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Toy soldiers
Toy Soldiers
Chapter information
Series

One-shot

Written by

Fruipit

Release date

11th December, 2013

Word count

693

Chronology
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A/N: Okay, I'm putting this at the top because I don't want to ruin the feels that you (hopefully) have at the end. This piece was inspired by Muse's Soldier's Poem; I set my iTunes to shuffle, and the goal is to write a one-shot/drabble based on, and in the span of, one song. I just did it because I wanted to listen to music and write. Toph could be considered OOC here, but as she's never had to face [SUBJECT AREA] before, I thought, 'heck, why not?'. I don't think this is out of character–I think it's a normal, human response, especially for a twelve year old girl who has been isolated her entire life. I also wanted to try out this writing style xD. As another note, I actually wrote this with a specific ATLA reference in mind (which is rare for me). Namely, the part in "Zuko Alone", where we find out exactly what the Fire Nation does to captured enemy soldiers. Not that it makes a great deal of difference in this story, but I still think it's good background information.


To enjoy freedom is to understand exactly what was sacrificed.




As soon as they step off Appa, all she wants is to climb atop him and escape again. A small, choked cry leaves her, missed by her friends (for which she is grateful). She can do nothing but stop and stand desolately in the middle of the field as, the presence of her friends barely felt, she feels some indescribable emotion overcome her. She can't focus, can't think, not- not when the

dead and defeated

Fire Nation is so close to catching them. She has to keep going, keep walking, but how can she, when she knows what lies just beneath the surface? There is a tap on her upper arm, and she turns to face... one of them. Aang, perhaps. His heartbeat erratic, full of adrenaline and life; it is mocking her, mocking them, and the knife sinks only deeper as she realises that he does not know. He seems

ignorant

at ease, despite the danger; his usual attitude of goodwill and trust. He believes they can get out of whatever problem they run into, and Toph wonders, briefly, what divine deity had bestowed on them that luck. She feels

cold

as though, if she could share some of that bliss, it would be okay. The grim reality is forcing its way up through the earth, the vibrations telling her all she doesn't wish to see- know. Katara is whistling, the tone low and melodious and yet still breathing life where there ought only be peace and silence. She wants to curl into a ball and wait; hope that the

nightmares

world might just wait a moment. They might pause and she would be given a brief respite before it came, the world, screeching to a halt and ending in

flames

peace and harmony, as the peoples breath a sigh of

pain

relief that, at last, it is ended–as it should and will.

"Are you okay?" he asks, worried and still smiling. The sign, sadistic only to her, makes her knees weak, and yet she can't stop to rest on the

cursed

soft ground, not while they are still running. Her legs won't obey her, and they buckle gently, slowly lowering her to the floor as the will to remain standing completely dissipates. He is by her side, rubbing her back as hot tears stream down her face and her body convulses in pained spasms. The retching continues, her throat burning as Katara gently places cool water over hear head, alleviating the

disgust

nausea as only healing water can do. She stops, panting, and she can feel the eyes of her friends on her. They are curious–what had prompted such a display?–and yet neither her heart nor head can focus on herself. She closes her eyes, and, for the first time since she was little, she wishes for sight; if only so she could blind herself to what she can see, and what she will never be able to forget.

"Toph, are you feeling ill?" Katara asks quietly, as though noise will disturb her friend. Toph almost laughs; compared to those she can see, she is faring extremely well. It is unfortunate for her, though, that Katara's soothing tone brings back memories and rituals; days of mourning and sorrow for one lost soul. How can Toph do that for thousands? She does not have the heart, the tears, for such an endeavour, and she (perhaps almost foolishly) wonders whether Katara could spare hers, or Aang his. She cannot mourn them all herself, but they still deserve peace.

The slow, steady hearts of those blissfully unaware help keep her tethered when all she wants to do is blow away, and she coughs once, twice. "I just- I just need a

lifetime

minute. I'll be okay," she mumbles, and though their trepidation is palpable, they agree with hushed murmurs. Her friends walk away, leaving her to sit there, panting heavily. One, two, three tears fall; two remain. It takes one more for her to trust they can't hear her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, to the earth and beyond. There is one more droplet, and she mumbles again. "I'm so sorry...."


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