Authors Note: I'm doing another one. Yeah! This one is for Sokka! Yay!! Please don't kill me if it isn't as good as the others. I try, scouts honor! (Although I quit scouts three years ago) Lol.

Dedication: Piezo! Thank you for giving me the final say on whether to do this or not!

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Avatar. Mike and Bryan do. I wish I owned it, then I could bend the characters to my will. Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!

Sorry if it's short.

Sokka couldn't believe this. He had been wandering around the Upper tier, just taking a stroll, then suddenly he realized he wandered in to the middle tier without his identification papers. Fabulous. So he resumed his wandering, hoping he could find Katara, Toph or Aang.

No such luck. Before he knows it, he's wandered into the lower tiers. Because he hadn't been paying attention. Man, why did these things happen to him?

Sokka could only hope one of his friends was here, but somehow he doubted that. He became angry with himself, stomping his way through the lower tiers, kicking up dust around his feet and into the air. His face was contorted into a grimace, and people around him scurried away, some actually laughing half-heartedly at his obvious frustration.

His shoulders drooped as he remembered the few times he would get lost among the icebergs and wintry snows back home. How he would go out happily, to have great adventures and fight penguins, to later start crying, wailing for his parents.

In the end his father would find him, and it would turn out that the village was only a left turn and a few paces beyond the iceberg.

He missed it.

Sokka found himself by a murky stream with questionable water running through a park where he heard music flowing from a nearby peach blossom tree. Its blossoms in full bloom and falling from its branches.

The music was very familiar.

Hush my baby

Was it what he thought it was? The tune was familiar, but it was too early in the song to tell.

He calmly walked up to the tree where a few mothers and their children sat around the musicians, some tossing coins into a small bowl in front of them. Sokka sat within the crowd, deciding it wouldn't hurt to listen.

My little boy, don't cry.

A wind ruffled Sokka's wolf tail as he stared at the musicians wide-eyed. A water tribe lullaby. For some reason his eyes started to blur and sting. He didn't know why, but he had been waiting to here this. A song his father and mother would sing to him at night. Something that he could grasp onto to remind himself of where he came from.

Sometimes he couldn't tell. Sometimes, it was too hard to recall, and a pain to remember. To the point where his chest would hurt when he saw anything that would remind him of his late mother, or a reminder that his father was at war.

You must be strong, to lead this tribe.

Sokka only had his little sister left. Even if she was sometimes a real pain, he loved her too pieces. She was a life raft that kept him from plunging into the waters of insanity. If she died, he would too. He would rather be dead then lose someone else he loved.

To carry on, through war and strife

As the words left the singer's mouth, Sokka felt a blow to the chest. It was like his parents were singing to him all over again. Teaching him a lesson. 'How?' he thought desperately. 'How can I carry on if those I care about keep getting ripped away from me?'

But, if they died, would they want Sokka to just give up? He knew what Katara and Toph would do. They'd hit him over the head, calling him a coward and a idiot for saying such things. Aang would shake his head and tell him that's not the right answer. While Momo and Appa would stare at him like they always did.

Be strong and untamed

How could he be strong? Well, he was physically. He liked to give himself that much credit, but another emotional blow? Was he crazy? Too go on this whole journey and risk himself as well as Katara? Now he had more too lose then he had to start. At least back in the South Pole, he was confident and sure.

How he missed the snow and blizzards, ice fishing and Gran Gran. Would he ever see home again?

But gentle and sure.

Sokka thought about it carefully, and decided home was where the heart is. Besides, didn't he have a piece of home right here? Where a Tribal lullaby was being sung? In Katara, and in Aang, Toph, and Suki? A new family too care for and keep him strong?

Like the ocean and moon.

Also a moon that would shine lovingly on him at night, and would remind him to stay firm and be careful. Yue…

He would stand his ground.

Sokka closed his eyes and inhaled the subtle sweet scent of peach blossoms.

Yes, he would hold on.

So my child, endure.