Split Worlds Pieced Together

Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Sokka

All Sokka wanted was to go ice-fishing. He was just supposed to get some fish with his sister, and get back to his tribe. Of course, that meant that everything would be fifty times more difficult. Their canoe had crashed, and they had been stranded on an iceberg miles away from home. This was an awful day already, could it get any worse?

Yes, in fact, it could. Tui and La must have been having a bad day, because everything got so much worse.

There was a small, bald child in the iceberg. He looked like an Airbender, but so much more... energetic than the stories told. Air nomads were told to be calm and collected, not a bubbly wild card like... what was his name? Angle? Was.

It couldn't get much worse.

Right?

Oh, how wrong he was.

There was a portal right in front of the three. Although his first thought was to blame the child, he knew he wasn't the source of this. Of course, Tui and La couldn't have possibly wished more bad luck on him.

Right?

Of course, just as he finished that thought, a hand reached through. It was burned horribly, and Sokka couldn't tell what color the person's skin was before they got those scars. He didn't even want to know how they were created.

Then, a person stepped through. He was pretty short, maybe five foot, with bright yellow eyes and black hair. Said hair was a shoulder-length wolfcut, his bangs going below his eyes with a single green streak. The clothes he wore– a gi, maybe?-- were tattered and burned, parts of it charred and blackened from his burns. Speaking of burns, those didn't stop at his hands.

They were everywhere. His throat, his legs, even his face. There was a large, jagged scar going from his right side to his face, which looked like it hurt the most. It covered a small portion of his mouth, nose, and left eye, making it a slightly milky color. The bandages on his arms and legs couldn't cover most of his scars up. His skin was a nice tan, complementing the darker hues of his (frankly tattered) outfit. He looked as if he'd just escaped from a Fire Nation prison.

The boy stared at them for a couple of seconds, them staring back, before he shuddered, clutching his head like he'd been hit. He sank to the ground, flinching when his charred skin touched the ice. When Katara tried to approach him, he scrambled back, curling in on himself. A man would probably have better luck.

That logic was (apparently) flawed, because the boy cried out when Sokka himself took a single step towards him. Aang tried to approach him after, but was blasted away by a burst of wind.

Wait.

Wind?

Was this kid an Airbender? But that didn't make sense, he looked nothing like Aang? Yes, they both had wind powers, but they looked completely different. The younger wore bright orange and yellow clothes without a single tear, the older's outfit was torn and dull, greens and blacks prominent. Plus, all Airbenders were bald and had arrows on their head and arms, but the taller didn't.

"Who are you?" Sokka hissed, pulling out his boomerang. The boy exhaled shakily, slowly rising to stand up. He was short, almost as short as Aang, but taller by an inch or two.

"Morro. Morro Finch." The boy– Morro, Sokka, his name is Morro– muttered, shifting his weight uncomfortably on his legs. He winced as he did so, probably from the burns. "Uh- who are you..?"

Aang grinned, bounding up to him to take his hands. "I'm Aang, and this is Katara and Sokka. It's really nice to meet you!" In response, Morro flinched backwards, picking at his fingernails.

"Yeah, uh... where am I, exactly?" Man, this kid was awkward. He looked like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. "And why is it so... cold here?"

This time, Katara was the one to answer, "You're in the Southern Water Tribe! We're pretty far from home, but it shouldn't be that hard to fix the canoe, right Sokka?" To emphasize her point, she elbowed him in the side. Hard.

And wow, did it hurt.

"Ow– you, uh– yeah, we can fix it! It's not that damaged!" Great job, Sokka, nice conversation.

Morro sighed again– he sighs a lot– trying to tame his unruly hair, to no avail. "Yeah– yeah, that sounds... good. Do you know any Elemental Masters who live around here?" At their quizzical looks, he continued. "You know, Master of amber, Master of metal? Sound? Speed? Gravity, even?"

Sokka narrowed his eyes. "Where are you from?"

The boy perked up a bit, before slumping his shoulders. "Ninjago? You know, with Garmadon, and his son Lloyd, the 'Foretold Green Ninja'?"

"What's 'Ninjago'?"

"The place I came from? What Realm doesn't know what Ninjago is?" Okay. Sokka was getting tired of this guy and his sarcasm. He was the sarcasm guy, not this not-Airbender that has the same powers as one.

To show his disdain for the boy, he scoffed, rolling his eyes. Morro shifted awkwardly, hunching in on himself more, if that was even possible. Katara elbowed her brother in the side, an action that screamed 'apologize, stupid, he's just a kid'.

Sokka scoffed. "Sorry, I guess." He didn't particularly like apologizing. It made him feel like he said something wrong. Which he didn't! A man like himself could never be wrong!

Morro looked up, confusion practically plastered in bright red ink on his forehead. "Why are you sorry? I'm the one who just... appeared randomly. I should be the one apologizing."

Sokka was not expecting that. He thought the kid was going to gloat, to talk down on and laugh at him. But he didn't. He himself had apologized, not for being rude, just for bothering them.

This kid was traumatized. Probably daddy issues. Or an insuperiority complex. Maybe both.

When Katara tried to reach her hand out to him, he paused before taking her hand. Of course, just at that second, Aang started loudly ranting about his people. Morro, on the other hand, looked like he was about to leap out of his skin from stress. Sokka didn't trust the kid, but if his sister liked him, he'd have to deal with it. Not Apricot, though. He was still untrustworthy.