Ok, there is absolutely no excuse.
Sorry, sorry, sorry again for not updating. I’ve been a combination of lazy, busy, and out of ideas, which really sucks.
But hopefully you can forgive me? (Pleeeeeeeease? Love you all)
Sorry again. Hope you like the chapter :)
-Ellie
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Thump. Thump. Thump.
Someone was knocking on the inside of Aang’s head. Light burned through his eyelids, and his vision blurred.
Slowly but surely he came round.
“Aang,” a voice whispered. “Aang!”
Groggily, Aang looked to his right and could vaguely make out a silhouette in the gloom. He contorted his neck and craned around to see he was tied to a post in the middle of a circular room, its rock walls windowless and damp.
The only light source came from a burning lamp attached to a bracket on the wall outside the cell, with its glow just reaching them through the iron bars of the door’s grate.
Something shifted against Aang’s wrist and he jumped, tugging his hands away.
“Ow ow Aang stop,” a pained whisper came from behind the airbender. “We’re tied together, you idiot.”
Aang stopped trying to pull his hands free and twisted towards the voice.
“Sokka?”
“Who else would it be,” the voice grumbled in response.
“Sokka!” Aang cried. “I’m so glad it’s you thank god you’re alive-”
“Shut up!” Sokka hissed. “They’ll hear us.”
The boys stopped still long enough to hear that no-one was coming, then Aang shuffled as far around the post as he could.
“What happened? Why are we here?”
In the gloom, Sokka rolled his eyes. “Because you’re the avatar, idiot. Which seems to be why we’re anywhere these days”.
Aang ignored the dig and pressed harder. “Sokka, what’s going on?”
Sokka sighed and whispered back, “How am I supposed to know? All I remember was trees and…”
He cursed.
Reaching the same realisation, Aang swore too and whispered, “Katara,” pain lacing his voice. “We didn’t find her.”
Sokka gritted his teeth. “Jet,” he spat. “That traitor.”
“We never should have trusted him again,” Aang said, his fists clenched behind his back.
“As far as I recall, it was your idea to ask for his help,” Sokka said.
Aang blanched. “Was not.”
“Whatever, this isn’t going to help Katara. We need to figure out where we are.”
A chuckle echoed off the cavernous walls of the cell. “Good luck with that,” a voice taunted from the shadows.
They jumped, rope burning their wrists as they pulled away from each other.
The figure stepped out of the dark and Aang held his breath. He recognised him… But where from…
Oh.
Sokka got there before him. “Zhao.”
Blood red robes swinging, the fire nation commander strode to the centre of the room, his boots clacking on the cobbled floor. He raised a hand and struck Sokka across the face, who shrank back against the post.
“Sokka!” Aang cried, then backed up against the post as Zhao turned to face him.
“It’s Admiral Zhao to you, boy,” he directed at Sokka, then faced the avatar. “So you’re awake now are you.”
Aang glared at the man towering over him; the burnt smell that constantly surrounded the Admiral filling the avatar’s nostrils.
Aang turned his stormy grey eyes away from the fire bender’s dangerous gaze and looked at the floor.
Zhao didn’t like this. “You will show me respect!” he screamed as he pushed Aang’s chin up to look at him. Leaning down to the avatar’s ear, he whispered maliciously, “You are the one in my prison. I don’t quite think you’re in a position to anger me right now.”
Zhao chuckled again and Aang flinched away from him, repulsed by the physical presence of the man himself. He mentally cursed himself for his weakness and vowed that he would not let Zhao get away when Aang got them both out of this situation.
If only he could use his hands…
Before the avatar could come up with a plan, however, the sound of footsteps echoed from the far corridor.
All three looked up as a fire nation soldier burst through the door, a look of frantic panic fixed on his face.
“Something’s happening at the north tower! You are needed right away, sir!”
Surprise flitted across Zhao’s face before quickly being replaced with frustration.
“Watch them,” he snapped at the soldier before striding out of the cell, the door clanging shut behind him with a tone of finality.
Keeping an eye on the soldier, Aang helped Sokka up.
“Aang…” Sokka nodded toward the soldier standing by the door.
As he looked closer, his image started to ripple and convulse.
Aang recognised the figure before she had even fully formed.
“Katara?”
