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When the light shot up to the sky, a wizened general looked from the telescope and spoke to the young man behind him.
“Nephew, do you know what this means?”
A sarcastic, husky voice responded dryly, “I won’t be able to finish my scroll?”
“The time may be upon us to finally return home.”
The young man simply told him that he’d stay on board while they ensured yet another false lead before ducking below deck.
To say Sokka was surprised to see a real life airbender, would be a lie.
He knew this was coming, that’s why when Katara was ranting, he was busy trying to prevent the boat from capsizing while steering it to the scene of the iceberg.
However, what he was surprised about was how young he was, and weak.
“Katara, take the canoe and get Gran-Gran.”
“And what are you going to do?”
Sokka merely replied crypticly to his snappish sister, “Detour.”
Katara rolled her eyes at her brother’s confusing attitude and rowed the canoe, airbender inside, back to the village. Sokka whistled to Kanji and rode to the temple. Once there, he used a small vial he found the previous week and filled it up to the brim.
When he returned to the village, the Chief Interim, still mounted on Kanji, pushed through the crowd to his Gran-Gran’s hut.
When inside, he silently gave the intricate vial to his grandmother, who took it with a little confusion, but used it nonetheless.
While he waited for the airbender to wake up, he did his duty of reassuring his people when he heard his sister giggle about something and a childish voice, not yet reaching puberty.
He was awake.
Sokka thought nothing of it.
That is until he saw a red flare shoot across the sky, and Black Snow was falling.
“Katara, do you know how reckless that was, going to Dead Man’s Ship?”
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t...”
“You could’ve died. That ship is extremely unstable, those supports could’ve snapped under the added weight!”
“Sokka, don’t blame her. I convinced her to.”
“Oh, I’m blaming both of you. You for tricking my sister for stepping on restricted grounds, and for Katara for knowing better.”
One of the littluns burst through the entrance to Sokka’s tent.
“The ship is about the crash into the wall!”
The Chief Interim looked back at his scared little sister.
“We will finish this later.”
Then the wall fell.