five cries of the owl were heard - "Avatar" fic - PG - 2/2
Title: five cries of the owl were heard
Fandom: “Avatar: The Last Airbender”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU-Sozin’s Comet does not exist, Iroh and Zuko never met up after their separation, and I have kindamaybesorta bent the timeline to suit my needs.
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 8860
Point of view: third
part 1
You will walk with greatness, Mom told Zuko, on the last night he ever saw her. You will be great. Stay strong, my beloved son. Trust in yourself and your uncle.
She kissed his forehead. Remember, Zuko. You are a good boy. I know that. I know you can change the world for the better.
Know this, Zuko, she whispered, trailing fingers along his face. I love you. I did it for you.
And she was gone. Zuko woke the next morning to Father the new Fire Lord, Grandfather Azulon dead, and Uncle Iroh on his way home, grief-stricken and weary.
But Zuko remembered Mom’s words and when he stood up to the generals, he knew she’d be proud.
o0o
Aang stared at Sokka. Sokka slowly walked forward, eyes on the ground and fists clenched.
“Let me up!” Azula screamed. Aang jumped; he’d forgotten about her. He glanced her way and winced at the hatred on her face. “You can’t do this to me!” she continued. “I’m Ozai’s daughter, Heir of the Fire Nation! I’ll be Fire Lord someday.”
Sokka walked to her, his steps steady and sure, and knelt in front of her. “Do you know my name?”
Katara tried to go to them, but sifu Iroh caught her hand. “No, my dear,” he whispered. “This is his time.”
“But how-” Katara began.
Aang said in wonder, “He’s a ’bender.”
Toph came up beside sifu Iroh and he took her hand, too, as Sokka asked again, “Do you know my name, Fire Princess?”
Azula bared her teeth. “You’re a Water Tribe peasant and as soon as I’m free, I’m going to kill you.”
Aang could not see Sokka’s face, but he sounded sad when he said, “No, you’re not.”
Katara reached out, gripping Aang’s hand tightly, threading their fingers together.
“I’ll spare your soldiers, Princess,” Sokka said. “I’ll let them live. But you…” He sank back on his heels and Aang couldn’t imagine the expression he wore. “You are too much of a threat.”
Toph whispered, “Old Man-what’s happening?”
Katara turned away and sifu Iroh bowed his head, but Aang watched as Sokka’s hand moved, a knife clenched in his fist, flashing in the sunlight. Azula sagged down, throat gaping, blood gushing out.
Sokka made no sound as he stood. He kept his back to his friends and addressed Azula’s surviving soldiers. “At dawn tomorrow,” he said, voice bare of all emotion, “return to the Fire Nation and tell Ozai what happened here.”
Turning to face Aang and the rest, he said softly, “Let’s go.”
Sokka led the way to Appa and none of them-even Momo-made a sound as they packed up. Sokka met none of their eyes.
Once seated on Appa, Aang tried to think of something-anything-to say. He looked back to see Toph settle next to Sokka, hands wrapped around his arm, while Katara was on the far side of the saddle, staring into the distance.
Sifu Iroh nodded to Aang. “Young Avatar,” he said. “We have far to go.”
I do not believe it is your destiny to kill my brother, sifu Iroh had told him by light of the full moon, so many months ago.
Aang wanted to curl up next to Gyatso and sob because Sokka just killed a girl and her blood still flowed in his mind.
He said, “Yip-yip,” and they took to the air.
o0o
Katara refused to look at her brother. Iroh knew that she needed to come to terms with what she’d seen. Aang’s gaze skittered from Sokka and back; Iroh thought, Have you ever seen true death before? You are so full of life, so full of wonder.
Iroh heard tell of what happened at the North Pole, when the Avatar decimated the Fire Nation fleet. Many soldiers had never been recovered and hundreds were found dead.
But that was not Aang. That was the Avatar Spirit, angered and defensive.
By firelight, the Avatar is a child. By firelight, so is Sokka.
But there is one, Iroh had said as Zuko slept, who has the raw strength of a roaring ocean.
Azula, his terrifying, broken niece, is dead, killed by a half-trained Water Tribe boy.
