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Woohoo chapter three! This is moving so slowly and badly. I'm horrid at transition…
…Park means 'cypress tree' for Chinese names n.n And…err, this has contemplation of life ending but nobody does. There. Said it. You've been warned. Oh yes; to all Iroh fans: Blame his fate on Eragon! I got it from that book! ((Cowers)) But it's a good book! n.n
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Chapter Three: Wake Up and Smell the Tea
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It had taken them all most the whole night. They had arrived to the Earth Kingdom but Kita advised for them to land a mile away. "I'll escort you guys past the Fire Nation guards," she told them, "And tell them you're spies. Here," she had bent down and picked up some dirt. "Just put this on your clothes and faces to look battered. The Earth Kingdom is more likely to accept you. Oh, don't use bending until they know who you are, got it?" That was the last thing she said to them as a group. She had then pulled Zuko aside to tell him about his uncle.
Regardless for the dislike towards Zuko, Katara couldn't help but wonder what happened to Zuko's uncle since his expression changed to shock, then anger and then back to non-existent emotions. As soon as she told him that, he looked stunned and then his face was devoid of all emotion. Kita did look sympathetic and said something else to the prince before leaving. "So we just say we're just lost travelers?" Asked Haru after a rather long walk of silence.
"I guess." Katara shrugged. "I wonder how—"
"Halt," yelled a man. Large pieces of earth shot out and had sharp tips pointing towards the gang. They jumped back because these spikes of earth were a little too sharp and close for comfort.
They were surrounded by earthbenders. "Who are you and what's your business here?"
"We're seeking safety." Sokka answered before Katara spoke up. "We're sick of the Fire Nation and we're hoping we could stay here and—"
"Looking for safety? In a rebellion army?" Snorted one of the benders. The one who snorted was a girl.
"Safety from their tyranny and destruction."
"Oh really?"
"Yah and maybe joining?" He glanced at the others. They nodded.
There was some muttering. "We'll take them to the outskirts of the city for tonight. They can be evaluated by Park in the morning." With that, the gang heard the clang of metal and then felt the cold metal. They had been handcuffed. "Follow us, don't talk, don't try to run away and you'll be just fine."
They quietly obeyed. Kita, Sokka thought with high annoyance, What the hell did you get us into? If anything happens to Katara it'll be you're fault and I don't care if you're a girl. I will hurtyour if something happens to Katara. Sokka made the angry promise in his mind but kept his face emotionless like Zuko.
It had been a quiet walk. They were shown a very small hut. "You are to stay in there. Don't try anything funny. As you can see, we have many people guarding it. You are to stay there for the rest of the night."
The large and heavy hand cuffs were not removed as they were escorted into the small hut and sat down. "What do you think they do for evaluation?" Aang asked once they were left in the hut; his voice was hardly a whisper.
"Make us eat lemur eyes and Earth Demon teeth." Sokka said sarcastically. Kita had shown them a hiding spot to hide Appa and Momo before leaving. She had promised them on her honor of being a Knyght that she would not take Appa because she had a feeling the Earth Demon base was somewhere among the original Earth Kingdom land. "I don't know." He kept his voice like Aang's and it was like the lungs were being used to speak and not the vocal cords.
"I don't think it's a test of endurance," Haru said. "I think it's more of a loyalty test. I heard there are plants that you can give to people and they'll tell the truth without hesitation. They can even ask you things you don't know and you'll answer if it's a really strong plant."
Zuko was the only who had not joined the small circle. He sat in corner cross legged and sitting perfectly straight and still. Anybody who looked at him would have mistaken him for the perfect sculpture.
"Well, I guess we're okay." Said Katara. "We do want to join them. If they ask who we really are, then there's a problem."
"I wish she warned us about that." Sighed Haru, referring to Kita.
Aang wondered if the guards could hear them even when their conversation was what a bored author would have called lung-talk. The night was dead quiet, not a cricket chirped. "I don't think she thought of it as problem," said Katara after a moment. "I think she might have guessed we would have attempted to find away around that problem and created a bigger one."
"Probably." Sokka agreed. " Or she didn't know about it. I guess we might as well sleep. Being alert's smart." Sokka yawned. "Night." He curled up and fell asleep instantly.
"I guess we might as well," Katara shrugged. "Night." She too curled up and fell asleep rather quickly.
This left Haru and Aang awake. Haru glanced at Aang. "I know this probably isn't—"
"You wanna know how Katara died, right?" Aang asked.
