I don't own Avatar: The Legend of Aang.
The Girl Who Dreamed White
Every night, the little girl's mother would sit on the edge of her bed and stroke her hair.
Every night, when the rest of the palace was quiet, she would say, "Sleep well, my darling." And the child would gaze up at her with bright eyes and a shadow clinging to the side of her face, and she'd breathe in, deeply, to smell the light sweet scent of her mother's skin.
She felt peaceful then, filled with a small quiet calm that was like a balm on her hot skin.
But then her mother would leave with a last fleeting kiss on her forehead, and the door would close, and the girl wasn't safe anymore.
Because that was when the darkness came. It wrapped tight around her so that she couldn't breathe, and it ripped at her with cold sharp claws. It was terrifying, but silent, and the girl couldn't scream for her mother like she wanted to –
It was horrible.
But not nearly as bad as the dreams.
Because the dreams did not stop. Every night, the girl would slip in and out of feverish consciousness so that waking and sleep ran together like a ribbon of silk – and she would dream of the most terrible things.
She would dream of a voice that was as cold and flat as a skipping stone.
Of a cruelty that rivaled the shadows in her room.
Of a ruthless thirst for power.
Of a heart so black it was like ink.
And most of all, she'd dream of fire.
It engulfed her and choked her, burnt her in places inside that were too private to think of. The pain shot straight through her, a thousand arrows.
White pain. White fire.
And the girl was afraid, because she knew that sooner or later…
She'd dream of a scared little girl.
A/N: This is Azula, in case you didn't know. It's something about how she knows one day she's going to be evil, and she's scared about it, but can't stop it – or something 00;;
I love writing like this, without worrying about pace/characterization/voice/all that shizzle. It just comes, and it's great :3
This may/may not turn into a series of the things I write which don't stand alone. Not all of them will be like this; my writing is erratic at best, so tell me what you think, please!
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