Chapter 16: How's It Gonna Be
Well, still want to know you guys, what you think of my "fate" idea. For my next story, I'm thinking of doing some occasional commentary courtesy fate, so I want to know, do you guys think it's tacky or not. I think I'll do a sort of tester thing with that and post it in my profile. So I'll let you know when that's there and you can check it out. So, "fate" idea, tacky and cliché? Or alright? Let me know, ok? Ok, so this chapter is fun, I have the much awaited, or at least I hope much awaited, "Sokka Song." If anyone actually reads my author's notes, you'll know that I rewrote that portion. So anyway, it's to the tune of "Psycho Killer," by the Talking Heads, but I did some rearranging and of course the lyrics are changed. But one line is close because I just love it. So anyway, Chapter 16, a bit longer than the last few, that or my author's notes ramble, probably a bit of both, let 'er rip.
Azula couldn't remember the last time she had laughed. Had she ever truly laughed? Laughed for joy instead of victory, instead of laughing at someone else's pain. She had found it in such an unlikely place, with jet. The truth was, that Jet couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed either. Here in the white surf, the unlikely pair had found something special. They had found laughter among reason and love in the waves.
Azula smiled as their lips met as they had on many occasions. There was no use denying the heat and passion they felt. They rose and fell with the waves. Jet broke away.
"Sorry, but I'm starving."
A smile found its way onto Azula's face, a smile that a few months ago, maybe even a few weeks ago, could never have hoped to exist. She followed Jet out of the water.
Azula thought about her happiness. She was happy now, with Jet, and Earth Kingdom peasant. She could stay with him if she wanted. Maybe help the Avatar. Maybe even stop her father. Stop the war. Betray her Nation.
Or. She could leave him. She could go back to the Fire Nation. She could crush Earth Kingdom villages. She could hunt down half her family and the Avatar and watch them die. She would ensure that the Fire Nation won the war. And then what? She was the Princess, the only legitimate heir now. She would be married off to some noble to keep up the bloodline. Someone she didn't love. Would she have happiness?
She liked this happiness. She liked how Jet made her feel. Power didn't seem to matter as much. Azula realized she could use her power for things other than destruction.
Azula was confused by her choices and yet things were slowly becoming clearer each day she spent with Jet.
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Ursa felt an overwhelming wave of fatigue and tiredness, which seemed to be an indicator of her visions and prophetic dreams. Indeed, as soon as she closed her eyes, she slipped into a deep sleep.
Ursa watched the clouds from the windy mountaintop. She had been here before. It was where she had met Avatar Roku before. She waited for him to come, but he didn't come. A tall woman in a green kimono and white face paint came to stand next to her.
"Avatar Roku is busy," she said. "He asked me to come instead. I am Avatar Kyoshi."
Ursa bowed respectfully.
"There's no need for that. Stand straight." Ursa straightened. "I have a message from Roku about your daughter."
"Yes?"
"She is close. You will find her in a few days."
Ursa nodded.
"And, Ursa?"
"Yes?"
"She is near a turning point. The rebel too."
"Thank you."
Avatar Kyoshi nodded and left, leaving Ursa to a dreamless sleep.
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"Ok, Sokka. Are you ready to hear the song?" Chong asked.
Sokka nodded, fearing exactly what he had just agreed to.
Chong began to strum a soft melody. It was quiet and eerie. He began to sing:
Kept his head when we were trapped
Thought of plans, he's the best
Red mark, on his head
Helps him plan, or so she said
The words intrigued Sokka.
Name is Sokka
He's so great
SoSoSo SoSoSo Sokka
Better listen he knows knows knows the way
Oh Oh Oh Oh Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Chong paused to strum a little more of the rhythmic beat.
When maps don't work, he thinks of a better way
He talks a lot, but he's not saying anything
He knows what to say, when the time is right
Know what to do, he'll lead us on
Name is Sokka
He's so great
SoSoSo SoSoSo Sokka
Better listen he knows knows knows the way
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Name is Sokka
He's so great
SoSoSo SoSoSo Sokka
Better listen he knows knows knows the way
Oh Oh Oh Oh Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Chong watched his guitar intensely, each intricate fingering. Sokka was almost in a trance; watching and listening to him strum a long complicated beat adding extra notes to the melody. His guitar spoke when his voice did not.
Name is Sokka
He's so great
SoSoSo SoSoSo Sokka
Better listen he knows knows knows the way
Chong sang the last words softly and let the melody fade out.
(A/N To repeat myself again, though I'll probably mention one more time after this, these lyrics are written to the tune of "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads, and I rearranged it a bit and I kept some lines similar and part of the chorus the same, so I don't own that stuff, cool?)
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Jet watched Azula as they ate. She was happy with him. And he was happy with her. He couldn't hate her. Not anymore. He just couldn't. It was like lightning glass.
Jet didn't know what she wanted, but he knew what he wanted. He knew what he didn't want. He didn't want revenge. It wasn't worth it. It wouldn't bring his parents back. But he could help stop the war. Prevent his fate from being repeated. He didn't want to do it alone. He wanted Azula with him. If she chose him.
Ok. There's your chapter, well my chapter, I wrote it, but that set aside, the chapter. I actually felt like I've been using too many fragments (love those things cause… well who doesn't?). So I changed some into complete sentences and stuff. So that's my deal. Oh and I still want to know what you guys think about my fate idea. I really don't want to be cliché and ruin the story, so give me your honest opinion, because I need to know. And I'll let you know if I manage to do a tester for that. If I do it's be in my profile, so I'll let you know on that progress, but yeah, so just let me know. Again, the song was to the tune of "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads, I rearranged some things. Changed most of the lyrics to be about Sokka, but I did keep some things similar. And actually listen to the song, it's a classic. Oh, and I'm officially weirder than ever. I was carrying my flash drive around for awhile today. Anyway, I think that's it, so because I'm feeling like a Latin dork today, "Salvete, omnes!"