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Chapter ten

"I need to get back to Katara," Sokka said behind her. His voice was urgent but it was muffled under the pounding in her chest. Suki played the words over and over again in her ears, re-imagining all the past horrors the White Wolves have caused her home, all the people they took and never returned again. Tears bit her eyes and she clenched her hands so tightly, her fingernails were cutting into the skin of her palm.

A hand slapped on her shoulder, and in a swift motion, she reached over to grab it, pulling them over her shoulder and onto the ground. She straddled their back and held their arm in an unnatural position.

"What the hell? Stop!" A familiar voice shattered through her trance. She shook her head and recognized the loose chocolate wolf's tail and the prickled stubble of a once shaven head. She released his arm, shooting up to stand over him as he scrambled to get out from underneath her.

Sokka rubbed his hurt arm, wincing as he gazed at her in confusion. She met his gaze, and the terror that prickled her skin quickly turned to anger flooding her veins. She felt her cheeks grow hot and a cold sweat on her back as she started piecing everything together.

"You signaled them," she snarled. Her fists clenched at her sides as she started to feel stupid for trusting him and his sister. She should have listened to Lian, she should have listened to her team. But she fell for the notion that maybe not everyone in the Water Tribe was bad. That maybe despite all the terrible things she's experienced in her young life because of the greediness of the Water Tribe, there was some good in them. Something redeemable. She was wrong.

"What?" he responded. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He reached out with his good hand to touch her but she smacked it away. His face flashed with hurt, but the obliviousness he was showing made her stomach turn.

"I don't know how you signaled them to Kyoshi, and I don't care." She fantasized about punching him in the face, breaking his nose and watch the blood ooze from his nostril as he stared up at her in pain and bewilderment, but she didn't have the energy. "Once I've dealt with the White Wolves, you're gone. You and your sister."

She started to dash away, but Sokka stopped her from running away from him. His hand was wrapped around her wrist tightly. His heart pounded, like someone was punching his rib-cage. Beads of sweat coated his tanned skin and his eyes glittered like sapphires. For a moment, she wondered if he was as oblivious as he was making himself out to be. She shook the thought from her head.u

"The next time I see you," she said, wrenching herself from his grasp, "I'm putting you in a coffin."

His face twisted into shock, then hurt, and then something she couldn't read. They held each other's gaze for a moment's longer before she raced off from him. Her eyes stung and she didn't realize she was crying until she busted through the door of her cabin. Her knees had buckled under her and she went soaring down to the floor. Catching herself with her hands, she stayed hunched over on the dusty floor with tears falling from her eyes like rain from the sky.

They were back. They were back. They were back. They were back.

Her body was shaking, her nails were digging in to the wood. Splinters pierced the skin under her nails She was stupid for breaking down at a time like this. She didn't have time to break down. She pushed herself to get back up, to grab her fan and join her fellow warriors and defend her home. But the moments of what happened last time when the White Wolves were here glossed over her vision and her body frozen.

Suki perked up when she heard distant sounds coming from outside the window. She silenced herself and peaked over the sill. Ships were docked at the beach built from dark black wood. Silk sails the color of eggshells glimmered in the sun, and the imprint of a snarling wolf moved like water with the wind. She could see people still on the ships, but they were too faraway for her to see if they were other warriors or if they were slaves. People in the cleanest white clothes Suki had ever seen were marching the beaches.

The villagers were clutching each other as White Wolves were knocking down their doors. Things like vases, torn up flowers, and paintings were being thrown out of houses. Muffled cries and shouts of protest seemed to consume the village.

She squinted her eyes and studied the faces of the warriors. They were familiar in the way that was like seeing someone from a distant dream. But the leader was unforgettable for Suki. She recognized him by a scar that was carved into his skin from his collar bone and through the center of his eye like a lightning bolt. His hair was long, most of it was pulled up into one central braid from the roots of his hair, but two slim pieces of hair was left to frame his face.

