One Enemy Down
By: Iroh's Tea Shoppe Girls
Disclaimer: How many times do we have to tell you silly people, of course we don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. It owns us. And we wish we owned Iroh!
Zula applied lipstick to her lips, they were feeling chapped as the often did. She dressed herself in the horrid brown robes she had been using as a disguise. It wasn't yet dawn, only a hint of light came from the eastern horizon. It was the perfect time for her to leave.
The Fire Nation princess turned around once more to see the fellow she had spent the night with. She smiled at him, his eyes stared off into space dully. She was sure he understood why she had to leave. After all, she was the princess of the Fire Nation. And he was a rebel whose sole goal was to drive the Fire Nation troupes away whenever possible.
As she gathered her things she smirked as she remember how they met. It was just yesterday, she had been wearing her disguise and claimed to an orphaned bastard child of the war. She explained her royal amber eyes away as being from her rapist father whom she hated everything about, including his country. The group of rebels took her in, offering her protection.
Jet took a special interest in her. Zula figured it was because she was a pretty girl. It really didn't take much to get Jet to unwittingly play right into her hand. She just had to smile shyly and nod, and before she knew it the rebel leader was offering her a tour of his private tree hut and ordering his "men" to not disturb them.
"So long," the black-haired girl said as she left the hut. "It was nice meeting you Jet. Pity I had to kill you."