Lost on the Air
“I know you’re there,” The prisoner said suddenly, and Sokka flinched. Probably male then. His voice was raspy, yet gentle in tone. It made him sound younger than Sokka imagined him to be. “What? You’re not being very subtle.”
Sokka felt his throat bob nervously. “Umm, sorry?”
The prisoner didn’t move, and Sokka chose his words carefully - he might as well try and make friendly with the dude, lower his chance of being murdered in his sleep. “I’m Sokka. I don’t suppose you have a name?”
There was a silence, and Sokka imagined he too was choosing his best option. “Lee.”
A nice, common Fire Nation name, if the scrolls he’d read were anything to go by. Also a lie, most likely, but Sokka wasn’t sure if he wanted to pry.
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Six years after Firelord Iroh’s rise to power, Moon Prince Sokka of the Northern Water Tribe is kidnapped by rebels, threatening the fragile peace of the four nations. Katara vows to find her brother no matter who or what stands in her way.
Meanwhile, trapped in the clutches of Fire Nation rebels, Sokka forges a tentative alliance with a fellow prisoner who might just be his key to escape… But only if they can trust each other.