No, Suki would never forget his face.

A scream pierced through the air. A warrior bleeding from a gash in his forehead emerged from the back of a house in the village with a girl. Her wrists were trapped in his meaty hands as he led her out of the house kicking and screaming and over to their leader. With a swipe of his foot, she was kneeling on the ground with his free hand pushing her head down and her hands being painfully lifted up in an unnatural position. She let out a scream and the man holding her chuckled. Her face was covered in thick black braids, so Suki couldn't identify who she was.

Suki moved to grab her fan, suddenly feeling the adrenaline she thought was gone from her body. She edged out of her cabin and into the trees behind the houses of the villagers. The voices of the White Wolves were still faint, but they were clearer than before.

"We're looking for someone," the leader said in a gurgly, husky voice. The girl cried once more as she was shoved more into the dirt. "You might have heard of him. Bald?" He took a step closer to her. "Tattoos?" Another step. "Thought to be dead?" Step. "Sounding familiar?" He stopped in front of her. "People refer to him as the avatar." He knelt down and grabbed her braids to pull her face up.

She snarled at him, her golden eyes flashing hatred. Suki stopped dead in her steps. She sucked in her breath. They had Lian.

Her face was twisted in pain and a trail of blood oozed out from her busted lips. She swished her mouth and spit a mixture of blood and saliva onto his feet. "Fuck you," she hissed.

The man didn't seem fazed, he looked down at his feet, wiped away the saliva and stood back up.

"Release her," he said.

"Sir-" The man holding her started to say but was interrupted by the leader.

"I said, release her." His voice dropped to a scary tone and it made Suki shudder. The man holding Lian back released her arms. She fell on her face with a grunt. She brought her aching arms up underneath her and pulled herself up.

"In the United Tribe, we heard stories and fables of the great avatar Kyoshi and the warriors she trained to protect the home she created. Our children looked up to you and your fellow fighters." He pulled out a knife from a holster strapped to his side and threw it lazily to her head. It landed with a thud. She looked up at it, seeing the blade was made from metal and the hilt was made from bone.

"Looking at you now, it's pathetic," he spat. "Your leader trained girls, when she should have been training women."

Lian growled in anger and reached for the knife. She got herself to her feet, shaky at first but she stood tall. She stifled a breath.

"I'd like to see you fight, girl."

Suki wanted to shout out to her to not take the bait, but someone came from behind and wrapped their hand around her neck and mouth. Their hand on her neck wrapped tightly and constricted her airways, the hand covering her mouth muffled her struggling cries.

"Shut up, bitch," he rasped in her ear. He released her throat to take the fan from her grip and threw the fan on the ground and then he jerked her away from the scene like a wounded animal. She couldn't find her footing and in a fit of desperation she bit down on his palm. He cried out and blood coated her tongue, but he didn't let her go. Instead he brought her over to a tree and banged her forehead against the tree bark.

Her mouth released his hand, and her vision started to swoon. She groaned as he went for another hit. This time harder, and it didn't take long for her body to go limp and her vision to go black.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Katara said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "I've never heard of the White- whatever they're called."

Sokka furrowed his brows. He racked his brain trying to remember what the White Wolves were or if his father had ever mentioned something like them, but he couldn't remember. Shouts came from town. Sokka peered over his shoulder but all he could see was the forest behind them. He bit his tongue.

"We need to get out of here," he responded.

"What? Why?" Katara asked urgently. She scrambled out of the sleeping bag and reach to grab for Sokka's shirt as he tried getting out of her tent. "If warriors from the Tribe are here, wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"I don't know, Katara. The way Suki was acting when she told me about them seems like they are bad news, we need to get out of here." He started to throw things into a pack. "Besides," he sighed, "we can't let them discover us anyway. They'll take us back to the South Pole."

Katara fingered the blanket. "Maybe we should go back," she said silently.

