CH12
After the strange appearance that had caused so much destruction the only noise heard was the wind flowing through the trees. Or what was left of them. After the mist cleared everyone saw her barely standing. Her knees buckled as she fell. Sokka ran forward and caught her before she hit the ground.
"No!" he called out, grasping her body in his hands. So pale, so still, so, so lifeless.
Not again...not again...
He noticed that the silver pendant that had cause this madness was no longer around her neck, but in her hand. He gently pried it out of her cold fist, clenched so tightly in frustration. And anger.
A stunning silence had everyone gripped at their throats. All were astonished. Curious. Afraid. Yet, no noise escaped. As he held her body, Katara almost approached him, but something stopped her. Not sure what, she simply gazed openmouthed at the sight. As Sokka held her, his mind was racing.
Why? How could this have happened again? Again? No, not again!
He began crying softly at the sight of her. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping. Now, as he gripped her hand, he noticed the burn on her wrist. It had encircled her wrist like a bracelet. Curious as to what he would find, he pushed back her hair that always covered the side of her face. He gasped. A red mark raced from the edge of her eye down to her chin. A series of small red scratches surrounded it. So much left to learn from so many secrets kept for so long.
The sky grew darker as clouds rolled overhead. A light rain fell. It seemed as if the world was crying. As if by a miracle, Yroki gasped, her voice near a whisper. Her mouth folded tightly and her eyes squeezed shut, she bit her lower lip and slowly cocked her head. Her chest heaved up and down as she fought for breath. And soon found it. Sokka held her even more tightly. Smiling.
"She's alive," he said.
Katara smiled. "She is?" she asked eagerly.
Sokka nodded and Katara clasped her hands to her mouth. Despite the new wave of relief that had just washed over them all, the sky was still grey and the rain continued to fall as if in mourning.
Tears still fell, but for joy now. Sokka couldn't bring himself to let go of Yroki. She was actually alive. After sitting there through the rain the clouds finally parted to reveal a full moon. Sokka looked up as the moon light showered them. He was sure that he had seen a familiar face. Watching. Always. Just as she had promised.
AN-WOO-HOO! IT'S FINALLY DONE! I THOUGHT I'D NEVER FINISH IT! OH YEAH BABY! WOOT! YEAH! okay...glad you guys liked it...IT'S DONE...IT'S DONE...IT'S DONE! YES! YES! YES! YES! Yeah...you see my enthusiasm..I'd like to thank all of my reviewers and fans...glad you enjoyed this fanfic...I enjoyed writing it...IT'S OVER!