The fire flickered softly against the sleeping teenagers- and Iroh. The old man thought his nephew was asleep, so he was startled when Zuko asked him-
"Do you know what happened to her?"
He looked at Zuko, who circled his arms around the sleeping Katara's waist and added,
"My mother, I mean."
Iroh sighed and closed his eyes, seeing a story play out- Ursa, who hated the war, begging the Fire Lord to stop.
The night she was banished-and killed, for all Iroh knew- and her face, pleading him;
"Don't tell my children, Iroh. Please." There was a yell, and desperately, she added, "Protect them."
"From what?" He had whispered, looking nervously around.
"The war...Their father. Please."
He could only nod, and she was gone.
Zuko didn't look at him, instead, he just waited for an answer silently.
"No", he finally said, looking down. "I don't."
Either Zuko knew he was lying, or he believed him. Either way, he took is as a sufficent answer and nodded.
i'm baaaaaaack.
the day i finish a more than one-chapter zutara fic will be...
no time soon xD.
mmmhmm...So i decided on more Zutara drabbles. till christmas! yay!
you know, i haven't seen one full length new episode of season three. zomg.
this one wasn't too zutara-y, but whateva. :P
high schools fun, btw.
reviews! i missed the reviews!!
xoxo, ddk12.