Sokka whipped around to look at her. "What? We can't." Her mouth hung open like she wanted to say something but she couldn't get the words out. "Our home is vulnerable since the North backed out, if we find the avatar, we can protect our family," Sokka retorted.

Katara didn't seem pleased with his response. "So what if the North backed out? We have an army that's bigger than the North. We could protect our home and we could take over the North for ourselves!"

Sokka threw the pack down as frustration bubbled in his chest. "You don't get it! If we go back, we're powerless! Dad already locked you up because you went behind his back. Can you imagine what he'll do when you're returned?"

Katara relaxed her shoulders but her hands were still balled up into fists. "Fine, you're right. Maybe I shouldn't go back home." Sokka nodded and returned to packing up, but Katara remained motionless. Her face was pained, like she was trying to keep something inside but it was hard. He watched her for a moment before she sighed and met his gaze. "Maybe I should stay, and you can go back home. You shouldn't have to go through all this for me."

Th silence in the tent grew after that as Sokka mulled over what she said. Her shoulders were slumped over and she was staring at the ground, avoiding his gaze. Sokka moved over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. His gesture made her gasp and look up at him. "You don't get it, Katara. I'm not here just for you." He took a deep sigh, and his hands dropped from her shoulders.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"This is going to sound selfish and, I mean, yes I left home for you and I left home so we can find the avatar and bring him back to protect us but I did this for Yue, too," he said in a rush, scratching the back of his neck. His stature slumped and he dropped the pack and brought his knees up to his chest. "If I bring the avatar back home, I could get Yue back."

Sokka burrowed his face in his arms and was shocked to feel a warm hand touch his shoulder. He looked up, his eyes wet with unshed tears. Katara's face was enveloped in a small smile. Spirits, she looked so much like their mother, he couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry, Sokka," she said. She started to grab her things and packed them up. "We need to leave before we're discovered."

"Thank you, Katara," he smiled. She returned his gaze and then he shuffled himself out of the tent. He snuck over to his own tent, watching his surroundings as he did, and started to gather his stuff. They needed a boat, food, water, maybe some first aid. Food shouldn't be too hard to find out on sea.

Branches started cracking. Sokka froze in his movements. He placed his things down gently before peaking through the opening of his tent. His eyes frantically searched the woods. He could feel someone watching him but he couldn't see anything. The forest was covered in shadows, but he could hear branches breaking and leaves being shuffled around.

Reflexively, he reached for his boomerang, but remembered it was gone. Probably somewhere at the bottom of the ocean or washed up on a desolate beach. He cursed silently under his breath, and made his way out of the tent.

He moved slowly at first, feeling his heart hammer on his rib cage like someone pounding on a door. His stomach sunk to his knees and sweat beaded on his body. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, making him drunk with the feeling. He made it halfway out from his tent before an arm pulled him back and a knife was against his throat.

Lian held the knife tightly in her hands. Her legs were like jelly and she was swaying back and forth. The man gave a toothy, wicked grin at her. His teeth were mustard yellow. His eyes were a beautiful azure and his face was painted a harsh, patchy white. The scar on his face was deep and wide.

He remained still, waiting for her to attack. He had no weapon on him that she could see but he was twice her size. He had armor and she was vulnerable.

"Come on, girl. Don't tell me a great Kyoshi warrior is scared."

Lian bared her teeth and released a battle cry. She charged forward, the knife above her head and ready to plunge into his body. The man ran toward her, but Lian didn't stop. She continued on, not really caring if she were to make it out of this fight alive.

The man crashed into her, making her breath hitch in her chest. The knife flew out of her hand and she could hear the cheers of the other warriors. The man threw her over his shoulder and spun around shouting in glory like he had just had a champion kill. He picked her up and threw her down on the dirt like a rag.

She coughed, her head vibrated painfully and for a moment, it was like she was numb. The warriors cried in victory.