“Sokka,” he said quietly, meeting the boy’s anguished eyes. “You did what was necessary, Sokka,” he assured. “She would not stop until all five of us were dead and the world aflame.”
“I made her helpless,” Sokka whispered, his first words since Azula died. “I made her helpless and then I killed her.” He surged to his feet, Toph flinching away at the sudden movement, which shocked Iroh. Surely she had felt the potential energy there… They all stared at Sokka as he bit out, “Tell me that’s alright.”
Iroh could not. He had killed prisoners before, on orders of his father, but he was a different man, then. And thankfully, the Dragon of the West had never been in the position to execute a child.
Sokka nodded slowly. “I thought so,” he murmured and spun on his heel to storm into the darkness.
Bowing his head, Iroh sighed.
“What happened?” Toph asked. “I know that Sokka did something-”
“He killed Azula,” Katara snarled. “And stopped the soldiers on his own.”
Toph frowned. “Sokka?”
Aang brought his knees up, wrapping his arms around them. “Sifu Iroh,” he said. “You knew.”
Katara focused on him, glaring. “What?” she demanded. “You knew Sokka could do that?”
Iroh inclined his head. “My family has passed down a legend of a master ’bender who would come and remake the world. My grandfather believed himself to be the one.”
“He wasn’t?” Aang asked. “But he started the war.”
“Yes,” Iroh answered. “He started the war.” Gazing into the night, seeing Sokka in his mind, blade singing through the air, biting into Azula’s pale, thin throat, he finished, “But Sozin did not win.”
o0o
Toph felt Sokka in the distance. It seemed like he was fighting against something, but no one else’s feet touched the ground.
He’d killed Azula. He’d stopped the soldiers. He was a ’bender, the kind of legends. A humanbender. Could anything stop him?
“But if Sokka can ’bend,” Katara asked suddenly, “then why did Hama control him?”
“The bloodbender? I imagine Sokka suspected but did not yet know,” Old Man Iroh said.
Toph wanted to go after Sokka, to tell him he was still Sokka, still her friend. But did he want to hear? Maybe he should be alone.
Katara scoffed. “Not know? I’ve always known I was a waterbender.”
“Yes,” Old Man said. “But elements are different from the power in your brother.”
Sokka shouldn’t be alone. So Toph got up and left the fire without a word, followed the earth’s directions to her friend.
“Toph,” Aang called after her.
“Let her go,” Old Man said.
Katara threw herself onto the dirt; Toph heard her say, “I don’t even know my brother.”
He was still Sokka, Toph knew. Still the boy who told stupid jokes and made sarcastic comments that were never as funny as he thought-Toph stopped as she realized, It’s been months since he did that. When’s the last time I really heard him laugh?
Sokka had been struggling with the burden of ’bending alone. Toph had focused on the mission and training Aang. They all had.
Toph wanted to bang her head onto a wall. She had let Sokka down, horribly. So she hurried to him and knelt beside him and said, “You’re still Sokka to me.”
“You don’t want to be friends with me,” he said, voice hoarse. Toph would have given her ’bending to see his face. “I’m a monster, Toph.”
“No,” she said fiercely, reaching out to pick his hand off the dirt. “You’re Sokka. You’re kind and good and-”
Sokka turned away, whispering, “I killed her, Toph. She was no threat and I killed her.”
Toph leaned forward, grasping the air until she found his face. “Look at me, Sokka,” she said and waited till he turned back. “Azula, from what I know, would always be a threat. She was crazy and powerful and would have killed us all with no hesitation if we’d ever been at her mercy.”
Sokka tried to pull away, but she kept her fingers tight on his chin. “Sokka,” she said, “I still love you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
He collapsed forward and she caught him. He buried his face in her neck, sobbing; she only made out a few words of his litany, I’m sorry and monster among them.
Katara would be better suited for this, or Old Man. Even Twinkle Toes. But she was here and she hadn’t seen it. “You’re not a monster, Sokka,” she whispered. “You’re not a monster.”
He didn’t respond, but his arms tightened around her, so she kept holding on.
o0o
Zuko learned about Azula’s death from a contingent of Fire Nation soldiers. The entire force in the Earth Kingdom was talking about it.
He didn’t know how to feel-she had been horrible, tormenting him her whole life-but she was his sister. There were a few memories from the earliest parts of his life that had been happy with her, but so few.
