Title: Time To End This War
Word Count: 211
Warning: None
Note: This drabble was written the theavatar100 live journal community.
Sokka looked down at the men dressed in Fire Nation colors. Even if you could not tell at this distance that most of the red of their amour was the result of rust, their poor formation gave them away. For every army trained solider, there were at least untrained recruited civilians. Of course, Sokka reasoned, men fueled by ideals rather than wages were dangerous. It would be best not to underestimate them.
"Are you prepared to become a hero, peasant?" Sokka looked up at the fire nation prince, dressed in amour that gleamed in the sun and nearly blinded Sokka.
This wasn't at all how Sokka had pictured the end. He'd always thought he'd be with his sister and Aang or, at least, with his own people. But Aang and Katara had gone on without him and there was no one but Fire Nation for a hundred miles.
Sokka gave Zuko's men one more glance and rose from his crouch.
"Ready, my prince," the honorary title was dipped in sarcasm and delivered with half smirk. Fight side by side a fire nation prince, he may, but Sokka was still a water tribesman and never tired of getting under his blood brother's skin, "I think this war has gone on long enough."