BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER ONE:
THE AWAKENING

( As Sokka followed the fox spirit down the causeway... )

So... Sokka had spent an extra night on the island, over what he had planned, and that was good. NOT so good had been being literally DRAGGED out of bed this morning by a grumpy foxy Knowledge Spirit ( Read more... )

Sokka hadn't been antisocial on Sunday, per se. He'd just geeked out over the ship and went off exploring. Sure, he'd passed people in the halls and said hi, but he wanted to check out Every Single Inch of the ship, and so he did ( Read more... )

Sokka lay on his bed, reading books of poetry and trying not to whimper in pain. When things... hadn't worked, he'd gotten more... insistent in his... ministrations, and ( Read more... )

Sokka didn't wake up this morning. In fact, Sokka wasn't in his bed this morning. Instead, buried in the tangled mess of his bedsheets was... a sock. A dirty, smelly one at that. Yup. It sort of sat there ( Read more... )

( Sokka )

Sokka was just about to clean Momo's cage when he noticed a package. A fairly LARGE package, which had lodged itself between the bed and the wall. Given that the box was not all that hard to miss, Sokka was completely at a loss to explain how it had gotten there. His signature was somehow on the receipt, dated last Thursday, and... Fine. Either ( Read more... )

"You da man, Momohead!" Sokka told the chinchilla sitting on his belly as he laid on the bed. "You da MAN!!! You da..."

( And then something happened )

Sokka woke up disturbingly early in the morning, when he found himself shoved out of the bed onto the floor. "HEY!!!" He picked himself up, shaking his groggy head, only to find himself confronted by a very... large... weird-looking... MAN in his bed ( Read more... )

A masked and cloaked figure made its way into the common room late at night, after everyone had gone to sleep. It looked around, making sure no one was awake and all the doors on the floor were closed. Good.

The figure waited in the corner of the room, apparently looking out the window. More would come. There was work to be done.

[NFB, and ( Read more... )