"Gentleman, today is glorious day for our tribe!" he shouted and the men cheered back. "Today we conquered the heart of Kyoshi. We take her fruit!" The warriors cheered again, throwing their hands in the air. "All hail the Chieftain!"

They started to chant a name, one she didn't recognize and could barely hear. The noises started to go in and out and fading with her vision. It didn't take long before everything went black.

"Tivrak," a man said. Tivrak looked up and watched the man bow before him in the candlelight of his tent. A breeze came in with him, making the man shiver. Kyoshi was especially cold this time of year.

"Rise, Tanro," Tivrak said. Tanro did as he was told. "Why have you come to disturb me? Can't you see I'm busy?" He gestured to the battle plans laid out in front of him. It was a map of the world and he marking down areas of the Earth Kingdom that had been conquered and the last few territories that were remaining free. The map was colored in blue or red, and the few territories left, like Ba Sing Se and smaller villages, were colored a bright green.

"Yes, sir," Tanro said. "But the matter is urgent."

Tivrak sighed and gestured for him to continue, "Go on then."

"It seems that our fellow warriors have captured special prisoners that I know the Chieftain would be specially interested in."

Tivrak looked up from his work, suddenly intrigued. "Bring them in." Tanro stepped aside as two burly men came one by one in the tent with the prisoners. Their hands were tied behind their back and their skin as scuffed and their hair was greasy.

"The Chieftain would find this interesting," Tivrak said, leaning back in his chair with a grin sewn into his face. "Close the tent," he said to the leaving warriors. "You're letting the cold air in."

"Suki."

"Suki. Wake up." Her eyes felt heavy, her body ached and the shaking didn't help either. A little slap on her cheek made her groan and she finally opened her eyes. A bright flickering light stung her eyes, the hard ground scratched her skin.

"Leave me alone," Suki groaned.

Whoever was bothering her didn't give up. A hard slap collided with her cheek, making the girl snap up and reach for the fan strapped to her leg. Confusion hit her when she realized she was touching her bare thigh. She looked down. She was wearing nothing but black undergarment, and so were the other girls around her.

She was locked up in some bamboo cage held together by vines with four guards guarding each corner of the cage.

"What's going on?" she whispered to the one who woke her up.

The girl bit her lip. "We were attacked this morning by the White Wolves."

Suki's eyes widened. The girl reached for a stray cloth one of the others in the cage gave her and handed it to their leader. "Your forehead," the girl whispered, holding out the cloth.

Suki hesitantly grabbed the cloth and dabbed her forehead gently. She grimaced, bringing the cloth back down and looking at it. There were red splotches of blood soaking through the fabric. Staring at it, she started remembering what happened. Someone knocked her out. And then-

"Lian," she realized, snapping her head up. "Is she ok?"

The girl's face twisted in shock and she looked to the others like she was begging for someone else to answer. But the other girls seemed lost and confused as well. Suki was seething as she watched them scramble for answers.

"You don't even know what happened to your fellow warrior?" It was one of the soldiers guarding them. He looked over his shoulder, waiting for them to answer. The girls were silent but a few had the courage to shake their head. He scowled. "You should be ashamed of yourselves."

Suki shot up to her feet. She banged on the bamboo sticks. "Hey!" she shouted. The guards ignored her, which only made Suki more persistent. "Hey!" she said again. One of the guards to her left looked at her.

"Back up," he warned, but his tone was lazy.

Suki rolled her shoulders. "No," she said.

The man looked at her, his eyes moved up and down her body. "Back up, or I'll do it for you."

Suki didn't respond. Instead she smirked, which seemed to just make him angrier but she stood her ground. The man reached for her wrist through the spaces of the cage, violently pulling her to come forward. His grip bruised her wrist but she kept the smirk painted on her face.

"Hey man," the guard to her right said. "It's not worth it. If Tivrak sees you damaging his goods, he'll skin you alive." And then, with a mumble, "Literally."

