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"In the darkest of times… hope is something we give ourselves."
Hope. What a subtle, yet powerful word. As a world is thrown into a dark age, hope always can shed its light.
The world felt like a shattered piece of glass, separated from all the others. Tormented ruin scattered the land. No one felt the drive to hope any longer. Yet, deep within a metal cell, hope suddenly lit the candle…
Memories started to flood this prison hold. The thoughts no longer could wait their turn to escape. Iroh's mind remembered. Sokka sat unmoving. What happened to these strong fighters? Why did they let their hearts fill with sadness and loss? The answer- one could find so carefully. No one was there to make their eyes shine once more. No one was there to comfort them.
Alone and afraid; that is what they both were. They lost the glow in their eyes, no longer dreaming of a war-free world. Their dreams would no longer come true; at least, that's what they believed.
As Sokka sat in the corner of the cell, he reminisced all of his past happenings. He saw his sister, Katara, Aang and Toph. He saw Appa and Momo, Iroh, Zuko, Hakoda his father. Farther along, he saw his mother. Sokka no longer had hope to light up his dampened heart. He just wanted to remember all of those glorious times to make him loose his misery.
Down and down, tear by tear, nothing could get them out of there. Memories kept flashing them by, the grayness enveloped both their hearts. But as the past repeated itself over and over in their delicate minds, they felt an extra feeling.
Up in the sky they all looked down. The blue tinge of the atmosphere hid their faces as cotton-white clouds passed them by. They knew they had failed, but what better was it than gaining? Azure, sparkling gray, golden yellow and tinted green eyes pointed downward and filled the message of glowing justice into the heart of a tired soul. Just when the blue eyes of a young, defeated warrior flicker open, they left it there to be told.
Iroh remembered Zuko very clearly, but when he saw Sokka open his eyes, he knew exactly what to say. For he felt echoing memorandums brighten up his heart and lift his soul. He turned over to his side and placed a frail old hand on the boy's shoulder.
"There is something that I used to tell my nephew, it helped us through hard times, to remember to keep on pushing forward with all of your might, even when all seemed lost."
"In the darkest of times… hope is something we give ourselves."
All was plain and clear. Like there was a great ringing in his ear. Sokka slightly smiled a little smile, letting himself take this all in. On that moment fourth, he placed his heart in the hands of hope, the two that were once great had given their selves hope again. Nothing could tear this apart from their spirit. They knew that through the reigning darkness, light would always be known. The memories from the past became their greatest weapons as they dreamed of the warless world.
When darkness turns to light, you know when to stand and fight.
When darkness turns to light, hope never looses sight.