Epilogue: Happy Birthday
(written in actual book form)
Sokka stood with Suki on one of the many balconies on the western air temple. The warrior stared a the quarter moon and sighed.
"It's about your sister, isn't it?" Suki said comfortingly. Sokka nodded.
"She was so distressed... I can't believe that Cassandra would ever say something like that... I hate her."
Suki lay her hand on his shoulder. "You sister will be fine. She remembers everything now, and she'll heal. You'll see."
Sokka sighed again. Suki leaned against him, and he smiled a little. Then they kissed.
from her hiding place behind the wall, Cassandra saw everything.
"Oh Sokka," she whispered to no one in particular, "when I said that I didn't want anything for my birthday, I didn't expect that you'd really give me nothing. I at least expected a friendly word... No greeting, no "Happy Birthday, Cassandra", no friendly words..."
And from her hiding place, in a sweet melody, Cassandra poured her soul into her flute and played. Every ounce of heartbreak, every unshed tear, it was all reflected it that normally cheerful, familiar melody. It was meant to be a happy tune, and we all know it. It was so sad, so forlorn... wolves howled in the distance. Her mind formed the lyrics.
Leaves
from the vine,
falling
so slow,
like
fragile, tiny shells,
drifting
in the foam...
"Happy birthday, Cassandra. You're sixteen today." She whispered to herself, a single tear running down her face.