No More
Toph Bei Fong, a name meaning nothing at all.
The announcement cracked. Her introduction was fractured though no one really cared. She was new, fresh-kill, a tiny child with a death wish, and now was the ideal time to slip off for a warm, refreshing snack at a neighboring concessions stand; the fight wouldn't be lasting too long.
Toph Bei Fong, a hollow sounding thud on unrefined metal, nothing from the ground, a name of fake and man-made blunders.
A bell chimed. Feet shuffled. Toph took a step forward and was tripped. Laughter fumbled. The announcer flipped a joke at her expense.
Toph Bei Fong, disgusting as the cages human enjoyed trapping animals within.
"…it's," Toph slid her palms into the dirt. The granules sung to her skin, "…not fair."
A boulder flew. It whizzed on invisible strings, furious-fast, into his chest. She heard the contact shatter all his ribs. She heard him choke, heard his blood speckle the rocks, heard him die in a heap.
No one spoke.
She stood, not bothering to dust herself off.
Toph Bei Fong, a perfect princess no more.