Haru looked down and nodded.
"It's not my choice to tell. I think I'll go to sleep too." Aang curled up fell asleep without saying good night.
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"Wake up!" Barked one of the male guards. He nudged Haru with his boot. "Wake up!" He barked again.
Haru groaned and blinked. "I'm up, I'm up…" he muttered, slowly rising, feeling as if he had only slept for an hour or less. It took him a second to realize where he was. The others were slowly waking up as well. Even Prince Zuko, who must have given up his career as the perfect sculpture for at one point he fell asleep curled up like everybody else.
The sun was just beginning to rise. "Up!" He barked again.
Obediently standing up, they were led out of the hut and into a heavily guarded city. Wonder where they got all that dirt…Sokka thought when they had been led through the second wall of dirt. It reminded them of the North Pole except it was dirt and not ice.
Once they had gone through that gate, the group was greeted by a very busy market place but it came to a stop when everybody saw the guards and who they were escorting. As the guards walked through, the citizens parted to allow the guards threw. Much whispering spread through the crowd as they walked. After what felt like a whole century, a guard ordered the others to stop. "Park awaits in there," said the guard before stepping aside to let the other guards lead Aang and friends—and enemy—into the large building made entirely of stone and mud but there were huge windows to let light in, so the pace looked semi-friendly.
"Park!" Called out one of the guards, "We have some kids who wish to join us against the Fire Nation. What is your choice?"
A brown haired man in his mid-twenties walked in. As soon as he stepped in, everybody bowed, including their captives after a second. He walked up to the guards. "Please step aside. I wish to get a look at them before deciding." The guards stepped aside enough so Park could look at them. "Ah, dressed for Victory Week?" His thick eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "Isn't that devotion to the Fire Nation?"
"Our parents made us. They let us chose for us." Zuko said before Sokka or Katara could fabricate a lie of their own.
"Really?" Park cocked an eyebrow. He didn't believe them. "Bring the seeds. We'll find out the easy way." He snapped his fingers. Right on cue, a little man came running in with a potted plant. "Thank you." He took the plant. "You have a choice to either eat this or have your memory erased and tossed out into the wild."
"We'll go with the first one." Sokka said.
"All right then. If you're lying, you will be killed." Park warned as he plucked off a neon purple pod from the vivid green plant. He handed it back to the little man that gave it to him. "This won't taste very good," he warned as he casually squeezed the pod to release the orange seeds. ((This plant has fashion issues…)) "You'll be telling nothing but the truth for an hour." He had squeezed out five seeds that were the size of the pinky nail. He gave them to one of the guards.
The guard that took the seeds turned to her first victim, Aang. She didn't even hand it to him; she just walked up to him and forced his mouth open to shove the little seed in. Aang gagged once it went down his throat. He didn't even chew it but he could taste the bitterness exploding about in his mouth. The process was repeated to the others. Zuko almost fought back as a reflex but managed to prevent his fist from flying into her stomach.
"Are we ready then?"
"Yes," came the answer from the group. It sounded almost rushed as if they wanted to tell Park that bit of information for years.
"Good. You," he started with Katara. "I want to know this first: What kind of bender are you?"
"Water," answered Katara in the rushed fashion again. Her eyebrows furrowed; she didn't like the way she was answering the questions.
The man nodded. "Are you any good?" He was amused at her facial expression.
"Yes. I'm a Master."
He looked doubtful now. "And what's your name?"
"Katara."
Park's eyebrows twitched angrily. "Uh-huh…" he nodded skeptically. "Master Katara, then?"
"Yes."
He snorted, "And I suppose this boy dressed as Sokka is your brother?"
"I am." He answered, unable to stop himself because of the little plant.
"Sokka? The Great Faker?"
"Yes."
Park was getting angry. These people were dead and the plant never fails. "And let me guess," he turned to Haru, "You're the Earth Demon Haru, right?"
He nodded, "yes."
"Then where are your fangs?"
"I'm fifteen…I didn't get bitten until I was sixteen." That was true according to the book.
"And you're Lord Zuko?" Park turned to Prince Zuko.
"Yes," he nodded.
Park was beginning to think of this as an elaborate hoax. "Well, I think we'll have to dig five graves tonight unless this kid here can show us he's Avatar Aang. But we all know that's not true since we have that little Knyght, Kita, as the Avatar and she's a waterbender; the next one in the cycle."
