A month after the attack, and the mourning was over. It was time to fight back. The men prepared to leave their village behind to travel to the Earth Kingdom. It was time to end this long war and finally give peace to the world. It was the right thing to do, but sometimes a child can't comprehend the right thing.
He didn't understand. Their village had suffered so much pain and loss and now he was going to loose his father too. He had just lost his mother, what would he do parentless? His sister was broken for the time. He was doing his best to light up her eyes again, but who would light his?
He tried to go with them. He wanted to fight and protect his family too. But his father explained to him he was needed most here with his sister. He cried then, more than he ever did before. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. But all of the world's pain suddenly came out through his tears. He was loosing everything.
When the water fleet left he stood on the shore watching them fade into the mist. And at that moment he couldn't have hated the fire nation more. They did this to him, they started the war, they took his mother, they're taking his father, and they left him here completely useless.
He turned away from the mist only to see his little sister staring up at him with hopeful blue eyes. And those eyes told him exactly what he had to do. He needed to protect her, and save her from the world's pain. She was so fragile and had already broken. He needed to put back the pieces. She was his hope now, the hope that he could do something.
As they both grew older he soon found that he couldn't protect her from everything. What he couldn't save her from he hated. He couldn't save her from the world once it caught up with her. It was the harsh reality of the war and the death. But deep inside she already knew of it, and he knew also. But he wasn't just going to leave her, like everyone else left him.