The man reluctantly released her wrist. "I want to see Tivrak," Suki demanded.

"You're not in the position to make demands here," the guard on the right responded.

"Please," Suki pleaded. She sounded like a small child but at this moment, she didn't care. She needed to see Lian. She needed to know she was OK.

The guard softened, his posture drooped and he peered over his shoulder subtly. "There's nothing I can do," he responded quietly and almost sounding remorseful. "Step back, or I'll move you back," he said, trying to sound tough like the guard on the left, but his voice cracked as he said those words.

Suki wasn't one to back down and do what she was told easily, but right then she did. She took a step back and the guard went back into formation.

She sunk to the ground. Feelings of helplessness and defeat brewed in her stomach. Bile licked at her throat. If she wasn't careful, she could upchuck right there. She couldn't do that, wouldn't allow herself to do that. So she rubbed her stomach from left to right and chewed on the inside of her cheek. A useless way to distract herself.

Hours had passed and soon it was the middle of the night. The moon hung high up in the sky and most of the female warriors had dozed off. Suki was still up. She sat in the middle of the cage, her legs crisscross and her hands folded up in the middle of her lap. She was cracking them nervously.

The White Wolves had set up small tents for the warriors and there was a large tent that must've been luxurious inside. There was candlelight that made the tent glow, but it was dim. She could barely make out the figures inside. But she knew, that leader –Tivrak- was there.

The guards outside the cage she was trapped in had mostly fallen asleep. Except for the guard on her right. He stayed awake, standing for the past few hours since she had been woken up.

"You should sleep," he whispered. Suki looked up in surprise at his concern.

"I'm fine," she responded coldly.

He once again peered over her shoulder. "That bags underneath your eyes says otherwise."

Suki cracked a smile. "I'm sorry," she laughed. "It's hard to sleep with a migraine. You know, someone did bash my head in."

She was surprised to hear him laugh. It wasn't a humorous sound. It was dry and emotionless. She was shocked to hear it and a little angered. "That wasn't a joke," she retorted.

"You're right," the guard said. She could tell he was smiling. "I'm a sucker for sarcasm." Suki didn't know how to respond to that so she stayed silent. A couple minutes passed, and nothing changed. The candles didn't go out from the tent Tivrak was probably in. No one came out either.

"What's your name?" she asked, letting curiosity get the best of her.

"My name doesn't matter."

She bit her lip. The conversation between them died. Suki fiddled with her thumbs as sleep weighed heavily on her shoulders. But she needed to stay awake. She would not be caught off guard again.

An hour had passed. Tivrak eventually came out from the tent. He stretched dramatically and then looked over to the sleeping guards where the captured warriors were.

"What are you doing?" he shouted to the guards in a booming voice.

The three guards that were asleep suddenly awoke. They scrambled to get themselves back up and in formation. Tivrak sauntered over to the cage. The guards flinched, except for the talkative one. He remained cool and content. Suki watched as they all quivered as Tivrak got closer and closer.

"Did you have a good sleep?" he said in mockingly, concerned tone. "Hmm? Should I have ya sleep in? Maybe a blankey and a pillow for your comfort?" Suki covered her mouth with her hand, she couldn't help but crack a smile. "For fuck's sakes, the newbie is taking his job more seriously!"

"Yes sir!" the three responded in unison.

"You," Tivrak said, pointing a finger to Suki. "How long have you been up?"

Suki cracked her knuckles. "All night."

"A captured prisoner would be a better soldier than you twats!" He turned his back, walking to the middle of the camp. People started filing out of the tents, clearly awoken by the commotion. He waited for a few moments, nodding his head. Clearly, he liked what he was seeing.

"Last night, was a victory." The men cheered. The women behind Suki started to awake, but Suki wasn't paying much attention to what was going on behind her. "Not only that, we have two valuable prisoners that our Chieftain would be glad to see. I'm sure he misses them terribly."