"I am Avatar Aang," Aang said this with a slight chirp. "I can prove it if you want."
The guards laughed. "Okay, show us Avatar Aang." Park put sarcasm in his voice and even more when he said Aang's respected name.
He shrugged. "Okay. Stand back, this one's fun." The boy was fully confident that this trick would save their lives so he was going to enjoy it. Summoning up an orb of air, he hopped on and weaved through the guards on the air scooter; laughing his head off of course.
"Our lives are on the line and he's goofing around?" Zuko asked regardless of the empty shell feeling. Truth seeds could do that.
Sokka shrugged. "He's Aang. It's what he does."
"An airbender!" Park exclaimed. He turned to the guards. "Is this a joke?"
"Nope!" Aang chirped and got off the air scooter. "Watch!" He spotted Katara's canteen. "Hope you don't mind, Katara." Aang took a deep breath and summoned the water from Katara's canteen. He tossed the water from hand-to-hand as if it were a slinky.
More gasps were heard. "H-H-How can that be? Avatar Kita!" A guard exclaimed.
"Do I look like a girl?" Aang asked. "I'm the Avatar and I ate that seed. It tasted pretty bad down the way."
"How can you be the Avatar?" Park demanded. "Avatar Aang died fifteen years ago!"
They shrugged. "Avatar Kita was saying something about time travel." Sokka said simply but hated himself. He wouldn't have said something as stupid as that if it weren't for the truth seed.
Park sighed. "This has to be the craziest story I've ever heard. Time travel…we must have done something to piss of the Spirits."
"Don't worry; it's the craziest one we've ever heard too." Aang said smiling, still playing with the water like a slinky.
Again, Park sighed. "This is all the proof we have. I still think you're playing the most excessive practical joke but not even Faker could do that. You really do seem to be the Avatar. Are you going to harm us when we release you?"
"No." All said in unison.
"Good. Release them." He waved his hand carelessly.
The guards did as they were told. They had no worries; that truth seed was still going strong.
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"Aren't you going to eat something, Zuko?" Aang asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I'm not very hungry." Zuko's tone was of annoyance.
"Suit yourself," shrugged Sokka.
Aang frowned. He knew Zuko had been trying to kill him and that would be a logical reason to not like him but the exiled prince had eaten little to nothing for a week now. "At least drink something."
Zuko glared and took a small sip from his cup. "There. Happy?" He growled. "I'm going for a walk." He got up and left the room to attempt to enjoy the evening air.
Aang's frowned deepened. "I'm not too hungry either." He set his food down. "I'm gonna go check on Appa, okay?"
"Have fun," Katara said smiling, figuring Aang wanted some alone time. She frowned once he left.
"What's wrong?" Haru asked.
Katara was about to open her mouth to answer when Sokka suddenly jumped. "Sokka?"
He blinked. "I don't know. I just got this sudden feeling."
"What kind of feeling?" Katara asked, cocking her head to the side like Aang; something she picked up from him.
"Like something's going to happen."
"Instincts again?" She asked with a slight smirk.
"I don't know." He went back to his food feeling a little confused.
Zuko knew nothing of Aang dismissing himself or the weird feeling Sokka received. He only knew that he wanted to go out into the forest for more alone time to think about a way to end his life. (((Ducks for cover from the Zuko fans) Eek!)) It had been a slow and boring week. Peasants running up him and the other peasants he was stuck with once word got out that Aang had returned. It happened once, it could happen again. That's what they were saying. The only thing that was amusing was Sokka's face when young men would stare at Katara. He also noticed Haru and Aang's faces but they kept those faces a little more hidden than Sokka's I'm-going-to-do-more-than-gut-you-with-a-rusty-knife face. Oh yah, and Sokka's fan girls. Zuko reminded himself, thinking that to be of the most ridiculous of all.
He found his usual tree; a weeping willow. It looked out of place compared to all of the other towering trees with stiff branches and leaves and he felt like it: Out of place and maybe crying. But that's weakness. He thought every time he would sit under it. He sighed. The only way he could think of ending his miserable life was through his wrists since his dreams weren't helpful. Every time his dream would hint to a creative way it was quickly ended by him waking up to the smell of something burning. Thus he would wake up but there was nothing burning, leaving him confused and wide awake. Although, deep down inside somewhere, he told himself the dreams was an excuse for not ending his life already.
