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Chapter Five

The sun somehow found its way through the trees early that next day, enlisting the wind to push the boughs back and forth enough to let the simple rays spread warmth over the ground beneath Sokka's huddled figure. He had slept well, despite his lack of ground cover, and though the dew of the morning disturbed his ascetic and somewhat childhood dreams, he was well prepared to wake up.

He stretched lazily as he sat up and peered about the camp. Aang slept opposite the remains of the fire from Sokka, while Katara dozed effortlessly a few short feet away. Jay looked almost dead, save for the consistent rising and falling of his chest. And Zuko looked peaceful, however beaten he was.

Zuko?

"AHH!"

/chapter five