Scar
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Zuko
My scar marks me for life. It reminds me of my horrid past, one that I cannot erase. The burning sensation feeds the rage and anger flaring in my hollow heart, if I even have one. The pain hurts, yet I am devouring it for the rest of my life.
I want to move on, to forget the past and what mistakes I've made in the path I had chosen, but I cannot. This damned scarlet mark holds me back from wanting to make peace, peace with myself and the rest of the world. I want revenge, so I chase after it. No matter what I do, I can never fulfill that desire. The fire blocks the true answer, so I lag behind, not gaining anything.
I ask myself, who am I? Who do I want to be? The kind of person who runs around in the dark with hell fire consuming him, or the kind who wants to see the light and make a change. But what kind of change?
These questions linger in my mind, day and night, unanswered and unforgotten. I have no answers, I have nothing. Before I chose the path I want to walk on once again, I have to first understand what I am after.
Is it honor? Love? Comfort? Peace? Happiness? Revenge?
I cannot decide, I am confused. The scar engraved forever on my face will never heal, it brings me down. Frustration fills my heart, giving birth to wrath, fear, and dread. What is it that I want? Why is it that this forbidden scar degrades me so much?
I try to look at my reflection in the depths of the water in the vast oceans as I sail through them, guiding me to what I am trying to achieve. The moving ripples in the small tides show me the crimson mark, it's unavoidable reminder of what lingers behind me; my unchangeable past. The water tells me that I should see this scar for eternity as a friend.
But how?
Does this scar signify what I should learn from my past in order to prevent further destruction from happening now?
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