Frosted Flames:2
I don't own Avatar: T.L.A., I am just playing with another's creation to meet my amusement.
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The first wasn't a real name, The 'Dragon of the west' a man who Sokka had heard about from listening to one of the men report what he had heard from the merchants, a man who was able to breach the outer wall of Bai-Sing-Sa and also killed the last dragon. The next was a name, Ozai, Sokka knew he was the new Fire Lord. And lastly the old Fire Lord Sozin, the man who killed the last Avatar.
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Story Start
-Flashback-
He read over the first and largest of the red journals over again, not really able to comprehend the views of his father during the time he wrote the entrees. To him the Fire Nation was doing no wrong, the concurring if the other nations were seen as the only way to peace and those who resisted were those who wanted to destroy the stability that only the Fire Nation could give to the Elemental Nations as a whole.
It was almost disgusting to Sokka, he could practically feel his father's pride in killing others through the written words; but Sokka couldn't find anything to be proud of. The last entry of the first journal was a detailed description of his father and two other benders taking out an Earth Kingdom refugee camp because a drunk farmer had said there was an Earth Bender there that was just about dead hiding away in it. They didn't even give any non-benders a chance to run. They laid oil around the camp and lit it so no one could get out and so that it could be pushed in, trapping the refugees and forcing them all to die slowly as the flames not only burned away at their flesh but robbing the air around them to fuel the fire.
That was the day Sokka decided he would never call that man his father if he ever saw him again. It was that day that Sokka realized he could fight the Fire Nation as the ice underneath him warmed but didn't melt. The man who he could no longer call father had proven useful, "I'll beat back the Fire Nation with their own namesake." Sokka decided as he watched the blue flames grow and dance around him.
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Sokka glared down at his younger sister, Katara, his bindings over his eyes having been removed not long ago. She stared up at him, her brown eyes all watery with unshed tears, around her the snow was spotted with red along with most her clothes. His mother had demanded he take her fishing with him, to spend quality time with his sister, and how he was a horrible older brother for never making time for her. He had argued that she was to young to go out with him, pointing out that Katara didn't know the first thing about hunting, and she would more then likely hurt herself or get him killed. His mother slapped him for saying such a thing, but Sokka knew it was a bad idea to bring his sister along.
He honestly loved his little sister, she was a exact replica of his mother; and shared no similarities with their father, a face he was forced to see every time he saw his reflection; but he wasn't in a position to spend time with ether his sister or his mother. With all the children that were born after the men left surplus foods that should have lasted them nearly two years had vanished in less then half the time. Even with all the stillborns and mothers that died in birthing gone there still wasn't enough food, furs, or bone to build with. Sure there were women in the tribe that could hunt, sadly most had been died in the birthing, and every so often one would die while hunting only to be found by Sokka and some of the other female hunters after not turning up in the tribe the next day.
But none of that mattered now, what's done was done and trying to relive the facts didn't to anything to help. His Whole left side was numb, wether from the cold are rushing through the ripped and torn furs that was once his hunting gear, or the blood loss he didn't know. "Go." Sokka ordered his little sister, who only blinked up at him. "Get Saio, Now!" her eyes went wide in fear before she took off running towards the tribe, but he didn't have time to watch her run all the way, the angry growls of the Polar-Bear-Dogs behind him forced him to turn towards them.
One of the younger Polar Bear Dogs tried to make a rush by him for his sister but in it's inexperience with humans it made the mistake of coming to close to Sokka, thinking that Sokka's mess of an arm would make it impossible to stop him. Luckily for the beast it's death was quick thanks to the near molten knife blade that easily cut through it's thick hide and bone, destroying it's brain. Four were down, two dead another getting there, and the last one too young to fight; only three left.
They were spread out in a half arch tensed and ready to spring. The pack leader, the eldest of the three growled towards the mate at the center who broke off from the arch and scooped the pup by the scruff of it's neck before running the opposite direction of Sokka. A feeling of dread over took him, Polar bear Dogs only left a target if the if was about to die and not worth eating, or to get more help. Sokka was still able to take the beasts on and do some damage so it wasn't the first option, so he was wrong in assuming the male was the alpha male, and if the Polar bear Dog got away he would be screwed.
Shifting his feet slightly Sokka pulled his right arm back as the two Polar bear Dogs crouched he sent it soaring through the air. The female that had stayed to fight him jumped strait up in an attempt to grab the spear in it's jaw as the male lunged forwards at him. Moving with the momentum of his throw Sokka rolled under the male and shot towards to female who was just recovering from her landing, her jaw having snapped shut on nothing.
The molten knife flew from his hand across the beast's neck, slitting it open as her back legs touched ground. As she fully collapsed, her body convulsing in a desperate attempt to breath. Jumping around the dying animal Sokka lunged for his knife as it melted into an outcrop of rock that rose from the snow but sharp teeth dug into his leg and flung him away. As he soared through the air he knew that he only had one opportunity left to stay alive, an option he had since the beginning of the attack but thought it to dangerous to use so close to the village.
Sokka rolled as he hit snow before adjusting himself so he could crouch to face the last beast. Taking a deep breath Sokka searched himself for his power as the Polar Bear Dog lunged forward, it's jaw open, teeth ready to tear into him. But it was all for not as blue flames erupted from Sokka's mouth, entering the rage filled Beast's mouth as it burned away both inside and out. Bring his head down quickly Sokka used the last of his breath to melt away the snow and ice that was before him, and the burning Polar Bear Dog fell right through. The quick cold winds quickly pushing away any smell the burning carcus would have left behind and the fast water curents had washed the Polar Bear Dog away and was already refreezing the hole over.
Looking around Sokka didn't see anyone, not even the Tribe's smoke from the fires, he knew his secret was safe for a little while longer. Standing strate Sokka cracked his back and tried to stretch, but a wave of vertigo and exhaustion washed over him and he fell backwards. His ass hit the cold snow, the large tare up his leg letting the snow and cold in. His back however hit something warmish, but He could feel something sticky and warm slide down his back as he fell back further. Hit head bashed against a wooden pole and he instantly knew where he was.
He had been thrown over the bank, behind him was the corpse of the female he had killed with his spear. Slowly turning Sokka saw the small cub it had been carrying, the same cud his sister had tried to pet, it was free of the females jaw but hadn't wandered far. It sat beside the females neck, pawing at it while making a whining sound. Judging by how it was shivering slightly it's own fur mustn't have been thick enough yet, probably only two weeks old and it would die out here in the snow. An idea struck him as an old memory from elder Paku's stories of how great hunters would have a Polar Bear Dog as their mound, there had even been a division of them before the Fire Nation's first attack, from what Paku said they were the only reason there was even a Southern Water Tribe still around.
Picking the pup up it gave a yip of surprise as Sokka raised it to his face. "Here's the deal, you help me and you live a pampered life." he started of and the pup tilted it's head to the side, it's tail giving a little wag "Or I leave you out here for some things taste snack." The pup gave a yip before it began to struggle, "Option A it is then." he muttered before dropping the pup into his torn up hunting clothes, the front opened just enough for the pup to slip inside.
Sokka never did see the huntresses approaching him five minutes later. He never felt the pain from his wounds as he and the pup were carried back to the tribe. He didn't even head the cries of his sister and mother when he was brought into the tribe. He was out like a light, exhaustion and blood loss finally taking it's tole after his adrenaline left him.