Sorry I haven't updated this story in awhile especially after I said I was planning on putting up a new chapter every week. What can I say? Life hit me. In any case here is the next chapter. I wrote this fanfic collaboritvely. The idea of Avatar AU belongs to rufftoon. Avatar belongs to Viacom and Bryke.
She sighed as she placed her ragged hands upon the cold, unforgiving metal. One more time. She just had to do this, had to. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the minuscule amounts of earth contained within her small cell.
I can do this. She slowly tried to close her open hands into a fist, bringing metal with her fingers. Come on…
Quick footsteps approached her room. Silently, she walked over to her lowly straw mattress and sat down as the footsteps nonchalantly passed her room. The guards couldn't know what she was attempting.
As if it mattered anyway. The young woman huffed quietly. For her, hope was a small trinket that had been stolen years ago, a privilege. Now, it's all about survival. She gingerly placed a hand on the scar that defiled her neck. Survival. Hope was useless.
Toph replayed the day of the end of her life. It was like an infinite nightmare that she wanted to desperately wish away. Why didn't she just act like the frail little blind girl she was? It could have saved her life. It could have saved theirs.
A smile of triumph. A threat extinguished. Two unmoving bodies.
She closed her eyes. "No," Toph whispered out loud to no one in particular. "No." What was the point? They should have killed her too. Lying on her back, she tried to calm herself by trying to focus on a delicate lullaby. A weak older lady often sang softly in the prison cell next door. Her voice was so beautiful, it kept Toph sane. That lady doesn't know how important she is to me.
Peacefully, Toph drifted into a dreamless rest.
