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Chapter 7

Sokuro woke up, with his arm throbbing. He tried to lift it, but that just made it hurt worse, and decided not to try to do so again. He looked up, and saw the stars above. The Orion constellation loomed above him.

How fitting, the hunters above a sitting duck. He thought. He looked over to his right, and saw Katara sitting in a chair with a bowl of water and ice in her lap. She slept quietly supporting her head with her arm. She carried me out to Appa all by herself. I have to commend her for that, but I needed to stay there incase Doran lived through that strike. He pushed himself up to his feet, and held his arm to his side with the other hand, and walked away from the campfire, and towards the sea.

He sat down at the water's edge, and watched the tide come in and out. The sea had always calmed him, but he rarely had time to enjoy its soothing sounds. "Hey, glad to see you can get up and walk around." Katara had walked up behind him.

"Why did you disobey me?" he asked, without turning around.

She sat down next to him. "You expected me to just go when you were in trouble? You are the person I love, despite how short I have known you, I feel like I have known you all my life. Besides, you're not my boss."

"Hahahahaha," he gripped his arm, "Ow, I need to stop laughing so hard. You're right, I'm not your boss, but I need you to listen to me when I fight Doran, I love you and I don't want you to get hurt. You saw what I did to Doran, what if he had side stepped just as you came through the door, it would have killed you, and he would have killed me."

She shrugged, "At least you and I would be together."

"That's not funny, I want you to be safe, even if it requires my life to do it."

She kissed his lips, and rubbed his good shoulder. He kissed her back, then pulled away. "I'm assuming you want to know why the gem cracked."

"No, I figured it out. The gem is a replica of your body and soul. When he wounded you, it started to crack, replicating your pain. Did I get it right?"

"Yes." He looked out at the horizon, the stars and the horizon merged into one. "Only a little while till dawn."

"I am wondering something though, why did you choose Sokuro for your new name?"

"In an ancient language from my world, 'Sokuros' means power. 'Sokuro is a name often given to children of noble birth, since my laws don't apply here, I thought I would take that name, I have more power than anyone in my world could ever dream of. I used it to help distinguish between Doran and myself."

"Why did the gem light up like it did when you said your name?"

"As far as I can tell, just as spells are magical and activated by this ancient language, the gem is also. So it gained power when I said the word for power. I also added it to the spell I cast on Doran."

"The hole you bore in his chest."

"Exactly, it made it extremely powerful, normally that spell wouldn't have done anything except push him back, but with Sokuro added, it was strong enough to kill him. But as a consequence of every spell, it takes as much energy to do the task as it would for me to do it with my bare hands. Killing Doran was a challenge for me. It almost cost me my life."

"Well, I'm glad you survived, even with a broken arm, I don't know what I would have done with out you." She kissed his cheek, and walked back to the camp. An hour later, the sun rose, and he walked back to camp, but stayed next to the ocean for as long as he could.

Aang rose as Sokuro walked into camp. "Leave, now!" he commanded.

Sokuro was taken aback by the sternness of his voice. He walked up to the small campfire and campsite that had been set up. "Why do you command me like that my young friend?" he asked trying to keep his voice level and quiet.

"You're working with the Fire Nation, that is why you attacked Jeong-Jeong's ship!" Aang shouted.

Sokuro was insulted, lost his temper, and yelled back, "Excuse me, but I was the one who helped you escape from the Fire Nation! I almost lost my life doing it! But if that's the way you wish to repay me, then so be it!" He picked up his things and walked over to Katara.

He whispered in her ear, "If you ever need me, and if Doran lived through that attack, say my name, and no matter what dimension I'm in, I'll come back. This sword has away of getting me to those it has bonded with." He lightly kissed her on her lips, and she nearly burst into tears, but before she could kiss him back, a bolt of air and water hit Sokuro in the side, sending him sprawling to the ground a couple of feet away.

Katara was about to run over to him crying, but Sokka grabbed her arm.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN!" yelled Sokka and Aang in unison.

"Now leave, or I'll do more than just a small bolt!" commanded Aang.

Swallowing his pride, and struggling to keep his temper in check, he threw his bag over his shoulder and started to walk off.

"Come back!" yelled Katara.

He looked over his shoulder, and continued to walk. He recited a small poem as he did, loud enough for any one with in the camp to here:

Call me if you ever you need me

Call me if you need a smile

Call me if you want a rock

To hold you for a while.

The roads may be long, and some may not cross,

But looking far ahead, I see ours don't cross just this once.

May the sun shine bright for you,

And may warm winds never leave you,

And may this not be our last good by.

As he said those last words, he slashed a portal into another dimension, stepped into it, and looked back. He saw the monk with an arrow on his head, a Flying Lemur, and a six-legged flying monster, and too water tribe members, One female, the other male. She was crying, and the other two humans stood stone faced, watching the portal slowly close. But what he saw also was a girl's love for him. He felt something he had not felt in a long time. He felt lonesome, like he had just left his home all over again. He felt the pain of losing a person he loved, and the pain of that person losing him. A single tear fell from his eye, as he watched the final part of the portal close. He was alone again, trying to find his home.

"well, I better get moving," he said brushing away the tear, "I need to find my home." He walked through what he perceived to be a rugged dessert, and didn't look back.

Don't worry my friends, this isn't the end,I still have a long way to go. Ready!... Reveiw!