A girl was pushed out from his tent. Suki thought it was Lian, but her hair didn't match the warrior. This girl's hair was chocolate waves and her clothes were blue. Someone else got pushed out from the tent. The same chocolate hair and blue garb. Suki sucked in a breath. Katara and Sokka.

"May I introduce, Princess and Prince of the Southern Water Tribe, Katara and Sokka!" Cheers and hoots sounded through the air.

Suki remained frozen on the dirt. The prince and princess. She housed them, gave them food, welcomed them into her home. All for them to turn her home over. Hate burned in her brighter and hotter than it has ever before.

She couldn't stop herself. She just lost control. She flung herself to the bars of the cage. Shaking them to the point the guards around her started threatening to kill her if she continued. The other warriors were silent and still for a moment, but eventually they joined in. Each one of them rattled the cage.

The guards stood back, suddenly they were afraid of the women in the cage. The warriors were unarmed and vulnerable, but the men looked at them like they were wild beasts ready to attack. The poles started coming loose from the ground. The cage was getting destroyed. Soon enough, she was free. She expected for them to attack, but they didn't.

Her and the other warriors stood on guard and so did the White Wolves. Both of them stood their ground, eyeing each other and waiting for one to make a move.

"I don't want to hurt anyone," Suki said finally, trying her best to reason with them. "I just want to know if my friend is OK. We can discuss the rest later."

She watched in bewilderment as the White Wolves looked back to Tivrak. He nodded and they stood down. "Who's your friend?" he shouted to her.

Suki took a shaky breath. "Her name is Lian, her hair is black and braided and she has yellow eyes."

Tivrak smiled. "What do you want in exchange?"

"Peace. The Kyoshi warriors want nothing to do with what the Water Tribes and the Fire Nation. We have stayed out of the war for 100 years and we plan to stay like that. You can take all of the Earth Kingdom, for all I care. Just give me Lian and leave my home."

Tivrak's expression was unreadable. His smirk was gone from his face. The White Wolves looked from each other in confusion. Suki was praying to any spirit that would listen. But Tivrak didn't look convinced. He crossed his arms and waited for her to continue.

She scrambled to think of things to say. "You can have the Water Tribe siblings. We will give you no fight when you decide to leave." She didn't look at Sokka or Katara, but she could imagine that they looked betrayed.

Tivrak laughed. "Love, I conquered your home, took everything from your village. You're completely powerless, anything you give, I've already taken."

Thoughts raced through her head. He was right, she had nothing. She was powerless. Their home was gone and any dignity she had left was gone with it. "Fine," Suki responded. "Take me." It got his attention and her heart sank. "Lian would be no help to you. If you take me, instead of her, I could be of better use to you."

Every word she said seemed to intrigue him more and more. "Why are you of so much use to me?"

She bit her tongue nervously. "I'm-I'm the leader. I've been training since I could walk. I know things that Lian doesn't. Whatever she could, I could do better."

Tivrak went silent for a few moments. He clicked his tongue like he was in his serious thought. "This Lian," he started, "where is she?"

A warrior from behind him came up and whispered the answer into his ear. He smirked and then laughed. The other White Wolves warriors backed away.

Tivrak approached Suki confidently, and she didn't know whether she should be frightened or relieved. The guards parted to make room for him. It was unlike her, but she backed up slowly. Tivrak scared her and as he got closer, she could see the deep set scars she had seen before.

"I like your offer. We will leave your island peacefully, if you promise that your warriors will not engage in the war." His eyes wandered over her body and she suddenly felt the need to cover herself up. "If they promise, we won't even mention that we had come here. I'll tell the Chieftain you were a stowaway."

Suki looked behind her, the women looked from each other and reluctantly they agreed to the terms. Even though, Suki had felt the hopelessness in her body increase, she was at peace with the agreement.

"Fine," Suki agreed.

"Lian is in your infirmary. She was badly injured but is improving."

