A/N- Here's the new version of the Jewel of Kyoshi. Hope you like it
Disclaimer- These characters belong to Bryan Konietzko and Micheal Dimartino
Dedication- This is dedicated to a firend of mine, who helped me write it
Prologue: Different Kinds of Torture
The last thing I remember was a painful burst of blue fire. I woke in a pitch black cell with a raw burn scar along my back. My limbs were bound together and I was shackled to the floor, but not gagged. The room flooded with light as I heard the voice I hated most in the world 'Well well well if it isn't the little Jewel of Kyoshi' she grinned malevolently as she entered the room and circled me like a hawk. I smirked at her 'Here for a rematch?'. She shook her head but didn't speak. 'What do you want Azula?' I demanded.
'To rule the world, irritate my brother and to torture you' I scoffed at her.
'I can take anything you can give because- she cut me off.
'Yes I know, Sokka is coming for you' she mocked 'The Avatar and the Earth King will defeat the Fire Nation and restore balance to world' that is what I'd told her every single day of my imprisonment. 'I have news for you' malice radiated from every inch of her. Nothing good could come of this and yet I HAD to know. 'After we shipped you off, we borrowed those uniforms of yours. They were quite useful in infiltrating Ba Sing Se' I gasped, Azula in the Earth Kingdom Capital. 'Yes it got us far enough to engage the Avatar' my heart stopped. 'All the elements destroyed by a single bolt of lightning'.
'No' a single sob escaped my lips. Aang was dead, the world's last hope. Gone. Destroyed. Azula revelled in my despair 'With him gone it was only to easy to bring down the Earth Kingdom'. I screamed. I put all of my pain and fury at the fire nation and the world and screamed. As the last echoes died away I turned to the Princess 'there are you happy?'.
'Not really' she sighed 'I was hoping you cry, still there's plenty of time for that'. I glared at her suspicious. 'What are you planning?'
'A present for my brother actually' yes the angry jerk who destroyed my village, Zuko. She saw the look in my eyes 'Yes he burned your island to ground I recall' that made me angrier. 'Oh that's not all' she laughed 'he killed the Avatar'. I hissed with fury and Azula watched, amused. 'I think he'd like a pretty little slave girl for his birthday'. Never.
'I'd rather burn alive' I wasn't exaggerating.
'Perhaps that can be arranged' she grinned sickeningly again 'for your friends'. Azula had found my Achilles Heel. I was happy to die for defiance to the Fire Nation, but I wouldn't let them hurt my friends. Even if it meant the loss of my pride. I conceded defeat. I was a slave, to Aang's murderer.
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