Azula was their father’s favorite, the firebending prodigy who could throw lightning at age five, something most grown ’benders never managed. Azula had been born wrong, twisted and cruel.
He knelt in the dirt and thought back to their childhood, to those final days before the banishment. No, he realized. Azula, I do not regret your death.
Zuko stood. Azula fought the Avatar and lost. The Avatar was heading to the Fire Nation, to challenge the Fire Lord. Whether he needed Zuko’s help or not, Zuko would offer it. At the least, he’d see Uncle again.
o0o
Katara could not sleep. Had it only been hours before, a day at the most, when she had worried about her brother, when she had decided to spend more time with him? Because he was not here-he’d stormed into the darkness and Toph had followed.
She did not know her own brother. To think-for months they’d wondered about the fifth kind of ’bending-humanbending-and the greatest master of all shared their campfire and told stupid jokes.
Sokka, she thought, looking up at the sliver of moon, I’m frightened.
Katara could bloodbend, but what Sokka had done-she shivered. If I’m frightened, she realized, then Sokka must be terrified.
She crawled out of her bedroll and walked from the campsite, in the direction her brother had gone. For all her life, he had been there, ready to help her, to offer support no matter what she did or needed. And from the moment she met Aang, Sokka fell to the wayside. Aang became the most important thing in the world. But he’s the Avatar, she argued. Of course he’s important. He will save us all.
Will he? a doubting voice asked in her mind. It sounded like GranGran. Who stopped Azula?
Katara shook her head, jerking a hand through her hair. “Quiet,” she hissed. “I’ll talk to Sokka and he’ll explain everything.”
In the dark of the forest, she got turned around and confused. Flickering lights danced between the trees.
“Katara!” Sokka called and she spun, shrieking, flinging a waterdagger at him. He dodged and it lodged in a tree. He held up his hands and didn’t move.
She raised a hand to her chest, trying to calm down. “Sokka,” she gasped. “Don’t sneak up on me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Toph told me you were lost, so here I am.”
They looked at each other in silence for a moment before Katara lunged to him and clutched him hard. “I’m so so sorry, Sokka,” she whispered. “I’ve been horrible to you.”
He held her, kissed the crown of her head. “You’ve had a lot on your mind,” he forgave her. “It’s alright.” He rubbed her back. “Toph’s headed on back to camp,” he said. “We should, too.”
He tried to pull away, but Katara’s fingers dug into his shirt. “Tell me,” she said, leaning back to meet his eyes. “How long have you known?”
Sokka tried to lower his gaze, but Katara lifted a hand to his chin and held him in place. “Sokka.”
“I first suspected on Suki’s island,” he said. “But I didn’t know for sure till after Iroh joined us. And then I practiced, because I couldn’t have it turning on us.”
“Who have you used it on?” she asked.
Now he jerked away, turning his back on her. “People in towns,” he said. “Other travelers. I’ve caught dozens of bounty hunters and soldiers trying to capture or kill us.” Sokka’s spine was tense and fine tremors shook him. “I learned everything they knew and sent them away with no memories of us.”
“Sokka…”
“Yes,” he answered the question she had yet to ask. “If they’re ’benders, I can ’bend through them.”
Katara lowered her head. He sounded so old, so weary. “Sokka,” she said, stepping up behind him. “I love you.”
He turned his head, looking at her out the corner of his eye. She held out a hand. “let’s go back to camp.”
“Okay,” he said softly, taking her hand.
He was still Sokka. And she would not leave him alone in the dark again.
o0o
By day they flew for hours, always towards the Fire Nation. They stopped for supplies and practiced at evening or night. Sokka hunted or scouted, and the others always watched him.
He never spoke of the day he killed Azula.
As Iroh cooked supper for the four carnivores one night, Aang asked, “Sokka, will you ’bend me?”
Sokka’s boomerang fell from his fingers as he stared at Aang in shock. “What?”
Aang calmly met his eyes. “I want to know how it feels.”
Sokka shook his head, backing away. “Not a chance, Aang. You’re my friend. Plus,” he added desperately, “you remember Hama. That’s what it feels like.”
“Please,” Aang said.
