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Our Sokkas- updatedAs difficult to define as Our Irohs are, Our Sokkas are sometimes even more so. Its ironic that the character who, at the beginning, seemed to have so little purpose, has generated so much attention. But Our Sokkas dont mind- in fact, they thrive on attention.
But we have been a bit contradictory when it comes to Sokka and Our Sokkas. We accused Sokkas creators of hating him, so we proceeded to strip Our Sokkas of their dignity. We accused them of victimising him, so Our Sokkas rolled down mountainsides. Forget about Our Aangs and Our Zukos: Our Sokkas have taken more abuse than both of them combined.
But theres no one quite like Our Sokkas. After all, weve poisoned him, almost blown him up, shattered his bones, paralysed him, had him bemoan his uselessness, almost drowned him, got him drunk, had his family make fun of his height, broke him and Our Sukis up, had his sister fall in love with his enemy, hit him with a range of objects and had an equally wide
Midnight VisitThe woman stood alone, shrouded in the shadows just inside the room.
She had no reason to conceal herself- yet. She had done nothing wrong. But as she thought of what she was going to do after she left this room, the ache that had been in her chest ever since earlier that evening intensified. But there was no choice; she had no options. If her children were to remain alive, it had to be done.
She stepped into the room, her soft shoes making no sound. She gently pushed aside the thin curtain that surrounded the bed- ah. There she was. Her youngest. Her baby. One hand reached out, gently brushed a stray curl of hair away from the face of the little girl who slept in the bed. The woman smiled as she adjusted her sheets- she always seemed to kick off her covers. Such an energetic little girl. Unlike her son, she knew she couldnt wake her.
She shouldnt be here at all.
But how was she supposed to leave without seeing her babies one last time?
Sighing, she sat on the edge of the b
Our IrohsOur Irohs
The first time we met him, we didnt realise that hed slipped into our hearts. And by the time we did, it was too late to do anything about it. We would have fought him had he even tried to leave. But our lovable teamaker was happy to stay right where he was.
He was what all of us dreamed of: an understanding heart. A gentle voice. A vast sea of wisdom to gently guide us through this difficult journey called life. For some of us he was more. And we did to him what you do to someone you truly love. You give.
We thought it cruel that his only son had been taken from him; we reunited them. We wondered about his wife; we gave him loves. We meditated on his close ties to his nephew; we made his nephew his actual son. But still he was there, the same as ever, with his Pai Sho board and his pot of tea.
What were we to do with someone who had gone through so much hardship in his life? Who was such a deep mystery to us still? So of course we created our images of his
Our ZukosOur Zukos
When we first met him, we wanted to hate him. He was hunting down the last hope for peace, after all. Some of us sensed what he would become even then- but many of us had to wait for the day he sat alone in his cabin, in the midsts of a storm, remembering better days, as his Uncle told us the story he never would.
And we fell in love.
We took him in as our own. And in doing so, he showed us parts ourselves we may have forgotten. As he had forgotten his own.
As time passed, we grew to know our Zukos even better. We learnt of his bad jokes, his dreams of acceptance, his horrible taste in tea. We saw the conflict within him, and we tried to soothe him in our tales. But we always remembered he had to deal with his demons himself.
So we delved into his past. We told tales of times with and without his mother. Sometimes we took him from her instead of her from him. We gave him additional scars; we removed the brand of the betrayed. We forced him to kill those that
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