Dad had lost the war.
There was no doubt about it as the guards who were patrolling had discussed about a new future with Zuko as the firelord. Its already been 2 years. The water therapy did help with the voices in my head. Now my mind is much clearer.Much deadlier.
I was weak. I've let Dad down, I've let the Fire Nation down. Most importantly, I let myself down. Just a year ago, I was still raving mad about the fact I lost to Zuko at our final Agni Kai. I was chained. Bound to the ground. My eyes had pierced theirs. A traitor from the Royal Family, and a water peasant. A bile rising in my throat as I struggled to break free. Rage pounded in my veins. The heat in my inner fire could roast anyone who tried to touch me then. The chained lock was too tight. With my hated element, water, dripping off my face and turning to steam. Flames breathed from my throat. I was helpless. I couldn't break free.
If I could, I would have ripped the both of them apart. Zuko wouldn't have to worry about his scar affecting his life anymore. As for the bitch, I would have killed her in front of the Avatar and rinse her blood with her hair in front of him. Dad would have finished the Avatar off by , the only thing I could do was breathe out flames at the enemy, attempting to burn them.
Instead, I felt burnt.
Not by the fire, but by my tears of failure. That wench. If it weren't for that wretched peasant, I wouldn't have lost my given right to the throne.
With Dad losing his firebending, I now have no one to back me up. Mai and Ty Lee had betrayed me. They betrayed me for something unworthy. Love. It was something I never believed in. I've always believed that fear is the only way that you could control people to do your wishes. And I still do.Love is for idiots.
I remember how I looked at myself in the mirror on the day of my coronation. How haggard and weak I had looked. Then I saw her. She wasn't really there of course. It was a moment of weakness when I let my emotions show the one thing I desired most above all things. My mother's love. As much as I hate to admit, I did. Everything was falling apart for me. Betrayal, mistrust,paranoia, and loneliness were all coming at me at the same time. And then, I just lost myself in a rage of flames and tears.
I lost control of everything. Even myself. That is why I'm sitting in this filthy place now.
Over the years, my mind had started to stabilise and I regained my composure. The doctors were impressed by my remarkable improvement. In a year more or less, I would be out among the people. Of course, its all thanks to Dad's training for my mental manipulation. I could manipulate people. Even myself. The effect wasn't immediate but it was quick.
It only took me that long to fight against my loss of control of my mind and get it back in one piece. I will not let it shatter again. I will not allow myself to fail again.
The next move I make, will be the last one they'll see. I will take back what's rightfully mine and rid the fire nation of such pathetic people.
I was born to rule. None of them had that. The fire nation would crumble in their leadership. It was time I took back my given right. The right given by Dad to me to continue his legacy across the world.
Footsteps and the rush of water. It seems my therapy session is about to begin. It is time for me to compose and manipulate my mind once more to think like the enemy. After all these,the real plan begins.
