Post by Teяa253 on Feb 17, 2008 1:29:12 GMT 1
Yet another sequel to what has become a series.
OTHER INSTALLMENTS:
A Reason to Fight (1)
Destiny Awaits (2)
Mysteries Unsolved (4)
The Duel Unseen (5)
This one's different, since (a) no one dies, and (b) it is a little hard to understand, but I already have thoughts on a sequel for this one, so don't worry. This one, although of similar length to the other two, took me about 35-40 minutes to do, and it may not be as good as the other two. Nonetheless, I'll post it anyways. This is written from the viewpoints of Toph and Sokka, and, it was inevitable that there's some essence of Tokka here, but I'm not directly implying support of any given ship, so just bear with me.
TRUTH RESPECTS NO ONE
I was constantly tossing and turning on the cold, hard ground. Of course, this was not because the ground was uncomfortable; I slept on the ground nearly every day. I was uneasy. Aang and Sokka not knowing of Katara’s death was a constant annoyance. Aang had lost a good friend and teacher, and Sokka had lost a mother figure and sister. We all had lost a great middle-person though. Katara, although incredibly fun to disagree with, was gone.
Additionally, how could I possibly tell them, Aang in particular, that I had killed Zuko? They were slightly suspicious that I had done something, but they didn’t know what. I tossed and turned some more, but the thought refused to leave. Then, to my misfortune, things went from bad to worse.
“Hey Toph,” Sokka shouted, “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
I was speechless. I didn’t want to tell them, but I knew it had to be done. However, I needed to stall as long as possible. If I, the indifferent and secluded one, was having this much trouble accepting the deaths of Zuko and Katara, then they would be crushed.
“I... I’m fine,” I said shakily, but Sokka was apparently now aware that something was wrong.
“Are you worried about Katara?” he asked, and this set me loose. I got up and approached him on my hands and knees. This was it. I thought it couldn’t get worse, but it did. “Don’t worry, Toph, Katara will be fine. I just know it.” Were his remarks, and then I could no longer restrain myself. I broke down crying in front of him, into his shoulder.
“Wake up Aang,” I said unsteadily, “he has to know the truth.”
Sokka said nothing at first. “I presume you know exactly what’s going on,” he said,
“Yes,” I confessed, “I know everything.”
Sokka woke up Aang. I couldn’t tell, but he was cool and calm about everything, as if everything was cool and calm.
“There were never any Fire Nation soldiers after us,” I told him,
“WHAT,” Aang exclaimed, suddenly snapping back to his senses, “what do you mean?”
“Katara is dead.” I said flatly, “and I know who killed him. Here’s, I’ll be right back.” I left Sokka’s arms and delved underground. Within a few minutes, I came back with Zuko’s lifeless body. I knew whose it was, but this was all to demonstrate a different objective.
“Toph,” said Sokka, looking confused, “this is Zuko.”
“Is he going to be alright?” Aang asked,
“No,” I replied, feeling the area in his chest where I had slugged him with a rock, “he has suffered internal damage. My rock did its job.”
I looked at Toph with a look of disgust and unbelief on my face. “YOU killed Zuko?” I exclaimed, “what, how… why?”
“It’s so obvious by now,” said Toph calmly, “HE killed Katara!”
“No,” I said, “NO! YOU LIE!!” Toph did not say a word, but disappeared underground right as I grabbed at her. Aang was speechless as well.
“Toph, a traitor,” I exclaimed,
“But what if she’s right?” Aang asked me, “what if Zuko did kill Katara?”
“No,” I replied flatly, “that could never happen. Zuko wouldn’t... would he?”
I was in a state of unknown shock and slight denial. I never really imagined a world without Katara. Such a thing just did not seem possible. Katara was everything to me. I lost my mother one time, and I could not live to see myself lose her again.
Toph returned within minutes. “I only lie when it gives me a benefit,” she said bluntly.
