Behind These Painted Masks
Epilogue
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Sokka's point of view
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Six months later…
"Sakora, stop pulling Saki's tail, she doesn't like that." I told the girl. She let go of the black cat's tail immediately; Saki didn't walk away but contented herself by rubbing her head all over the little girl. Weird cat, even weirder Avatar. "Toph where are they?"
My fiancée was splayed across a couch, she opened an opalescent eye, "Sokka calm down. This is your sister we're talking about. There is no way she would miss her own wedding."
"Still…" I look at the sun. "She's cutting it close."
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Zuko's point of view
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"C'mon Zuko! Just jump! Unless you're scared!"
I was standing on a cliff. Staring down into the pool below. Katara was yelling at me, swimming in the water. My feet were in a stream, the water careening off the edge into the deep lake below. "I'm not scared!" I yelled back.
"Well then why are your knees shaking?" I stopped them by putting my hands on my knees. I took a tentative step towards the cliffside.
"Fine! Countdown!" My voice echoed around the high walls.
"5…4…3…2…1!"
I jumped. No wonder I wasn't born an airbender. This is pure terror. I can't even scream I'm so scared. Katara's face focuses as I sped towards the pool. My feet broke the water and I submerged completely. Katara's tanned legs were fluttering above me. With two powerful kicks I surfaced, gasping for breath and blinking. Katara's laughing echoed and her hand placed on my cheek. As she swan closer I asked, "Doesn't it feel like we're supposed to be doing something?"
"Nah."