"That's it." He looked up and grabbed a sharp looking twig. He rolled his sleeves up. Park had told him that he should probably change into clothes that the Earth Kingdom wore while they searched for the Fire Nation clothes he preferred. True; they hated the Fire Nation but not those who tried to prevent it from becoming a tyrannical nation like Zuko did according to those books.
The poor boy did not enjoy wearing green but it was all he could wear for now. He decided to start with his left wrist. Just as he was about to press it to his wrist, the stick burst into flame. "What the—?" He dropped it and leapt back even though there was no room to. Instead of causing the thickly covered ground of dead leaves below to ignite, it went out. The air was filled with the smell of burnt wood. Suddenly Zuko felt very lethargic and slumped back against the tree seeing mist creep into his vision and feeling only confusion and nothing else until a very loud voice reached his ears.
"Zuko!" Roared the voice. It sounded familiar. "How dare you attempt such a thing!" The swirling gray mist around him became very hot and that was uncomfortable considering that it was everywhere so Zuko was standing in it. "You have been given a second chance to live! Do not throw that away!" A familiar shadow was seen in the mist.
"Uncle…?" Zuko's eyes widened.
His uncle emerged from the mist and was standing in front of him. He was in his usual garb but his face was not set in the usual thinking face. Zuko gave his uncle a deep bow and kept his eyes on the ground. It was only a dream but Zuko felt as if it were real. His uncle sighed and the mist suddenly cooled. "Stand up straight, Zuko. I want to get a better look at you." His voice was returning to its usual gentleness.
Zuko did as he was told.
"You haven't been eating, I can see that."
Zuko was feeling an odd mixture of emotions. He was happy yet sad to see his uncle. The part that saddened him was that his uncle was dead and this was only a dream. He blinked. It's just the mist. He thought and blinked again. He didn't know what to say.
"Before you ask, it was me who made the stick ignite and I was also the one who has been waking you up before you got any ideas." The mist heated up again.
Zuko's eyes widened a little more.
"You're still under the tree physically."
"But…how?" He was very confused now. "Y-You're dead. You died. I was told how…" he stopped, not wanting to dwell on it.
"I admit that having my ashes buried under bison waste isn't the best thing to happen to your body but there is more than just the physical body to worry about."
Zuko's attention snapped back to his uncle. "You're not angered about it or—"
He laughed. "Of course I was angry but not as angry when I saw what they were doing to you and your friends."
Zuko stiffened at the thought of them being his friends.
"If one dies with enough anger and determination, they will stay tethered to the earth until they complete what they want." Zuko remained speechless, so his uncle continued. "When you had died, a Spirit told me your journey hadn't finished yet and it seems it hasn't." He smiled. "Did this new Avatar show you your supposed history?"
He nodded.
Zuko was about to say something but his uncle stopped him. "You should probably wake up now."
Zuko's eyes burst open. He looked around. The sun was just starting to sink behind the mountains. The smells of dirt and wildflowers drifted around him but there was something else that reached his nose and it didn't fit. Jasmine tea. Zuko wiped his face and sighed, slumping against the tree again. "This can't be healthy." He muttered. "And it was just a dream…"
Foot steps reached his ears.
"I don't know, Momo. I don't really like being in the Earth Kingdom much. It's nice but it doesn't feel like we're doing much." Aang's voice reached Zuko's ears. He quickly looked around and darted to a stronger looking tree, pulled himself up enough to make it look as if he was doing a pull up. Just in time too because Aang walked into view.
"Oh, hi, Zuko!" He waved.
"Hi," Zuko grunted and let himself drop to the ground.
Aang knew Katara and the others would not be pleased to know he was alone with Zuko but he decided to strike a conversation up instead of making up an excuse about needing to head back. "So, feeling any better?" He asked with his usual big smile.
"What made you think I wasn't feeling well to begin with?" His voice was, of course, guarded.
"You just seemed more grouchy than usual." The lemur on his shoulder stared him with it's giant green eyes.
Zuko glared. "I'll see you later." He headed back to what was left of the Earth Kingdom.
Aang frowned, "Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Let's try something else! Was it just me, or did it smell like jasmine tea back there?"
Zuko stopped. "You smelt it too?" He asked before stopping himself. I thought the truth seeds wore off! He scolded himself for blurting the question out.
"Yah! Must be the flowers but I didn't see any jasmine flowers either and I know nobody would be stupid enough to cook something this close to the city."
