Chapter Seven: Disaster
Appa took off flying into the air, Amaya, Braeden, and Des clinging on for dear life. Arrows whizzed past his head as Sokka frantically tried to direct an out-of-control Appa through the disharmony that was his life at that particular moment. Suddenly, Sokka was airborne, only for a moment though. He landed quite hard, face down next to Des or, more of on top of her, but, whatever…anyway.
"Sokka! Get off of me, you need to drive!" Des shouted shaking him, but he still didn't move.
"Sokka! GET UP!" Braeden stumbled over and helped Des roll Sokka on to his back, and off of Des.
"Sokka? Oh, my God! Sokka!" stammered Des hysterically. Sokka lay next to her, eyes closed, breathing coming in short, rapid gasps, the shaft of an arrow stuck out of his abdomen, just below his ribs on his left side.
"What're we gonna do?
