Pain
Not everything has a happy ending.
A piercing scream was heard from the inner cambers of the Southern Water Tribe palace. A flurry of long, brown hair and jet black short hair was all that was seen through the ice cold marble floors. Their bare feet were shocked as they were both still in their pajamas, running for their lives at 2:00 in the morning. Pit, pat, their shoe-less feet pounded harder and harder on the floors, with Water Tribe soldiers right on their tail. They held hands and breathed for what seemed like the first time. The soldiers held on to his shirt and yanked him back. "Mr. Noaskyea, you are under arrest for crimes against humanity, the welfare of the crowned princess, and of the safety of our people." Pain filled her cerulean eyes as she was taken to her room, the opposite way of the prison quarters, which she knew all too well. The next day, the bright, sunny day seemed to taunt her as her mood darkened and darkened. She didn't dare come to the public square that day. For 2 weeks, she didn't eat, barely drank. She sent anyone daring enough to forcefully try to get her out with bruises and broken body parts. And then, one night, she was gone. Vanished out of thin air. Some say she never left. But all people agree, she felt the pain. And the blood splattered on the post. But as soon as she disappeared, a new bandit appeared, terrorizing the Southern Water Tribe,especially the Royal Family. She had a reputation everywhere, and was feared by everyone. Stories differ, but all people who saw her agreed she had long chocolate brown hair.