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The ocean lapped softly, over and under, in a repetitive dance, as it splashed into the pebbles at the shore.
Sokka stood at there, staring quietly into the water. The sun was weakly shining into the horizon and the sun would soon rise within the hour. And though the water tribe boy had never been a morning person, he needed alone time; the only time for that was early morning. He would never admit it –even to himself –but the water, being his own element, calmed him and gave him peace – it gave him the perfect mentality to just sit and think.
He shivered as he looked upon the cold water which warmly greeted the Fire Nation shore. The palace stood gallantly in the background but Sokka was trying to ignore it. He was trying to forget how everything changed during the last battle of the war.
"Katara watch out!" cried two boys who were gallantly fighting the fire nation army. The girl in question looked up to see the walls of one side of the Fire Palace come crashing down. It was too late. Soon piles of debris suffocated Katara and at least twenty other fire benders under the weight of the wreckage.
The battle continued despite the casualties.
Both boys hid their tears and feelings of panic as they tried to defeat their opponent as fast as they could. Aang was first, sending a tornado into his opponent and sending him away. The young, now thirteen year old, boy ran to the pile of rocks that hid his long loved friend.
"Katara hold on! I'm going to help!" The Avatar was not a master Earth bender, but he knew he could move the pile of rocks with what knowledge he possessed of the Earth bending art.
Sokka defeated his opponent second, slashing the fire bender through the stomach with his boomerang. Normally the boy would feel queasy at fatally wounding another man, but considering the circumstances, his only thoughts were on his sister who lay hurt, or even worse. Sokka ran over to the Avatar just as Aang was starting to lift the rocks. He lifted the rocks high and threw them carefully into a group of fire benders. The screams of their agony could be heard as the victims of Aang's worry crashed over the fire benders in the form of a ruined wall.
Fire benders were now crowding around Sokka and Aang who looked, distraught, at the scene before them. Katara lay unconscious, her body snapped into different angles. Both boys could see from where they stood that the young water bender had broken her arms, her hip and both leg bones by the way her legs and arms were angled; the human body was not supposed to bend those ways. It was a miracle that she was still breathing. The other victims, fire benders fallen around Katara fared no better.
Fast forward a couple hours. The victory was theirs, but none of the gAang was in the mood to celebrate. All four stood in the hallway, waiting to hear from the doctors. Zuko, bandaged around his head where he had been clipped with a lightening strike from his late sister Azula, stood in thought. He would have not survived the attack had it not been for Toph, who grabbed his fingers and channeled the strike into the ground. Toph stood arms stood next to Zuko in the hallway, in a victorious pose despite her black eyes. Sokka and Aang stood physically fine, but mentally in turmoil.
Katara faired worst of all.
Sokka's memories flooded him. The doctor telling them that Katara would probably not be able to walk again. His young sister falling on the floor again and again as she tried stubbornly to walk. Her sobs as she realized she would be on bed rest forever. And a feeling of depression that fell over all of the people who loved Katara, despite the world being set rightfully in balance. To Katara and her friends, the price of the world's balance was high, maybe even too high.
The cold water on his bare toes awoke Sokka from his memories. The boy let one tear drop before setting his jaw, bringing a stubborn gleam in his eye. He sheathed his boomerang and stood tall before walking back to the palace. He could not show weakness, he was supposed to be the lighthearted one.