“What is that you’ve got?” I asked, but I already knew what it was. Even in the moonlight, I could see it all too clearly.
“This, Sokka,” said Toph angrily, “is Katara! ZUKO killed her!”
I said nothing. I felt Katara, hoping, praying to any sort of supernatural power, that she was not dead. It seemed like an eternity between the time that I stretched forth my hand to the time it came in contact with her body. She was cold by now. She had been dead for several hours at least. I was frantic. I was in a state of denial. My sister—my mother—dead; There was nothing left for me now.
I felt Sokka frantically dashing around the remains of his sister. As was the norm when my feet were burned, I was on my hands and knees again. It hurt me more, however, to have to witness Sokka slowly falling apart right in front of me. I felt someone approaching, and knew it had to be Aang.
“Zuko’s cold,” he said, “is he really dead?”
“Yes.” I said bluntly, about to cry once again, “I killed him. I had no choice. I told you two to leave the scene so you wouldn’t see us duel. He got me a few times and burned my feet in particular. That’s why I’m on all fours like this.”
“Why would Zuko kill Katara though,” Aang asked me, as if I would know, but then he bent down and felt Zuko’s corpse. From the outside, you couldn’t tell he was dead. Similarly, with the exception of a few burns in places that would not kill a person, Katara looked perfectly okay as well. The damage was internal, I just knew it.
After several long minutes of trying to disprove reality, I gave in. My sister was really and truly gone—gone forever. I suddenly swung my head in the direction of Zuko’s body, and pulled out my sword. I don’t care if he’s already dead, such a horrendous act by such a body could not go without punishment. I lunged forward, but for some reason I could only dream about, Aang stopped me with a wall of rock.
“There’s something wrong,” he said to both of us, and, like Sokka, I was as confused as I would be if I were trying to read a book.
“Zuko had a different objective when he joined us,” Aang told us, “he was on our side very briefly, and then he cracked.” He stopped, and felt Katara as if to verify a thought. His eyes and his arrow were glowing, “Katara went against him, thinking he had betrayed us. He had though, but not for the reason you’d think. He was serving a higher authority than even the Firelord. Zuko was actually fighting in defense.”
“Oh no,” I told him straight up, “I am not going to believe that my sister was the one at fault. I’ll kill both of you if either of you believe that.”
“Sokka,” Aang told me, “neither of them was at fault. Zuko didn’t know what he was doing, and neither did Katara. They were in some sort of trance. Your sister was unnaturally angry right before she died. It was as if some firebending spirit had taken her over as well.”
“How do you know all of this?” I asked, only getting more and more confused by all of this,
“it’s an Avatar thing,” he replied, “so, long story short: Zuko had no idea what he was doing, and he turned on Katara in a surprisingly playful manner. Katara took it playfully until Zuko made a remark that disclosed the truth of the situation. They fought almost unknowingly, and Katara died. Zuko then got into another fight, this time with Toph. Toph, can you recall any events during your fight?”
I paused. I tried recalling anything, but alas, I could not. “All I remember,” I told them, “is that I finished him off with a huge rock to the chest. I can remember nothing. I felt my feet. I didn’t even recall how they had gotten burnt.
“My theory has been proved,” said Aang, “they both were the victims of a higher power of some sort. How though, is still beyond me.”
I stopped. Aang knew a deadly amount of information on the subject, even though he had not been there. How was this? I had so many questions, and was so uneasy. For some reason, something drove me to sleep next to my sister’s corpse, so I did. To my utmost surprise, it felt so... inviting. I watched as Toph retreated to her spot of ground, and Aang went his own way. Any further thoughts on the subject would have to wait until tomorrow. I was asleep in seconds.
As I retired, I couldn’t help but think that there was a little more to Aang’s knowledge than just an avatar thing. However, the fact that I suddenly forgot how I killed Zuko disturbed me. It actually disturbed me so much that I fell asleep, awaiting tomorrow’s mysteries…
so yeah, this one is likely confusing. So...
