“I'm embarrassed to be related to you! Ever since Mom died I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier!”
Hakoda of the Water Tribe had two children, two golden children. Two children to hunt when he was to old to, if he lived that long, two children his tribespeople called miracles, and gifts from the spirits. Sokka and Katara had been born so close together. People talked. Things were going to get better, weren’t they? Children were being born again, like they used to be.
Sokka and Katara were almost grown, and nothing was getting better.
“Uh... Katara?” The water lashed at the sides of their canoe. Sokka sank low and clung to the sides, but Katara didn’t seem to notice.
“I even wash all the clothes!” She shouted, the water growing wilder and wilder. “Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, NOT PLEASANT!”
“Katara, settle down!”
The wall of ice behind them split and fell into the water, sending waves crashing into their little canoe. The golden children were going to die together. Katara stopped yelling and stared, arms wrapped around her brother as a new iceberg rose in place of the one falling into the sea. It was glowing.
Even when the boy inside came out, he didn’t stop glowing with the kind of life the world hadn’t seen for a hundred years. Katara and Sokka just had to stand near him to know things were going to get better.
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Life Spirit: Sokka and Katara
Date: 2010-10-05 07:28 pm (UTC)Hakoda of the Water Tribe had two children, two golden children. Two children to hunt when he was to old to, if he lived that long, two children his tribespeople called miracles, and gifts from the spirits. Sokka and Katara had been born so close together. People talked. Things were going to get better, weren’t they? Children were being born again, like they used to be.
Sokka and Katara were almost grown, and nothing was getting better.
“Uh... Katara?” The water lashed at the sides of their canoe. Sokka sank low and clung to the sides, but Katara didn’t seem to notice.
“I even wash all the clothes!” She shouted, the water growing wilder and wilder. “Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, NOT PLEASANT!”
“Katara, settle down!”
The wall of ice behind them split and fell into the water, sending waves crashing into their little canoe. The golden children were going to die together. Katara stopped yelling and stared, arms wrapped around her brother as a new iceberg rose in place of the one falling into the sea. It was glowing.
Even when the boy inside came out, he didn’t stop glowing with the kind of life the world hadn’t seen for a hundred years. Katara and Sokka just had to stand near him to know things were going to get better.