Sokka turned to Iroh. “Tell him I can’t,” he begged.
Iroh looked at him, then turned to Aang. “Do you know what you’re asking of him, Avatar?”
Aang nodded. His eyes were big and sad as he stepped close and gripped Sokka’s hand tight. “Please, Sokka,” he said softly. “I need to know. And we need to see how powerful you are.”
Sokka stared down into Aang’s grey-blue eyes and wondered when the boy he found in an iceberg grew into this warrior. “Are you sure?”
Aang said, “I trust you” and Sokka reluctantly reached into his mind.
o0o
Iroh watched as the young Avatar backed away from Sokka. Sokka did not move but Aang stretched out a hand; beneath their feet, the earth trembled. Aang’s other hand gestured to Katara. Her water-skin jerked, the strap snapping; it flew to his fingers and he uncorked the top.
Aang created a waterwhip and a miniature mountain in the shape of the Fire Nation palace. Where Sokka had seen it, Iroh didn’t know. Aang destroyed it with the ’whip and then sent the water back into the ’skin before tossing it to Katara.
“If Sozin or Ozai were ’benders like you,” Iroh whispered, “there would no hope at all.”
Aang staggered, raising a hand to his head. He looked at Sokka, eyes wide. “It was-” he said. “I don’t-how-”
Sokka turned and rushed from camp like horrible spirits chased him. Iroh knew the only spirits were inside him: guilt and regret and shame, and maybe a sliver of pride.
Aang tried to follow but Katara said, “Don’t. He needs to be alone right now.”
Finally, Toph spoke. “Someone tell me exactly what happened before I drop a mountain on your heads.”
Iroh sank onto a convenient rock and took a deep breath. He told her.
o0o
Zuko caught up with the Avatar and Uncle at the Fire Nation border. He tried to ghost into their camp like he’d done into Zhao’s fortress, but the dirt swallowed him up to his waist.
“Looks like I caught a big rat,” a small girl said. Zuko studied her-she must be the blind earthbender. Uncle stepped up behind her, one hand on her shoulder. Joy lit up his face before he smoothed out his expression.
“Nephew,” he said. “Why are you here?”
The two Water Tribe peasants came from the other side and the Avatar floated to the ground right in front of Zuko.
“I have come,” Zuko said to Uncle while meeting the Avatar’s gaze, “to offer my services.”
“Your services?” the waterbender snorted. “Every time we met up with you, you lost.”
Zuko glanced over at her, thought about ’bending her, and discarded the idea. There were too many masters around-the little earthbender, the Avatar, and Uncle. Besides, he’d come to ally himself to them.
“Anyway,” the peasant continued, “we already have a firebending master.”
The Water Tribe boy stepped forward. “Toph,” he said quietly, meeting Zuko’s questioning gaze. “Let him go.”
The girl sighed. “Fine,” she pouted and the earth spit him out.
Zuko flipped mid-air to land on his feet. He slowly stood to his full height.
“Iroh,” the Water Tribe boy asked, “Do you trust him?”
Zuko turned to look at his uncle, the only blood kin he claimed as family. He dropped all of his masks, lade bare everything he was.
“Yes,” Uncle said.
The boy kept walking, stopping only when he was face-to-face with Zuko. “Tell me, Prince Zuko,” he said. “What do you hope to gain?”
A lie would damn him. Of that, he was sure. “My throne,” he answered. “Ozai is mad. He was never a worthy Fire Lord.”
“If you betray us,” the boy promised, “I will end you.”
Zuko nodded. “Understood.”
The peasant turned to the Avatar. “Your call.”
The Avatar looked at Zuko, staff in hand. “When we were in the woods, after Zhao,” he said. “I asked you a question.”
Zuko bowed his head. “I gave it a great deal of thought, after,” he admitted. “I think… yes.”
The Avatar smiled, holding out a hand. “I’m Aang.”
Zuko slowly reached out and gripped the small, calloused palm in his own. “Zuko,” he replied.
Uncle rushed to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I worried about you,” he confessed. “A year and a half with no contact…”
“I’m sorry, Uncle.” He buried his face in Uncle’s shoulder. “I should have come back, but I needed to do something real.”
