Book 1: Water (Sokka X Reader Love Story)

Book 1: Chapter 1 : I Lose A Fucking Finger

(Y/n)'s eyes snapped open. She expected to be in her bed, covered in a warm blanket, but all she felt was cold, cold, freezing cold. 

Her fingers were stiff and there was something very cool around her wrists. Her back ached, and when her dizziness finally subsided,  she realized she wasn't in her bed. 

She wasn't in her room either, and she wasn't entirely sure she was in her very home.

The floor beneath her was hard and wooden, and at first she thought she was still dizzy, but then she realized that it was the room swaying gently, and that there was the sound of water splashing outside. 

There was a porthole above her, shining light.

Porthole?

She was on a ship. 

(Y/n) scrambled up so quickly, leaping to her feet before losing her balance immediately because apparently, her left leg was chained by metal to a ring on the floor. 

Flashes of fighting, contorting her body in impossible angles, kicking, and punching were so vivid in her mind that it gave her a headache.

Her bound hands shot out, holding her up from smashing her face on the floor. Her nose was an inch to the ground, and she wondered how she even had the muscle to hold herself up. It felt automatic to push herself up swiftly and land back on her feet. 

"What the fuck," she whispered, staring at her shaky hands.

It felt almost like it was a memory. But it wasn't hers. She had never learned to fight. And the clothes in her vision...

Her clothes!

She wasn't wearing normal, modern clothes, but something similar to cosplay outfits. Hers were in different shades of red and brown, a tunic that barely held in any heat, breeches that puffed up from cuffs on her calves, and strong, black shoes that were curled at the tips.

She was across the porthole where the morning light was taunting her. The chains on her hands were long, long enough that she could hold it at shoulder-width. (Y/n) didn't know what her plan was, but she had the feeling she had to trust her body. Letting herself fall again, her hands hit the floor and her body pulled upright, perfectly balanced, core tight like she had done this move a million times, until she was walking on her hands to the porthole.

Just yesterday, she was wheezing because she couldn't run at P.E. Now, she could walk on her fucking hands?

Straightening herself up, she peeked through the open porthole. She could see an iron hull, but the scenery around her...

It was ice all over. Ice lands and water, cold, freezing, but so familiar. She was freezing cold that her fingertips were turning blue. Her chest was contracting with the low temperature, lips turning dry and chapped. This was definitely her body, but the abilities weren't. 

She knew this place. She just did. Her eyes spotted a brilliant flash of light that shot up into the sky.

Voices drifted down from the deck of the ship. An aggravated voice said, "finally! Uncle, do you realize what this means?"

I won't get to finish my game?"

Who were they? Were they the ones who kidnapped her? But from where? And how could they get her to a freezing cold place so suddenly, on a ship?

"It means my search—it's about to come to an end. That light came from an incredibly powerful source. It has to be him!"

The older person groaned. "Or it's just the celestial lights. We've been down this road before, Prince Zuko—"