Questions? Thoughts? Comments?
~Azula~
OTHER INSTALLMENTS:
A Reason to Fight (1)
Destiny Awaits (2)
Mysteries Unsolved (4)
The Duel Unseen (5)
This one's different, since (a) no one dies, and (b) it is a little hard to understand, but I already have thoughts on a sequel for this one, so don't worry. This one, although of similar length to the other two, took me about 35-40 minutes to do, and it may not be as good as the other two. Nonetheless, I'll post it anyways. This is written from the viewpoints of Toph and Sokka, and, it was inevitable that there's some essence of Tokka here, but I'm not directly implying support of any given ship, so just bear with me.
TRUTH RESPECTS NO ONE
I was constantly tossing and turning on the cold, hard ground. Of course, this was not because the ground was uncomfortable; I slept on the ground nearly every day. I was uneasy. Aang and Sokka not knowing of Katara’s death was a constant annoyance. Aang had lost a good friend and teacher, and Sokka had lost a mother figure and sister. We all had lost a great middle-person though. Katara, although incredibly fun to disagree with, was gone.
Additionally, how could I possibly tell them, Aang in particular, that I had killed Zuko? They were slightly suspicious that I had done something, but they didn’t know what. I tossed and turned some more, but the thought refused to leave. Then, to my misfortune, things went from bad to worse.
“Hey Toph,” Sokka shouted, “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
I was speechless. I didn’t want to tell them, but I knew it had to be done. However, I needed to stall as long as possible. If I, the indifferent and secluded one, was having this much trouble accepting the deaths of Zuko and Katara, then they would be crushed.
“I... I’m fine,” I said shakily, but Sokka was apparently now aware that something was wrong.
“Are you worried about Katara?” he asked, and this set me loose. I got up and approached him on my hands and knees. This was it. I thought it couldn’t get worse, but it did. “Don’t worry, Toph, Katara will be fine. I just know it.” Were his remarks, and then I could no longer restrain myself. I broke down crying in front of him, into his shoulder.
“Wake up Aang,” I said unsteadily, “he has to know the truth.”
Sokka said nothing at first. “I presume you know exactly what’s going on,” he said,
“Yes,” I confessed, “I know everything.”
Sokka woke up Aang. I couldn’t tell, but he was cool and calm about everything, as if everything was cool and calm.
“There were never any Fire Nation soldiers after us,” I told him,
“WHAT,” Aang exclaimed, suddenly snapping back to his senses, “what do you mean?”
“Katara is dead.” I said flatly, “and I know who killed him. Here’s, I’ll be right back.” I left Sokka’s arms and delved underground. Within a few minutes, I came back with Zuko’s lifeless body. I knew whose it was, but this was all to demonstrate a different objective.
“Toph,” said Sokka, looking confused, “this is Zuko.”
“Is he going to be alright?” Aang asked,
“No,” I replied, feeling the area in his chest where I had slugged him with a rock, “he has suffered internal damage. My rock did its job.”
I looked at Toph with a look of disgust and unbelief on my face. “YOU killed Zuko?” I exclaimed, “what, how… why?”
“It’s so obvious by now,” said Toph calmly, “HE killed Katara!”
“No,” I said, “NO! YOU LIE!!” Toph did not say a word, but disappeared underground right as I grabbed at her. Aang was speechless as well.
“Toph, a traitor,” I exclaimed,
“But what if she’s right?” Aang asked me, “what if Zuko did kill Katara?”
“No,” I replied flatly, “that could never happen. Zuko wouldn’t... would he?”
I was in a state of unknown shock and slight denial. I never really imagined a world without Katara. Such a thing just did not seem possible. Katara was everything to me. I lost my mother one time, and I could not live to see myself lose her again.
Toph returned within minutes. “I only lie when it gives me a benefit,” she said bluntly.
“What is that you’ve got?” I asked, but I already knew what it was. Even in the moonlight, I could see it all too clearly.