They separated and Uncle said, “I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
Katara was the waterbender, Toph the blind earthbender, Momo the lemur, and Appa the only flying bison left in the world.
“And him?” Zuko asked, nodding to the boy who had him released.
Uncle smiled. “Sokka,” he said, raising his voice slightly. “I believe you and my nephew have much to discuss.”
Sokka nodded. “Tomorrow,” he said.
o0o
Toph could not sleep because Katara kept shifting, grumbling, rolling over. Aang had curled up on Appa. Old Man had long ago dropped off, and Zuko was awake but not moving.
Sokka had gone on a walk; Toph felt him in the distance. He paused and Toph flinched a little when Zuko stood with no warning at all.
If she could see, she’d be staring at him. Only Sokka had ever moved without a hint before the action, and she now knew that he was a ’bender. So… could Zuko be a ’bender? Then why didn’t he make her let him go?
Maybe there were too many of us, she mused. If he’d tried to control me, Sokka would’ve crushed him.
She thought about following Zuko-she guessed he was looking for Sokka. Their conversation was sure to be fascinating.
Instead, because it really was none of her concern, she stretched out on the dirt and tried to sleep.
o0o
Zuko tracked the Water Tri-Sokka to the foothills separating the Nation from the Kingdom. Sokka stood with his hands clasped behind his back, head bowed.
“When I interrogated some soldiers,” Sokka said, “I learned about a bandit called the Blue Spirit.” He turned, glancing at Zuko. “That was you, right?”
Nodding, Zuko stepped up next to him. “I thought I could make amends for what my family had done.”
Sokka smiled and looked back at the border. “Did it work?”
Zuko shook his head.
They stood in silence until Sokka asked, “How many nonbenders can you control at a time?”
Jerking his head around, Zuko stared at him. After a moment, Zuko answered, “Twenty. I only found a few earthbenders to practice on, but one was a master. I had him for almost an hour. Also, about ten firebenders at a time.”
Sokka ‘hmmed’, raising a hand to his chin. “Well,” he said, “That’ll work, I guess.”
“Are you…” Zuko began. “Are you like me?”
Sokka chuckled, but Zuko never heard a more mirthless sound. “Oh no, Prince Zuko,” he murmured. “I’m not like you.”
The silence lasted until Sokka asked, “The earthbending master-what was his name?”
“King Bumi,” Zuko answered.
Sokka’s laugh rang out. “That man got on my nerves.” He looked at Zuko, gaze appraising. “Aang didn’t kill your sister,” he said. “You know that, right?”
Zuko shook his head. “All the rumors said they had a duel and Azula lost.”
He waited, meeting Sokka’s gaze; before the other boy spoke, Zuko realized, “You killed her.”
Sokka nodded. “I’m not like you, Zuko,” he repeated. “Anymore than a winter chill is like a blizzard that buries towns.”
While Zuko searched for something to say, Sokka continued, “I’m going to kill your father and I need to know where you stand with that.”
Zuko reached up to touch his scar; the skin was rough against his fingers. “I should be the one to kill him, Sokka.”
“No.” Sokka shook his head. “I need you with Katara and the others. They are powerful, but if they get overrun, you can drop the soldiers where they stand.”
Zuko thought about it. Sokka looked up at the sky, at the full moon shining down. “When’s the last time you played with fire?”
Shrugging, Zuko followed his gaze. “I had two firebenders battle each other a few weeks back.”
“No, Zuko.” Sokka nudged his shoulder. “You’re gonna be the Fire Lord. You should use your firebending again.”
Zuko lowered his gaze. “It’s been months,” he said. “I turned my back on firebending when I became the Blue Spirit.”
Sokka nodded. “I know.” He clapped his hand on Zuko’s shoulder. “Tomorrow you’re going to practice with Aang and Iroh.”
“Okay,” Zuko agreed, wondering if Sokka was ’bending him. Zuko had never capitulated so easily in his life, except to Mom.
“And no,” Sokka added. “I’m not using any magic on you. My idea just rocks, that’s all. Now, let’s get on back to camp.”
Sokka led the way.
o0o
Aang rose with the sun, not surprised to see Zuko and sifu Iroh already up.
