It's an act of desperation. They need to accept me. I need to do this. So I raise my hands in surrender. But even so I'm honestly surprized when Katara takes me up on it, as well does the rest of the group.
The first thing I notice is the ring and scrape of ice forming around my wrists. Then I feel the sting of the cool. I'm confused and out of it. When I finally zone back in I realze they are talking in a group...it seems like they are trying to get a hold of whats going on. When I hear Sokka prepose my actions all part of an elaborate trap I speak up.
"I swear it isn't" I say again. I only get sour looks. After a couple of minuets of bickering and silence Toph, the young but powerful Earthbender seems to take charge.
Next thing I know is the ice around my hands is gone and replaced with rock, bounding my hands together even tighter. Then the watertribe siblings come and get me off the ground, and lead me to follow the Avatar and Toph into the Air Nomads many twists and turns.
Niether of them speaks to me and I don't question anything in return. At one point I hear the Avatar yell out but his words are incoherant, echoing off the many walls. Even so I sense the rush Katara and Sokka ease into.
Arriving in the middle of a conversation between Toph and the Avatar, I'm pushed into a small room. There aren't any windows or even a door and I question how they are going to keep me prisoner here.
I hear a demand to go against the wall and still slightly shocked I comply. Then earth drops from my wrists and then grows out again, hugging my hands to the wall. Before I can even say anything the empty doodway grows into its own wall. Sealing me into a dark bare room.
After a few moments I am able to calm down and process what just happened, it seeming like a weird dream. Thinking to myself I ask what happens now? They have every right not to trust me but somehow I was still hoping they would. In the dark, unable to firebend with my hands, I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head downward on them.
All I can do is sit amd wait I guess. But sitting and waiting also means thinking. Thinking about everything. What I'm doing and what I've done. And about my uncle. My uncle...I wonder where he is and what he is doing.. If he will ever forgive me. So many questions are forced through me I actually feel tears form in my eyes. Then they fall down my face. The next thing I know for certain is I'm crying locked in cell wondering if anybody will ever forgive me.