WHALE BONE KNIFE ── sokka

WHALE BONE KNIFE

She was both hellfire and holy water; it was up to you in which you drank.

There was something so enticing about a woman who wielded a weapon. She held her knife close to her body - it eventually became a part of her body.

Orphaned at birth with nothing more than a knife tucked into her side; she was forced to live as though she were a Fire Nation royal. Her past was as elusive as she was. Slipping through the cracks of peoples fingers, never staying around long enough for anyone to get a good look at her.

A skill she was forced to retain by the royal guards, ordered to train by Ozai. A princess by day, and an assassin by night. Knives, swords, hand-to-hand. There was nothing she couldn't do.

However, one day, she found out that Azari could bend the water around her; the blood inside someone's body. They trained her relentlessly every night until she collapsed. They made her into the perfect weapon for the perfect war.

So, when the opportunity to leave the reteched place she was forced to call home, she jumped and never looked back.

Her betrayal to her nation left a bitter taste in Uncle Iroh's mouth - he only wanted the best for her.

Helping the Avatar and his friends only proved to Azari that she was sheltered and moulded in the shape of a warrior. A weapon. Helping the Avatar only showed her the wonders of the world and the dangers of her 'family.' Would it hurt even more if they stabbed her in the gut and twisted the knife?

She made a vow to herself that she would never use her bending on another person again.

She vowed to herself.

Warning,
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Disclaimer,
This is a much needed rewrite of rotten legacy. I know how much that fic means to many people and it means much to me, too. However, I think it is time to move on and create something new. And I hope you'll like as much as I do. I will be using parts of the old fic, but I'll also be changing things around to make it fit better with my character, Kiria.