A/N: So. I have finally started my own drabble series. 'Cause they're so popular and everything. xD
Basically, the plot is based off the ideas and theories addressed in my one-shot Broken Spirit. Add a dash of Zutara, some inspiration from Rashaka's The Night Has Come To Hold Us Young, and the ceaseless rainfall that won't end until Thursday, and mix it all up to get something like this.
The drabbles will be released in sets of three: the first drabble, part one, is centric around the regular world; the second drabble of the set, part two, will center around Sokka and/or Katara; and the third drabble of the set, part three, will be Zuko-centric. So. Yeah. Um. Word.
BTW, I don't own Avatar.
Set One: Resound
Part One: Mourning
The gong rings loud and clear, and all present are silent, listening to the reverberations. Once, it sounds; twice, it sounds; thrice, it sounds. One loud, echoing noise for each of the three seasons leading up to the end of the war. One loud, echoing sound for each of the remaining Nations. One loud, echoing vibration for each of the deceased's last words: "The Spirit's broken."
"Avatar Aang," says the solemn Fire Sage, "Foster son of Monk Gyatso, now passed; foster son of Chief Hakoda, now passed; foster brother of Sokka, Chief of the Southern Tribe; foster brother of Katara of the Southern Tribe; beloved of Toph the Blind, now passed.
"You ended a war, and with it, a Nation. We mourn not only your loss, but the loss of the Air Nation as well. We mourn the loss of the Avatar Spirit: you were the first, you were the last."
The gong resounds once more, and the body of the Avatar burns, but the light the fire gives off is magnificent.
