dream draft w/Madoka

He lays to rest the lifeless form of the Northern Princess, her long, snow-white hair in stark relief against the encroaching darkness. Where the darkness ought to be fading, where the moon ought to be reviving, he sees nothing, just a high-pitched... it's not even a human sound, it can't be human. If it's laughing or crying, he can't tell; all he knows is that the chill in his bones is not the temperature.

He wades into the koi pond, soaking his boots and coat, trying to get a better look.

Shattering the ice and snow dwellings of the Northern Tribe is... something, a giant monster, dressed in ruffles and lace, laughing-or-crying in despair-or-joy, making no distinction between the Water Tribe civilians or the Fire Nation soldiers.

Sokka splashes his way back to the princess' body, feels again for a pulse, for signs of breathing, and looks for some sign that her sacrifice was anything more than just that...

"I wish this hadn't happened!" he shouts, suddenly, squeezing the limp hand. "I wish she was alive, and I wish I could fight that-- that thing with the weird mechanism dress!"

It's barely out of his mouth when he's blinded in a rush of pink light, so intense he has to drop Yue's hand and back away. His arms go up to cover his eyes, and when it fades, he looks down.

In his hand there's an apple-sized pink jewel.