Hey! The first part of my 10-part drabble set. Here are drabbles 1-10.

Comments:

1. Interesting how their home lives compare.

2. Awww, sweet… Bittersweet. (contains Yuokka)

3. Two definitions of 'light'.

4. Ah, the great equalizer.

5. Zuzu just wants his mommy. xD

6. Mai... so interesting to me. (contains Maiko)

7. Sniff. I wish he hadn't died.

8. Ahahaha, can't you totally picture this one? (contains Tokka)

9. Zuko's moral dilemma… immensely fascinating to me.

10. Sokka, the protector. This was when the Fire Nation raided their village and killed their mom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. If I did, all of these would be canon instead of just fanon.

001. Introduction

"So, you're Iroh's nephew who's been chasing after Aang so that your daddy, who exiled you in the first place, will accept you home."

"So, you're the blind earthbender who ran away from home so you could get a taste of life outside your house's walls."

"Nice to meet you. The name's Toph."

"...Zuko."

002. Love

Sokka was sure his hands had never been more cut up.

Not even the time when he was training with his boomerang, and kept accidentally grasping the sharpened edge.

But all the cuts, all the stinging and the bleeding and the countless bandages were more than made up for by the warmth in his heart when he gave Yue the fish carving.

003. Light

Aang was the light in a dark, dreary, hopeless world. He gave people their dreams for an easy, free life back. He gave them hope for a better tomorrow. He showed them that there was still good in the world.

But there was nothing that darkened hearts more than when his tattoos and eyes began to glow.

004. Dark

Toph preferred night time. Not for the climate, or the fact that everyone shut up and stopped moving, but because of the fact that it was dark. It almost put her on a level playing field with everyone else, and in the darkness, she wasn't blind.

005. Seeking Solace

In some part of his mind, Zuko knew that it wasn't really his return home that he wanted back. He knew it wasn't his father's approval. He knew it wasn't the glamour and finery of the Fire Nation Court. He DEFINITELY knew it wasn't the courtiers.

Somewhere, deep down in the depths of his heart, he knew that all he wanted was to sit with his mother by the turtle-duck pond, with her warm, loving arm wrapped around him, feeling as if nothing could go wrong, and all was well in the world.

006. Break Away

Mai had always wondered which would be the first to leave the group.

Back when they were younger, at the Royal Fire Academy for Girls, they didn't think of such things. The three naive girls thought they'd be together forever. Then, Ty Lee left for the circus, and the threesome was broken up, seemingly for good.

When Azula showed up in Omashu (or New Ozai, whichever you preferred), Mai had a glimmer of hope that the trio would be together forever, for good this time.

As soon as she saw Zuko's scarred face enter alongside Azula, downcast and guilty, she knew she would be the one to break away.

007. Heaven

There had to be a heaven. There just had to be. For people like Jet. Brave souls... honest souls... Alright, maybe not HONEST, but he was well-intentioned. His vitality, his spark, his LIFE, couldn't have just disappeared into nothingness. He couldn't have just faded away. It wasn't possible. He could never fade away... He was their leader.

008. Innocence

Toph's innocence to the world, particularly to boys and romance, drove Katara crazy.

"Sokka, would you stop touching my hair?!"

"I don't get it. All I said is that he smelled like a wet moose-lion."

"If you don't want to get hit in the face by a boulder, then get out of my way while I'm practicing!"

"You don't need me to help you buy a head of lettuce."

"Sokka, drink your own water, I'm fine!"

"Would you stop jumping in my way every time Aang attacks me? We're SPARRING."

009. Drive

"The people of Fire Nation have desire and will, and the energy and drive to achieve what they want."

Zuko sighed. "Then why do I feel so lost?"

010. Breathe Again

Sokka gripped his quivering younger sister to his chest, not daring to let his breath escape his lungs. The air was still. Snow crunched only a few meters away, and he knew by the metallic shifting that it was a Fire Nation soldier.

He tightened his short arms around her, squeezing his eyes shut as tears threatened to escape. He waited, listening with all his being to the sound of the crunching snow.

He had a small knife, only good for gutting fish and carving wood, in his belt, and he slowly shifted a hand to grip it's handle, praying to all the spirits out there that the soldier would just move on.

He heard the crunching footsteps slowly fade away into the silence, and it was another half a day before he allowed himself to breathe again.

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