Suki couldn't help the smile on her face. "May I see her, sir?" she pleaded.

Tivrak raised a brow. "No, we don't have time. We leave and set sail for the Southern Water Tribe this morning"

Suki, Sokka and Katara were escorted on to the ship not even an hour later. She wasn't permitted to say goodbye to her to the other warriors or to go back to her cabin and gather her things. Tivrak gave her ratty black clothes that she saw the other prisoners on board wear.

Once they boarded the ship and escorted to their living quarters, Suki and the siblings were unfortunately forced to live together in the same cell. It wasn't a large space but there were three separate beds, which was good enough for her. When Suki crashed down on to the hard bed, a wretched smell of urine and dust wafted in her nose. But after staying up all night and getting her head bashed in, the bed felt like heaven.

"You made a mistake," a feminine voice said.

Suki reluctantly lifted her head from the mattress meeting Katara's gaze. The girl's hair was a curly, frizzy mess and her complexion was covered in dirt. She was running her hands through her locks, attempting to untangle it but failing in the process.

"We should not be down here! Our father will execute all of you when he finds out you treated the heirs like trash," he yelled out but no one seemed to pay attention.

Suki looked from him to the waterbender. "What do you mean?"

Katara closed her eyes, looking as if she was ready to burst out crying. "I know my tribe. We aren't merciful."

Suki narrowed her eyes at her. "Trust me, I know."

A guard had finally responded to Sokka's incessant threats. "Shut up!" the man yelled. Sokka retreated back from the bars. "You stay down here with the rest of the rats." He switched his attention to Suki. "I'm here for her. Tivrak wants you."

She left the bed reluctantly. She just wanted to sleep. The guard waited for her to groggily make her way to the bars where he opened the door cautiously for her, closed it and tied her hands behind her back. She didn't understand the point of this. She was too tired to fight.

He led her up the stairs to the deck where people were scrubbing the deck and the warriors were drinking while Tivrak was at the helm, steering the ship. She was led up to where he was. He watched her movements like she was the most interesting thing in the world. She pretended not to notice this.

"What's your name, girl?" Tivrak asked.

The guard placed her behind him. His hands were still holding her in place. She was thankful for it because if he wasn't holding her up, she would pass out.

"Suki," she mumbled.

"A pretty name," he responded, sounding like he meant it. "Any special meaning?"

Suki chuckled. "It means 'beloved.' Nothing special."

Tivrak chuckled. "Never say that," he responded.

Suki was sick of flattery. "Why am I here?"

Seconds past before he spoke again. "Your friend is dead."

Something in her broke, like thread being snapped. Her body turned to jelly and her legs went numb. There were no tears left inside for her to cry and she was too exhausted to do anything. She was hyperventilating and more importantly, she was powerless. The guard holding her was struggling to pull her up.

"W-Why are you telling me now?" she stammered.

Tivrak turned around, motioning for the guard to release her. "You need to be broken," he said. "You're persistent, and you still have that fight in you that I can't let you have."

He bent down to where they were eye-level with each other. His strikingly blue eyes were beautiful compared to the scars on his skin. "I will take everything you have from you, and I will make you watch as I burn it to the ground."

AN: Damn. I really like writing Suki, Sokka and Azula. Seeing as how I love Sukka and Sokkla, that's probably why. I started writing this chapter during March but because of finals and the end of the semester, I had to take a break. It's summer now but I still have some stuff going on. Updates probably won't take long but you never know. Anyway, I have a couple more fanfiction ideas I want to start doing, including crossovers, Voltron and Legend of Korra. Not sure if I wanna delve into Voltron because the fandom is more toxic than anything I've ever seen. We'll see though. I'm currently editing the first five chapters of a Voltron fanfic. Not sure if I'll publish it.

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**Edit: I published this fanfic one year ago four days ago. That's so cool! Thank you for the continued support, there's more to come!