It is cold. Normally, Sokka does not mind the cold, but this is different. It bites through him, cuts him down to the bone. It is not cold he can escape or do away with or prevent, despite the clothing he wears, the warm parkas and furs of his people. It is cold and he is alone. The young man shivers, hunched as he is on an ice floe, drifting, drifting slowly across open seas.
He is alone. He knows it. He is totally and bitterly alone. Katara isn't hear. Dad isn't here. Toph, Zuko, Aang, Suki...Kelly. None of them are here to help him or stand by him. And so he drifts, alone and cold, in the dark, across an unforgiving sea. He huddles in on himself, suddenly feeling very small and frightened.
Wait. He knows this ice floe. It is where he and his sister found Aang. He stands, turning to face the massive wall of ice where once a boy was imprisoned. Funny...that tunnel was not there. At least, he doesn't remember it. He takes a step forward, feeling the spear in his hand, then slowly begins moving into the dark opening, sensing a bare flicker of light at the far end. His mind tells him that this tunnel cannot possibly be this long, but he ignores it, groping his way along.
As he goes, the floor of the tunnel becomes less slick and icy, becomes more firm, as if it was stone or some other material. He emerges at last into the light, finding himself on some platform. For what purpose, he can't discern, though when he looks over the edge are are odd metal tracks along the floor. What was this place?...Where was he?
And still. That terrible crushing feeling of being alone.
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He is alone. He knows it. He is totally and bitterly alone. Katara isn't hear. Dad isn't here. Toph, Zuko, Aang, Suki...Kelly. None of them are here to help him or stand by him. And so he drifts, alone and cold, in the dark, across an unforgiving sea. He huddles in on himself, suddenly feeling very small and frightened.
Wait. He knows this ice floe. It is where he and his sister found Aang. He stands, turning to face the massive wall of ice where once a boy was imprisoned. Funny...that tunnel was not there. At least, he doesn't remember it. He takes a step forward, feeling the spear in his hand, then slowly begins moving into the dark opening, sensing a bare flicker of light at the far end. His mind tells him that this tunnel cannot possibly be this long, but he ignores it, groping his way along.
As he goes, the floor of the tunnel becomes less slick and icy, becomes more firm, as if it was stone or some other material. He emerges at last into the light, finding himself on some platform. For what purpose, he can't discern, though when he looks over the edge are are odd metal tracks along the floor. What was this place?...Where was he?
And still. That terrible crushing feeling of being alone.