– First and foremost I would like to inform everyone that as of right now this is not a Sokkla100…

It's not that I have anything against Sokkla100 I think that whoever first initiated the idea deserve some major props, but I myself am not a fan. I mean maybe it's just me but I feel like sokkla100 never get completed and that authors lose some writing creativity by following someone else "guidelines" by having to incorporate a certain subject into the pairing.

I mean honestly, for all you Sokkla fans, how many drabbles have you read titled opaque?

It's not that I'm trying to offend anyone, I just have certain (strong) opinions and I myself typically choose to... Fuck the system.

That is all.

I do not own any parts of Avatar: The Last Airbender Those rights go to Michael Dante DiMartino, and Bryan Konietzko

_Only the strong will survive_

"Okay Azula, now all I need you to do is breath-" Another excruciating scream vibrated along hospital walls.

"Come on stay with me."

Oh Agni, it hurt, if this was any indication at all as to what parenthood felt like she would have to kill Sokka before-

"I need you to push azula! You have to push if you want to save this baby!"

With clenched nails and grinding teeth the young Princess followed commands.

Childs cries were dwarf by Azula's screams.

And suddenly all Sokkla could smell was death and baby powder.

_It's hot outside. Let me go swimming in your eyes_

The ocean smelled like salt and crashed like thunder.

Surrounding beach goers had long since packed up their buckets and shovels, heading home in fear of the impending storm.

Although the soft ways begged him to roll with them among the even softer sand, Sokka resisted reminding himself of the sharp crack of lightning.

"Hey lifeguard. Care to join me for a swim?"

With raised eyebrows and a cocky smile Sokka explained to Azula the dangers of the storm and of his temperamental boss, who would rave a just the thought of Sokka abandoning his post to swim with some girl.

"Mhm, I guess you're no fun." She started seductively, "Perhaps you should worry less about the storm and more about how lonely I'll be in the waves, all by myself…" She trailed off giving him an expected look before heading into the water.

She heard feet against sand and smirked. "Oh and if your boss does happen to swing by you could mention to him about how you were valiantly saving me from the dangerous storm."

He smiled.

_To the Bitter End_

Amidst the fighting stood to young enemies, sworn against each other since birth, taught and tormented to believe in only their way of life.

Seemingly side by side they picked off what they called enemies. Using the weapons and knowledge learned from their culture and experiences.

The battle reached its peak and the teens fought through friends and foes, desperate to escape the crowd.

She fell silently twisted beneath yet another water tribe savage, while he narrowly dodged an opponent with flaming hands.

Through the masses gold met blue.

And that was all it took.

1.) At first I really didn't want to kill Azula off in this one, I even had written the scene in which she first held her baby… But in the end, I felt this was better.

2.) Technically this really isn't a drabble, It's far over a hundred words but… I just like it too much.

3.) I'm not sure how I feel about third person limited, I tend to write omniscient but this just kind of.. happened.