FIC: Prosperity More Shining (Avatar, gen, G)
Title: Prosperity More Shining
Author: Sineala
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: gen
Rating: G
Length: 200 words
Contains: Nothing requiring warnings.
Spoilers: The entire series, up to and including "Sozin's Comet."
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar.
Summary: After the war is over, Toph reflects on her decisions. A double drabble.
Notes: For gelishan, in celebration. Yes, I can write fandoms that aren't Eagle. First Avatar story, so I hope there are no hideous errors. Story also available on the AO3 here.
When she was six, Toph Bei Fong ran away from home. To this day, despite all her boasting, she's never sure how she did it the first time, always being watched, guarded. She's never sure how she knew where to go either. Maybe she sensed the badgermoles in their tunnels, with her untrained skills powerful even then. She is good. She knows that. She has always been the best. Everyone knows that now.
When she was twelve, she ran toward the Avatar. After all, who was going to train him better, she told herself? She'd always wanted to leave home. And it was different, having friends like normal kids. She liked it. Sokka. Katara. Aang. Even Zuko, and she's almost, almost forgiven him for the burns.
Now she's thirteen and there's nowhere left to run to. There's no reason to run. The war's over. She stands in the courtyard, hearing the laughter of her friends, feeling the ground steady under her feet, and -- still amazing! -- the metal all around her, in weapons, in armor, in jewelry. She thinks there will be more jewelry now. Fewer weapons.
And she doesn't want to run away anymore. Here, she is happy. She's staying.
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Author: Sineala
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: gen
Rating: G
Length: 200 words
Contains: Nothing requiring warnings.
Spoilers: The entire series, up to and including "Sozin's Comet."
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar.
Summary: After the war is over, Toph reflects on her decisions. A double drabble.
Notes: For gelishan, in celebration. Yes, I can write fandoms that aren't Eagle. First Avatar story, so I hope there are no hideous errors. Story also available on the AO3 here.
When she was six, Toph Bei Fong ran away from home. To this day, despite all her boasting, she's never sure how she did it the first time, always being watched, guarded. She's never sure how she knew where to go either. Maybe she sensed the badgermoles in their tunnels, with her untrained skills powerful even then. She is good. She knows that. She has always been the best. Everyone knows that now.
When she was twelve, she ran toward the Avatar. After all, who was going to train him better, she told herself? She'd always wanted to leave home. And it was different, having friends like normal kids. She liked it. Sokka. Katara. Aang. Even Zuko, and she's almost, almost forgiven him for the burns.
Now she's thirteen and there's nowhere left to run to. There's no reason to run. The war's over. She stands in the courtyard, hearing the laughter of her friends, feeling the ground steady under her feet, and -- still amazing! -- the metal all around her, in weapons, in armor, in jewelry. She thinks there will be more jewelry now. Fewer weapons.
And she doesn't want to run away anymore. Here, she is happy. She's staying.
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