"Yah," Zuko nodded, wanting to return to the city now so he could be alone and think about what just happened. "I'm going back to the city now—"
"I'll come with you. It's getting dark and I don't think they'll let us in once the sun's set."
Zuko muttered something but didn't object. This is torture! He thought angrily, wanting to punch something.
"So, you have a favorite color or something?"
"No."
"Favorite animal?"
"No."
"Erm…bending technique?"
Zuko stopped and gave Aang the most hateful look he could muster.
"Eh, I guess we could talk about something else." Aang said with a little nervousness. "Well, we could talk about the weather. I like it when it's sunny with clouds. Those are fun to fly through. You?"
"Thunderstorms when the rain's falling hard enough it's like hail and thunder comes at the exact time as the lightning. That answer your question?" He snapped.
"Oh." It reminded Aang of the night he ran away so that was most likely not his ideal weather. "I don't like them that much but everybody has their own thing."
Zuko grunted. He wanted this boy out of his hair. "That's nice." He said coldly. "What a shame, looks like our conversation's been cut short. See you tomorrow." Zuko was full of sarcasm as he said this at the city walls.
"Oh! Oh! Lemme try!" Aang jumped up and down as the guards on the walls readied to open the walls. "I've been practicing!" He said proudly and managed to open the walls just enough to let him and Zuko in.
"Amazing," Zuko said with more sarcasm and walked in.
"Thanks!" Aang called out. "Well, see ya, Zuko!" Aang waved and turned around.
"Finally," Zuko sighed in relief and headed for his new room, hoping the Earth Kingdom had found him a Fire Nation outfit and not the peasant ones he wore.
Aang decided to explore the market place. He much rather to go out and explore outside the city but it was almost dark now and he wouldn't be let it once the sun had gone down completely. "Katara!" Aang called out, spotting Katara looking at some jewelry.
"Aang!" She waved back. "Where'd you go? I thought you went to just visit Appa."
"I went for a walk." He shrugged. "I opened the walls all by myself," he boasted, striking a pose. Katara laughed. "How's teaching the waterbenders?"
"It's okay. I've got another class tonight." She shook her head, "They're really glad to have us here now."
"Wow…you're working a lot harder than me or Haru."
"You wish." Haru joined them. "He said he was going to start teaching us at night as well."
"What?" Aang groaned. "We go from six A.M. to noon and now it's going to be at night?"
Haru shrugged. "He wants us in a private class too. You're the Avatar, he wants to make sure you master everything. I think—" Just then, Sokka rushed by them and dived behind a stand. "What's the matter, Sokk—"
"Shh! Don't let them know I'm here!" Sokka hissed.
"Faker!" A girl called out.
"Where are you?"
"Hey! There's his little sister! Mistress of Water!" A group of girls ran up to her. "Have you seen your brother?"
Katara fought down her laughter. Sokka had his own little fan club. Only the younger kids went after Aang because he was only twelve. The older girls were chasing Sokka because he was fifteen; much closer to the marriage age. "No. Sorry." She shook her head.
"Aww…" they slumped down. "Thanks anyway." They all chirped in unison and bowed before running off.
"Is it just me or does it freak you out how they do almost everything at the same time?" Haru asked, turning to Katara, forgetting about what he was going to say.
"It freaks me out even more!" Sokka jumped out from the stand. "Thanks for letting me hide there again."
"No problem." Shrugged the shop keeper and turned to Katara. "Are the bracelets to your liking?" He asked Katara.
"Yes." She nodded. "I'll buy this one." She held up a blue bracelet with the stages of the moon engraved with silver on it.
"On the house, Mistress of Water."
"Oh, thank you." Katara bowed.
The man returned the bow. "Thank you ma'am; I am honored to have my jewelry appeal to you."
"Mistress of Water!" A little boy ran up to Katara. "It's almost time for you to start teaching waterbending."
Katara gave up on getting people to call her by her original name like the others. The only one who was addressed by their birth name was Zuko but only because he was one of the few firebenders in the city and many left him alone, not wanting to anger him. "Okay, okay," she smiled at the little boy. "I'll see you guys later." She said and walked off leaving the boys alone.
"See yah, Katara." They said. "Now what?" Asked Sokka.
"There he is!" Yelled a girl, pointing at Sokka.
"Crap! Gotta go. See yah!" He ran off as the girls chased after him.
Aang and Haru laughed as Sokka turned a corner. "What do you think they're gonna do when they get him?" Aang asked.
Haru smirked, "Who knows? I don't think I want to find out."
