Disclaimer: don't own avatar:the last airbender, nut it's on my Christmas list! COME ON SANTA, I WAS MODERATLY GOOD THIS YEAR!
Sokka had, unwillingly, given up. He had searched for his sister for over six hours, and still no sign of her. Now he sat up against his bed, reflecting all of the times they had together, while a part of his mine bellowed, she's not dead, you dim-wit! Why are thinking? She's NOT dead!
He smiled slightly as he thought back three years ago, when Yue had died. Katara, as grief-stricken as Sokka for she had lost a dear friend, had in her grief driven insanity, called upon the moon spirit and demanded her back. The moon complied, but Yue came back to them weak. Katara healed her instantly.
Over the course of the year they left with Aang, Her father had ordered another arranged marriage, this time to Zuko, in the stead of Han, who died during the Fire Nation siege. When they came back to visit, they ended up staying for a year, and soon, they would have to leave once more. Specifically Sokka, for his sister was deemed dead. She had stayed out in the artic for a day, with no sign of her and no warm clothes. It would be a miracle if someone had saved her because after the infamous siege, the water nation scouted the land for survivors, be it of Water or Fire Nation, none were found and no possible shelters along with them.
Sokka sighed and let his head drop forward on his knees. He hadn't cried before, but now, everything was catching up to him. He once vowed never to cry again, after his dad left, but for his beloved sister? He'd make an exception, knowing without a doubt, he left her up as dead along with everyone else.
"Zuko?" Katara gasped. The figure shook its head. Looking closer, Katara saw fire nation armor just like his, but a cloth was covering most of the face, only revealing golden eyes. The figure pulled off the mask, illuminating a girl. Long ebony black locks cascaded down her back. Her porcelain features resembled the marble in the Water Palace; cold, unmoving…beautiful. The golden eyes regarded her with a predator-like gaze, which on the inside, Katara abhorred. Defiantly, Katara stared right back, daring the savior to strike.
The girl lifted her arm, Katara almost flinched, almost. The girl grabbed some clothes and offered them to her wordlessly. Katara took them silently and hurriedly slipped into them, aware of a stealthy, lethal presence. Turning around, she saw the girl's back to her, sitting cross legged in front of the fire, controlling the fire.They sat in silence for what felt likehours, unaware of the bond that was beginning to grow between them. Finally, the girl spoke, her voice sultry, husky from the exhiliration of being in control of such a prideful element.
"I am not Zuko. I am Zula, his sister."
A/N
oooo! did I trick you? in the last chap., I said 'prince' of the firenation, but aprince doesn't neccesarily have to be male! also, i know I promised a long chap. today, you'll get it. I just couldn't think of a way to keep going in this one and left it a cliffy. Next one will be nice and long, girl scouts promise! falls off of chair giggling I hated being in girl scouts, it was so boring. I only liked it because of the cookies! YAAAAY COOKIES!
you know what's weird? I 'broke' my right leg last sat. and sprianed my left ankle last su. I've been complainig that I couldn't bend my ankle all week. and guess what? since i had an ace bandage on all week, it prevented me from actually bending my ankle! i'm such a retard! RnR!
Erica... humor me once more and tell me what you think this says: Yy u r Yy u b I c u r Yy 4 me