“This, Sokka,” said Toph angrily, “is Katara! ZUKO killed her!”
I said nothing. I felt Katara, hoping, praying to any sort of supernatural power, that she was not dead. It seemed like an eternity between the time that I stretched forth my hand to the time it came in contact with her body. She was cold by now. She had been dead for several hours at least. I was frantic. I was in a state of denial. My sister—my mother—dead; There was nothing left for me now.
I felt Sokka frantically dashing around the remains of his sister. As was the norm when my feet were burned, I was on my hands and knees again. It hurt me more, however, to have to witness Sokka slowly falling apart right in front of me. I felt someone approaching, and knew it had to be Aang.
“Zuko’s cold,” he said, “is he really dead?”
“Yes.” I said bluntly, about to cry once again, “I killed him. I had no choice. I told you two to leave the scene so you wouldn’t see us duel. He got me a few times and burned my feet in particular. That’s why I’m on all fours like this.”
“Why would Zuko kill Katara though,” Aang asked me, as if I would know, but then he bent down and felt Zuko’s corpse. From the outside, you couldn’t tell he was dead. Similarly, with the exception of a few burns in places that would not kill a person, Katara looked perfectly okay as well. The damage was internal, I just knew it.
After several long minutes of trying to disprove reality, I gave in. My sister was really and truly gone—gone forever. I suddenly swung my head in the direction of Zuko’s body, and pulled out my sword. I don’t care if he’s already dead, such a horrendous act by such a body could not go without punishment. I lunged forward, but for some reason I could only dream about, Aang stopped me with a wall of rock.
“There’s something wrong,” he said to both of us, and, like Sokka, I was as confused as I would be if I were trying to read a book.
“Zuko had a different objective when he joined us,” Aang told us, “he was on our side very briefly, and then he cracked.” He stopped, and felt Katara as if to verify a thought. His eyes and his arrow were glowing, “Katara went against him, thinking he had betrayed us. He had though, but not for the reason you’d think. He was serving a higher authority than even the Firelord. Zuko was actually fighting in defense.”
“Oh no,” I told him straight up, “I am not going to believe that my sister was the one at fault. I’ll kill both of you if either of you believe that.”
“Sokka,” Aang told me, “neither of them was at fault. Zuko didn’t know what he was doing, and neither did Katara. They were in some sort of trance. Your sister was unnaturally angry right before she died. It was as if some firebending spirit had taken her over as well.”
“How do you know all of this?” I asked, only getting more and more confused by all of this,
“it’s an Avatar thing,” he replied, “so, long story short: Zuko had no idea what he was doing, and he turned on Katara in a surprisingly playful manner. Katara took it playfully until Zuko made a remark that disclosed the truth of the situation. They fought almost unknowingly, and Katara died. Zuko then got into another fight, this time with Toph. Toph, can you recall any events during your fight?”
I paused. I tried recalling anything, but alas, I could not. “All I remember,” I told them, “is that I finished him off with a huge rock to the chest. I can remember nothing. I felt my feet. I didn’t even recall how they had gotten burnt.
“My theory has been proved,” said Aang, “they both were the victims of a higher power of some sort. How though, is still beyond me.”
I stopped. Aang knew a deadly amount of information on the subject, even though he had not been there. How was this? I had so many questions, and was so uneasy. For some reason, something drove me to sleep next to my sister’s corpse, so I did. To my utmost surprise, it felt so... inviting. I watched as Toph retreated to her spot of ground, and Aang went his own way. Any further thoughts on the subject would have to wait until tomorrow. I was asleep in seconds.
As I retired, I couldn’t help but think that there was a little more to Aang’s knowledge than just an avatar thing. However, the fact that I suddenly forgot how I killed Zuko disturbed me. It actually disturbed me so much that I fell asleep, awaiting tomorrow’s mysteries…
so yeah, this one is likely confusing. So...
Questions? Thoughts? Comments?
~Azula~
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