“My nephew has asked to join our firebending exercises, young Avatar,” sifu Iroh told him as he joined them at the campfire. Sifu Iroh poured three mugs of tea. “I have agreed.”
Accepting his mug, Aang said, “That’s okay.”
Sifu Iroh gave him a pleased, proud smile. Zuko inclined his head gravely. “Thank you, Aang,” he said. “I’m out of practice. It’s been almost a year.”
Aang stared at him. “You haven’t used your firebending at all?” he asked.
Zuko shrugged. “My father firebends,” he said, which explained nothing.
“Yes, Nephew,” sifu Iroh said mildly. “But so do I.”
Zuko blinked and looked at him. “You do,” he said slowly. “Uncle, you do.”
The grin that spread across his face seemed completely out of place, but it made Aang smile in response.
They cobbled together a quick breakfast; Aang was eager to show off, to prove himself to Zuko-he was not the boy Zuko had chased across the world. He was a firebending master, now.
Zuko settled on a log, Momo next to him and begging for treats. Aang and sifu Iroh bowed to each other and began to spar.
Firebending was exhilarating in a way the other three elements weren’t, Aang had learned. The raw power of it took his breath away again and again. To give it up-to give any of his ’bending up-Aang could not imagine it.
Sifu Iroh dealt what would be the killing blow in a real battle, so Aang bowed and turned to Zuko. He tried not to bounce in place while waiting for Zuko’s critique.
“Well done,” Zuko said. “You learn quickly.”
Aang ducked his head as Zuko stood. “Uncle,” he asked. “Will you show me that last move again?”
Sifu Iroh nodded. “Let’s begin,” he said.
o0o
Iroh had missed his nephew every moment Zuko was gone. Zuko was a good boy-Ursa’s lasting influence. If left only to Ozai, Zuko would be just like Azula.
Sparring with Zuko, Iroh could see the boy was out of practice; he still had the forms down, and he was physically stronger and quicker than ever, but firebending was no longer a reflex. “Zuko!” he reproved the third time his nephew let an opening slip by. He lightly smacked Zuko with a firewhip.
Zuko’s eyes were narrowed in concentration; he moved his Dao blades like they were parts of his body. He was breathtaking, and if only he added firebending to the mix, he would be nearly unstoppable.
Iroh delivered the death blow; Zuko ducked under it and had the perfect moment to retaliate with a firestrike to end the match-but he hesitated and Iroh took the chance, tossing Zuko onto the dirt.
“Nephew,” he said severely. “You will practice until firebending is again as natural to you as breathing.”
Zuko bowed his head. “Yes, Uncle,” he said softly. “I apologize for disappointing you.”
Iroh walked over to him, offering a hand. “You do not disappointment me, Zuko. You are one of the best swordsmen I have ever seen. But you are the Fire Prince and being a swordsman is not enough.”
Once Zuko stood, he bowed. “Thank you for the lesson, Uncle,” he said.
Iroh bowed back. “Rest for a few moments, Nephew. Then we will go through the forms again.”
o0o
Katara woke in time to see the end of Zuko’s duel with Master Iroh. She watched with wide eyes. “He is good,” she breathed in wonder, sitting next to Aang.
Aang nodded. “He could have beat sifu Iroh four times by now,” Aang told her as Master Iroh knocked him to the ground.
“Why didn’t he?” she asked.
“He’s forgotten how to be a firebender,” Sokka said, coming up next to Katara. “Don’t worry. Before we attack the capitol, he’ll remember.”
o0o
They spent months camped on the border before moving inland. Zuko practiced every chance he got, retraining himself in fire. He watched Aang earth-, water-, and airbend, marveling at the raw power in the Avatar’s small form.
Katara never warmed to him and Toph teased him, but Aang followed him around like the younger brother he’d never had. And Sokka-
Sokka spent most of his time alone, scouting. He was solemn and serene, not at all the boy Zuko remembered from their first encounter at the South Pole.
Zuko sought him out once, asked him how to strength his humanbending.
“You controlled Bumi,” Sokka told him. “He is the strongest, besides Toph and Aang.” He shrugged. “If you want more practice, it’s up to them.”
Zuko bit his lip. Surely, Sokka couldn’t mean… “You want me to ask them if I can ’bend them?”
