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Zuko POV (Azula Prompt)
Prompt||”What do I have to say to make you understand?”||Zuko&Azula
Settled within his heart, was a pit of desolation, now that nearly a year had passed by since Lady Ursa’s disappearance, dear mother to the prince and princess of the fire nation. The only source of light that seemed to shine down upon Zuko, was the fact that his Uncle Iroh had finally returned. Uncle often found means of distraction for the distraught boy. He taught the prince various instruments, recited tales of Ba Sing Se from his travels there, while even taking Zuko himself on trips throughout their nation. However, Uncle was still a General, therefore he couldn’t always be around to entertain his nephew.
During the times in which Uncle Iroh was busy, Zuko usually found himself in the gardens, but even that was too difficult to bear at times. He found himself drawn to the entrance, in sight and in mind. Any sound deriving from that area in the garden would have his head jerking around in that direction.
Growing frustrated with his inability to just relax, he pushed himself from the grass he was seated and almost stomped back inside the palace walls, mood soured. The sounds of his footsteps could be heard echoing off the walls as he paced towards his quarters. Perhaps he could get some actual rest in his room, alone and in the dark. It actually sounded quite inviting right now.
With a plan in mind, and the destination nearing, his pace slightly increased. He had but only a few steps to spare, when suddenly his foot got caught on something unknown, and the next thing he saw was the hard flooring coming straight for his face. The collision didn’t initially hurt as bad as it shocked him, but after he managed to lift his head up, he felt a rush of something exude from his nostril. The blood trickled from his nose a few more times before he realized what had happened, followed by a dull, throbbing pain.
Clutching his nose together to keep the blood from further staining the floors, he rolled around to see his sister slyly leaning against the wall, her foot still in place from where he had tripped over it. “Not funny, Azula!” He spat with as much harshness as he could muster with one hand over his face. “Look what you did!”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes at him. “If you think about it, I’m helping you. It’s about time you toughen up, Zuzu. You’re welcome.” She smirked, but it only fueled his fire further. “I hate you! Stay away from me, I don’t ever want to see your face again! Not until mom comes back and gives you the punishment you deserve!”
Her eyes flashed back a flame even brighter than his, filled with more anger than he could measure. “What do I have to say to make you understand?” She took two steps towards her brother, who was still settled on the floor, fear replacing the anger in his hues. “Mother. Is never. Coming back! She’s dead, you hear? Dead!” The blue flames at her side were growing, but just as Zuko closed his eyes and prepared to face her wrath, she whipped around and descended down the hall, flames slowly sizzling out. He listened to the echo of her steps before they completely faded, finally retreating into his room where he lay in complete darkness until Uncle came searching for him.
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