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Anzeng led me to his newly put up tent. It was oddly done, and just how my brother would do. The tarp wasn't on.

"What was it you needed to tell me about my brother?" I asked. I wanted to know.

"He's going to visit you in a bit." He said. That wasn't a specific answer.

"A bit? How long is a bit supposed to be?" I snapped at him.

"Um, well, I'm not exactly sure how long a bit it, but he's coming. He just has to gather what courage he needs to take the blunt of your attitude." Anzeng said.

Either I was obvious to what he was saying, or I was just angry, for that was a huge hint to what he was about to say.

"Gather courage? Did he send you a message or something?" I feel dumb looking back at this.

"Sure," Anzeng seemed worried,"Exactly, I've been lying to you the whole time, but before I tell the truth, here's some pickled sea prunes."

"How in the world did you, you sick bastard. You've been lying to me he whole time. I'm going to shove my boot up,"

"Alright I get the point."

"But how could you do this to me, Sokka."

"Shhh! Don't say it out loud. No one else knows I'm not really Anzeng."

At this point, I felt stupider than Sokka has ever done, on purpose or accident. I hate being related to a sarcastic, moron.

"Why did you keep this a secret though? It doesn't make any sense at all." I asked, not so angry.

"Do you know what a Sokka scar is?"

"Yes. The Fire soldiers would describe it as a coward's mark. I always wondered why it was called that."

He showed me something that makes me wish that I didn't ask or wanted to know. He took off his helmet, and moved his hair out of the way. He didn't have a left ear.

"This is a Sokka scar. I got it after I was captured by the Fire Nation. If I'm correct, aren't all slaves in the Fire Nation benders?" he said. I was feeling depressed again, and I was trying not to yell at my brother for not coming out in the first place.

"Yes they are. You weren't worth keeping, I'm assuming."

"Exactly. The Fire Lord himself cut it off, and it's somewhere in the Fire Nation. My ear's a trophy." Sokka joked. It wasn't very funny, and he soon found out that I had no sense of humor anymore.

"Sorry. Anyways, I got it from not being a bender. They let me go, thinking that I would die from being dishonored, but then I ran into a man by the name of Anzeng." He stopped for a bit, but continued. He was fighting back tears.

Sokka spend a year with Anzeng. He said that he was being trained by him, on how to fight. Anzeng was a master at hand-to-hand combat, and a master earthbender. Sokka trained with him for a year, but Anzeng was hunted down and killed.

Sokka, knowing that his name was a Fire Nation joke, changed it to Anzeng. Sokka then, somehow, found Suki. Suki wasn't the Kyoshian that he married, but another one of her warriors. He lived on Kyoshi, until Zuko recruited him.

I felt bad for him; he hadn't seen his son in three years, he seemed less sarcastic, and wasn't Sokka. In two ways, too.

Sokka said that he was planning on going to see Hiro and his wife Kirma soon. He asked me if I wanted to go. I said hell yes. I wasn't going to not ever see my nephew, (That's odd to say).

"Good, because he's a waterbender and I can't train him." Sokka said, almost begging me to come, "Kirma says that he keeps bringing water into the house and splashing it everywhere. I feel horrible for not being able to train him on waterbending."

"So you wish you could bend 'magic water' now, don't you." I laughed at his face.

"YES! My poor wife is being tortured by a race of benders that are supposed to be extinct."

I frowned at him.

"Sorry." Sokka said.

"It's alright. I suppose I will have to learn to live with it."

"Or you could live with our 'kin in dem dere swamps.'" Sokka said, mocking the waterbenders in the swamp.

"I would rather become a slave again. I got fed better with spicy food, than eating bugs." I said.

"But then I could tell everyone about my sister that lives in a swamp and eating giant bugs. So much for bragging." Sokka laughed at me.

"Yep, I ruined that dream for you." I said sarcastically. I'm more like Sokka now than he is himself.

Now that I know that Anzeng is Sokka, I feel completely stupid for not knowing any of the signs about that. The blue eyed Kyoshian, the very sarcastic tone, the tarp and tent (how could I no figure that one out?) and him just randomly coming to the hot springs. I'm going back to hiding, and I'm never ever coming out.

I hope that's Sokka-ness enough for all of you. There will be more.