It's hard rewriting a story that has been out of my mind for a long time.
"Everyone gather your equipment. We're leaving to meet up with an Earth Kingdom army." Zuko yelled.
I was asleep in my tent. Toph was there and another waterbender. I didn't get her name, but she said that she escaped from the Northern tribe. She mentioned something about light-haired strangers, but we were interrupted before she could finish.
"Come on, Sugar Queen. We're leaving, and you need to find a good suit of armor." Toph said.
"I'll be there." I answered and got up.
The armory wasn't too far from my tent. Anzeng handed me an earthbender's style of armor, but it was in blue and silver. They were trying to look different from all nations as a mixture of everyone from different parts of the world were part of his new army. It felt good to finally be apart of the rebellion.
After getting the heavy armor on, Anzeng handed me a sword. I told him that I didn't need it, but he shouted that I would because if I was to run out of water then I'd have to use it. I felt awkward with it in my hands. It was heavy, and I hadn't had much time to regain my strength to fight. He also handed me a water skin so I wasn't completely useless to him.
Toph was with me the whole time, talking about fighting. She wouldn't stop either, like fighting was as natural as breathing.
"They're easy. Just freeze them, Sugar Queen and then stab them in the gut. It's simple, I can do it without sensing them by me." she was loudly saying.
"But I've never used a sword, let alone held one." I said.
"That's fine. All the Fire Lord's soldiers are usaully young boys or old men. Their cream of the crop is weakening." Toph said. She did seem to have made a hobby of giving pain to others.
Niether Zuko or Anzeng talked about what we were doing before leaving. I was a bit worried, but Toph told me again, that we're going to 'kick Fire Nation ass." We just started to march. The armor was heavy, and I had been free for a week. It didn't take long to tire.
When we camped, Toph and I talked some more. The seventeen year old had told me straight up, that I wasn't me, and that I was still a depressed, free slave. She couldn't blame me, though. She also told me that I needed a life. I frowned at her, even if she couldn't see it. It was hard to live normally when one was constantly abused.
"Thanks Toph. I feel better now." I told her, not really meaning it in a nice way.
"It's not a problem. I just thought that you would like to know that."
We both laughed. It felt good to laugh. Life was warming up to me, and it was about time.
Soon we were marching again. Marching, eating, sleeping; that's all we seemed to do. I'm not saying that I'm complaining about it. I'm saying that I wasn't expecting to be thrown into the war again so quickly without being able to return to normal first. But I guess that everyone was is as much as the same situation as me in wanting to finish this war. So, I'll march on.