"Whatever it is, I think they should be glad Yue didn't seem to be the possessive type or they'd be doomed." Aang said, laughing. Since it had been a week, both Haru and the others, minus Zuko, filled each other in about their recent events.
"I think I feel sorry for them now."
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Sokka was out for a walk. It was quiet and cold, but not as cold as the South or North Pole. He was glad to be away from the fan girls. Sighing, he could see his breath, Sokka stretched. "Man, it hasn't ever been this quiet for a long time." The Water Tribesman continued his walk, hearing only the crunching of twigs and dead leaves and his own thoughts. I wonder who we can have teach Aang firebending…He's mastered air, Katara's teaching him water in their spare time and he's learning earth. I'm not going to have Zuko teach him. He thought with much stubbornness. He sighed again. "This is too good to be true. Something's going to happen that'll ruin my day."
He stopped to stare into the foggy morning when crunching twigs reached his ears. Sokka pulled out his boomerang and jumped into a defensive position. He realized who it was but that didn't stop him from returning to a normal posture. It was Zuko. He stopped once he spotted Sokka. "I hope you aren't thinking of defeating me with that toy."
Yup. Something just did. Sokka glared. "What are you dong out here? Trying to find an escape route?"
Zuko was now in Fire Nation clothes even though he had little intention to return to the Fire Nation. For the moment. "What are you doing out here?"
"Walking. I can do what I want."
"So can I." Zuko replied. He continued on his way, which was where Sokka had planned on going.
Sokka continued his glare and turned to his left instead when he heard something that sounded like somebody tripping. Sokka turned around, ready to laugh at Zuko for falling on his face. Only problem was that Zuko managed to land on his hands and jump on his feet to stare at what he tripped at. "What…" Sokka trailed off and looked down.
Zuko tripped over a sword. A very big sword.
"Why does that look like Kita's sword?" Asked Sokka.
"Because it is Kita's sword," Zuko snapped.
Sokka walked over to it and bent down to pick it up. "Jeez is this heavy!" He gasped and managed to lift it up. "She has to have a second spine or something," he propped it up on its tip and looked at it. Zuko did too. "Something's wrong," he looked at the broken strap. Zuko lifted it for a better look. "Blood."
Zuko let go of the strap and was looking around. He didn't care for Sokka much but if something had managed to tear away a sword of this size this was obviously something that was a threat. "Any tracks are gone; too many leaves." He muttered.
Sokka looked up. "That doesn't look natural." He said this, pointing out a small bump in the ground that was covered up in leaves.
Zuko glanced at Sokka to see if he was heading for it. He wasn't. Walking up to it a little slowly, Zuko nudged it with the toe of his boot. It didn't feel like a log as he thought it to be. His eyebrows rose before he started to brush the leaves off with his foot. Sokka saw it and let the giant sword fall to the ground before taking the few required steps to her limp body. "I she dead?"
"I don't know. She didn't respond to you dropping her sword." Zuko answered honestly. They both crouched down. Sokka was the one who made the hesitant motion to check her pulse.
"She has one. It's weak." He grabbed her by her arm to pick her up. Sokka didn't look up to Zuko for help but the prince thought it was a little pathetic to see Sokka struggle with lifting her up. He bent down and lifted her up by her other arm. He realized why it was a little difficult. Her armor looked light but it wasn't. "I hope she's not an Earth Demon…" Sokka muttered.
Zuko opened her mouth. No fangs. "No." He answered. Her skin was so pale it was almost as light as salt. Her skin was slippery from sweat, her hair that was normally washed looked dead, stuck to her face and she seemed to have little knowledge of what a brush was. "You get her sword." Zuko ordered.
Sokka opened his mouth to object but Zuko's glare stopped him. Sokka let go of Kita's arm and Zuko faltered a little from the sudden loss of support. Sokka managed to pick the sword up. "I guess the only place to take her is the Earth Kingdom."
"I just can't wait to see the smiles on their faces." Sokka muttered sarcastically.
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Ma-an was that long. Ah well. Hope you enjoyed n.n Yah, I know people are probably gonna attack me about Kita's armor but some old guy who played that bad guy in Galaxy Quest was wearing stuff that was heavier than what knights wore and you saw how easy he moved! Okay. I'm done being defensive n.n Review. No flames; as usual. ((Is out of hot sauce for that stuff))
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There will be more Uncle Iroh appearing; no worries Iroh fans.