Sokka shook his head. “You can ’bend them, Zuko. Maybe not for very long, but long enough to make a difference.” He gave Zuko a grin. “Ask them. It’ll be different than forcing them-with permission, ’bending is easier.” Sokka turned his head to look at the hills. “The thing is, they know what we do is possible. They’ve seen it before. You would have to control them all to keep them from taking you out, and you’re not that strong, Zuko.”
Zuko waited a beat to see if Sokka would continue. When he didn’t, Zuko asked, “Are you that powerful?”
Sokka said nothing.
o0o
The night before they were to attack the capitol city, Sokka dreamed in shades of red. He watched as his friends fell one by one, until finally only he and Katara remained.
“You can stop this!” she screamed, bleeding and gutted. “Sokka, please.”
“I don’t know how!” he cried, trying to put her insides back into her body.
Aang’s sightless eyes stared at him, accusing in death as they’d never been in life. Toph’s body lay splayed out, throat gaping. Iroh was only a charred husk. And Zuko-Sokka turned away from the pieces as Appa roared.
“Katara!” He cradled her close, sobbing as she died.
You can stop this. Her words echoed in GranGran’s voice, reverberated, settled deep in his bones.
Sokka woke with tears on his face, the knowledge clear in his mind.
o0o
Toph woke first and immediately knew something was wrong. The sun beamed down on her, which it shouldn’t-the plan had been to get up before dawn and make their way into the capitol one by one, set up their distractions and converge on the palace.
“Get up!” she yelled. “Old Man, Aang, Zuko, Katara! Get up!”
One person was missing and it was nearly sundown.
“He made us sleep!” Katara hissed. “When we catch up-”
“Calm,” Old Man said. “He had a reason, but it does not matter now. We have to wait for tomorrow.”
“But-” Katara tried and Zuko cut her off. “He had a reason.”
Aang asked, “What is he doing?”
Toph sat on the edge of camp, stretching her senses as far as she could. She felt the people in the capitol finishing up their day. She felt the tense movements of the group, how angry and apprehensive they were.
Old Man spoke then, voice steady and sure. “We will wait for tomorrow and see what comes.” Toph felt him walk to her; he placed a hand on her shoulder. “My dear,” he said. “I need you to open the mountain and shelter us. Things will happen tonight.”
“Okay,” she replied and stood.
o0o
None of them slept the night after Sokka left. Katara clung to her anger to overcome her fear. She listened to Aang and Master Iroh and Zuko talk about a game, and she watched Toph sit at the outer edge, next to Appa, fingers clutched tight in his fur.
Katara did not know when the sun rose, but the firebenders all stood at the same moment.
“Toph,” Master Iroh said, and Katara covered her eyes as Toph opened the mountain, sunlight spilling in.
“Stay here,” Master Iroh told them. “All of you.”
Katara’s voice was lost in the cacophony of noise, as Zuko and Aang and Toph all argued.
And then they hushed. Turned, as one, to watch Sokka come on. He shuffled, back slumped; Katara had never seen him so tired.
“Sokka!” she yelled and rushed to him; the others followed.
“Ozai is dead,” he told them. He met none of their eyes. He seemed so burdened, so weary. “So are most of his councilors.” He raised his head to look at Zuko. “You can go claim your throne.”
o0o
Aang stood next to Zuko as he was crowned. It had not been easy to convince the nobles and remaining members of the council, but only he and sifu Iroh had the royal blood, and sifu Iroh did not want to rule.
Katara and Toph were honored guests. Appa and Momo were spoiled. Aang had his own wing in the palace.
Sokka did not set foot in the capitol city. He left the Fire Nation entirely. He told Katara first, then Aang. He thanked sifu Iroh and Zuko, and asked Zuko to look after Katara and Toph and Aang.
Aang knew Sokka knew he overheard the words Next to me, you’re second. I can’t stay.
I promise, Zuko responded.
He saved Toph for last and Aang was busy when they spoke, but Toph was quiet in the days following his departure.
Months passed. Katara returned to the South Pole and Toph went home to her parents. Aang traveled the world, helping rebuild. Zuko stayed in the Fire Nation cementing his power with sifu Iroh.
As Aang moved from place to place, he listened for word on Sokka, but none ever came.