked about the past and all the crazy adventures they had partaken on to get here.

Toph described how she was surrounded by over a hundred guards during the eclipse. So she ran through the slums to find a way to escape. Finally she met up with a couple of Water Tribe Men. When the attack on the harbour had failed the ships had sailed away under Hakoda's orders, but a couple of men were still in the city. They all regrouped and hid in an empty house. The next morning they traveled south, out of the city. Eventually they came to a small village with a boat for sale. They purchased it and sailed towards the island the Tribe ships were probably hiding. It took them a couple of days but they finally found Hakoda's men. Toph convinced them to send out a group to find Aang, but before the group left, a messenger from Iroh, who knew where they were from Sokka's information, told them about the plan of the White Lotus Revolution. Knowing their position had been compromised they left the island and decided to get ready for the revolution. They also decided not to look for Aang, in case they lead the Fire Nation to him.

During the night at one point a guard walked into the room. He asked Sokka to come with him. Sokka followed him into the throne room. In the throne room was Iroh and all of the members of the White Lotus in full ceremonial garb. Sokka was asked to kneel before Iroh. Due to his bravery and leadership during the battle, as well as his continual help of the Avatar to defeat Ozai over the last two years, Sokka was officially invited to join the White Lotus, becoming the youngest member at that time by twenty years. The rest of the night he stayed with them as they had a meeting about what it meant now that they had control over the Nation, and what were they going to do or change.

The next morning he ate breakfast with all of the White Lotus, as well as Aang who had been invited grace them with his presence. Afterwards he and Aang met up with Katara. The three of them walked around the streets discussing the start of their adventure. How excited they were to come back to the Southern Tribe. How amazed they'd all be that they actually completed their mission.

Then without warning an arrow shot Aang in the neck.

Blood started to fly out of his throat, staining Sokka's face. Katara screamed as Aang fell slowly to the ground. Katara tried to heal the wound, her tears mixing with the blood flowing out of him, but it was no use.

Sokka stood there, shock on his face, red blood drying on his skin. He couldn't move, he couldn't believe what just happened. And he never was able to.

End of Chapter 1: Aang and the White Lotus Revolution

Author's Notes-

Well I hope you enjoyed the first Chapter. This is a rewrite of a story I had written two years ago. I'm pleased with the outcome. It's closer to what I had originally intended the story to be.

The story is a continuation, but also a retelling of the Avatar story. A general rule of thumb while reading would be to assume nothing's the same. Only the details of what I give are what is important and what happened. Everything else from the show may have happened, but there is no guarantee.

The characters of Great Miner Hayao and Zui are both characters I created. I will try not to use many original characters, but in certain circumstances I believe new characters must be made for the story to make sense. Mostly characters with political positions will be created, for there are few in the show.

I do not edit my work very much. I only write for fun when I'm bored, and am not very interested in trying to find every small mistake. That is why there are some pretty obvious spelling mistakes and things. If someone would like to be a proof reader, feel free to ask. Otherwise you're just going to have to live with it.

If you have any questions, I will address them in the next Author's Notes.