Chapter 4: Fighting a loosing battle
Sokka's eyes snapped open. The first thought that flew into his mind was about Azula. Where was she? Where were the flames? He remembered flames, and glass, and a cackle of laughter. He remembered seeing Azula, her golden eyes flashing, her raven hair tinged blue by the glow of her lightning. But, then, something had saved him, and after that, Sokka's memory went dark. The blue of Azula's lightning seemed to blaze before Sokka's open eyes. He shook his head, but then gripped it firmly as it throbbed painfully. He could feel a large lump on the back of his pounding head.
Lifting his head cautiously, Sokka looked around at where he was. He was home. He was sitting up in his canopy bed, his bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of moonlight was pouring through the gap between the curtains. It was silent. It was an eerie silence. The curtains fluttered feebly as if being blown by wind, but Sokka could not hear it wisp by. Something was wrong.