Well here we are Chapter 11! I'm so excited and this story isn't even too the main plot! I'm thinking this story will be about 30 chapters or so. Then I have ideas for even more stories I'm excited to share! You won't be getting rid of me for a while.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar the last Airbender :'''''''(
Hours went by. Sokka had only managed to get the nail even more stuck in the wooden ground. The only way it was coming out, was with some sort of tool, which Sokka, of course, didn't have.
His fingers had long since been bleeding, his fingernails torn, revealing the pink skin underneath. He slumped in defeat.
Footsteps echoed down the hall. He had only one visitor his whole time there which had been about four days, but then again Zhao didn't really count.
The door to his cell slide open halfway, and stood in the door was a guard. He looked down at Sokka in disgust. Sokka knew he was dirty, he hadn't had a shower in days! But, come on! Was it really that bad? He clenched his fist, thinking to himself that punching this guard would only cause trouble.
The guard held a tray made of metal in his hands with a bowl of something sitting on top of it. He set the bowl down in front of him and nudged it toward Sokka with his foot.
His mouth watered, his stomach growled, reminding Sokka how hunger his was. After the first couple days, the gnawing pain in his stomach just became a numbing feeling and he was constantly dizzy. He was sure if there was an ounce of food in his stomach, it would be thrown up in a heartbeat.
The night before had been the worst for Sokka. Nightmares, vivid and gruesome haunted his mind and bunting into his head every time he closed his eyes. Images of Aang in the Avatar State and being shot down, hitting the ground and melting into a puddle of blood, Toph swallowed by the earth, Suki's own fans slicing across her stomach, a line of blood spouting from the wound her mouth in an endless 'O' of pain.
The worst came more frequently than the others, running through his mind in a repeating pattern of horror, each time more terrifying than the last. In this recurring nightmare, Sokka had his meteor sword, and his sister was standing right infront of him. He raised the sword above his head, a smile creeping at his lips, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.
Her eyes widened in shock, she began to shake and shiver crying out for him to stop and have mercy. In one swift motion, the sword was driven through her heart. And he just laughed as she died from the wound inflicted by his own hand.
Sokka hated this dream Sokka. He may just have been a figment of his imagination, but it brought with it a sense of looming dread like a storm, filling his head with senseless terror. But mostly Sokka hated himself for dreaming such a horrible dream.
He started himself out of his thinking at looked at the contents of the bowl. It looked like someone took dirty dish water, scooped it into a bowl, and added a few pieces of carrot for "flavor", but at this point, Sokka was too hungry to care.
Sokka gingerly picked up the bowl and the wooden spoon that seemingly appeared next to it. The soldier ambled out the door muttering under his breath something Sokka couldn't hear, nor did he care.
He was currently having a staring contest with the bowl of "soup," but as soon as the door shut behind the guard, Sokka downed the soup in three big glops, pausing slightly to chew the carrots. The bland taste of the meal was nothing to Sokka. No matter how good it felt to finally get something in his stomach, it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy his aching belly.
Sokka leaned back against the wall, letting the coolness of the wall spread over his back. His eyes drifted close before popping open again. Sokka snatched the spoon off the ground furiously. It was very small and wooden, smoothed out around the edges. It would be perfect as a lever.
He scooted over the his current project and shoved the wooden object between the floorboard and the head of the nail. Putting his full weight on the handle the nail flew out with ease... right into Sokka's forehead.
Rubbing the spot that the nail whacked, Sokka grabbed the nail off the ground and clutched it tightly in his hand. Then he laid down and put a blank look on his face.
Aang easily redirected the stream of water sent to him by the waterbending master. He waved it back toward her head , but she quickly wiped it down to the cool crystal lake they were standing in.
Through some trees in the ancient temple, Aang had taken Katara to this serene spot. A clear waterfall fell gracefully from a high peak, so high Katara had to crane her neck just to see the top.
Small moon peach trees lined the shore, there fresh fruit hanging over the water, inviting the couple to pick them. Soft pink petals drifted on the water, swaying with the waves caused by the two masters.
The water was so clear, they could see straight to the snow white sand underneath their feet. Katara raised her hands above her head and sent a large wave toward her airbender. He decided to give her a laugh and dramatically let the wave sweep over him knocking him off his feet.
He popped his head up to find Katara laughing hysterically. A devilish idea filled his mind and he slid back into the water. Using his waterbending, he shot himself toward his girlfriend and knocked her clean off her feet.
Surprised by the sudden takedown, the master waterbender couldn't react in time. In a frenzy of legs and arms, somehow Aang landed on top of Katara, holding down her arms and smiling down at her. He sat on her while she giggled and stared into his stormcloud eyes.
Aang's eyes suddenly drooped and he started to lean over, his lips inches from hers. Under normal circumstances, Katara would have waterbended him off, but she couldn't bring herself to move. Katara closed her eyes and eagerly awaited his lips to be on hers.
The kiss was gentle and loving, laying out everything they had between them in one kiss. That was love. The rest of the day was spent relaxing, waterbending, and goofing around. It was a day neither of them would ever forget.
At the end of the day, when the sky was burning with color and life, Aang slid his glider open and flew them to the top of the cliff. The whole air temple was laid out in front of them, ready to be explored. It was truly beautiful.
They sat up by a large rock their backs pressed firmly against the cool gray stone. They watch the lights swirl around them, the clouds lighting up in different colors, reds, pinks, purples, oranges, and hints of blue sky underneath. Katara rested her head on his shoulders and her arms found their way around his chest.
The sun sat low in the sky when Aang looked over and found Katara asleep, a small smile formed on her lips. He couldn't help but think of her incredible beauty. She wasn't a regular girl, she was smart, brave, funny, gorgeous, everything Aang loved about her. In his eyes, she had no flaws. Wow. only one day until we go home. Tomorrow we will have to go home, go home to the fighting, endless war meetings, and no privacy at all. He sighed, this had been the best week of his life! Now it would all end.
At least he would get to see his friends again. He missed them terribly. With thoughts of reunions and lifelong friendships, Aang drifted into a deep sleep, the most peaceful sleep he had in awhile.
Sokka's head ached. His arms and legs were stiff and sore. He was still in the same spot he'd been in for a few hours or it felt like days. Finally, soft footsteps could be heard coming down the hall, making their way to the cell that held the "dead" Sokka. At least that was his plan.
The door swung open and the guard stepped in. A loud gasp ripped through the air and the footsteps drew near quickly. A hard poke was sent to his shoulder. The guard was mumbling something that sounded alot like 'I'm dead... direct orders... Azula,"
Then suddenly, Sokka jumped up from his motionless position and dug the nail deep into the man's arm, just above the elbow. The man jumped back in surprise but, before he could make a sound, Sokka's hand was clamped over his mouth in a heartbeat.
After the guard had been stripped of his keys, he was thrown against the back wall and the door was slammed shut in his face. Sokka locked the door, spun the keys around his finger, and set off down the hallway, a slight smirk on his face.
Toph couldn't stand it anymore! The achs, the pain, and the hunger! She was absolutely starving. It's had been days since her last meal with her parents.
Her head felt so light headed. She knew if things went on like this, she wouldn't last much longer. A knock came from the door, barely audible. She croaked a response. Before she could see the figure in the doorway, everything blacked out.
OH MY GOD THAT TOOK FOREVER! I'm so sorry! I feel terrible! I am soooo busy it's not even funny! I'm a failure! :((((
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