DISCLAIMER: don't own AVATAR.
i tried to wait till New Years, but i can't take it anymore! introducing the last of my originals from nick dot com!
A Z2 original! Enjoy!
1 A Servant's Dreams
I sat in the corner of my room in my Master's house. My Master lives in the Fire Nation, about a mile from the Capital. While I sat in the corner of my room in my Master's house, I stared at the water floating right above my palm.
I didn't understand it. My Master had told me I was of Fire Nation blood, but only Avatars and people from the Water Tribe could waterbend. I knew I wasn't the Avatar, and I certainly wasn't Water Tribe, if what my Master said was true. So how could I possibly waterbend?
I shivered as I remembered the day I learned I was a bender…
Mopping was one of the few chores my Master gave me that I didn't mind. Just the fact that there was so much to mop, was the part I did mind.
Back and forth, back and forth, squish squash, squish squash, went my mop as I mopped the Entry Hall.
Back and forth, back and forth, squish squash, squish squash.
Squish, squash, squish squash.
Back and forth, back and forth.
I glanced back at my bucket of water. My eyes widened. Was the water in the bucket moving? It couldn't be moving. There were no windows open, so there was no breeze to blow the water. How was it moving?
I stopped mopping, and the water stopped moving. I started the back and forth motions of mopping again, and the water began to move again. I dropped my mop, and winced slightly at the 'pang' as it hit the floor. But I ignored it as I walked to the bucket.
I lifted my arms into a position that looked sort of as if I was holding an invisible mop, and began to move my arms back and forth, and the water in the bucket did the same! I rose my hands above my hand, and the water in the bucket rushed to meet my fingertips!
I lowered my hands to my sides, and the water returned to its place in the bucket.
I knew that I was far from ordinary in the Fire Nation, but this was ridiculous…
I had only been 9 at the time, for 6 years no one knew about my ability, except for one. He was my only salvation in this damned house, but you will know about that later.
For 6 years, I practiced my bending in secret, using it to help me with the chores that required water. When my Master was out, I would always take a large amount of water, and spread it all across the floors of the house, and quickly pull it back. The floors would be spotlessly clean, but I was never praised or awarded for my good job.
But when my Master was in, I always had to be careful. I would always bend in small halls, far from where my Master was at the time, and in the bigger halls, or halls or rooms near him, I would do the job by hand, with the mop.
No one could ever know, never.
I looked wearily out my window, and shuddered and turned away from the gritty glass. The sun was setting, and I did not wish to sleep. If I slept, that dream would return. And I did not wish to dream that dream.
It was a nightmare, every night after that dream I would awake, screaming, pools of sweat filling my cot, and hearing my Master yelling at me to keep it down. The next morning I would be whipped for the disturbance. I didn't mind the whips, I was use to them.
"AAAHHH!" A young girl screamed. It was a servant girl, no older than 6, and her Master raised the whip again.
"SILENCE WHELP!" He roared, and brought the whip down again. The servant girl bit her lip till it bled horribly, but never did she scream, never did she cry, she didn't even whimper. She fell to the ground, her lip still bleeding, but her Master paid no mind. He turned away curtly, and walked away.
"Clean up this mess." Her Master called. The young girl rose very slowly to her feet, wiped the blood from her chin, and went to find the bucket and mop.
"Yes Master." She whispered obediently.
But the same dream, it scared, it felt hauntingly familiar.
The skies were a crisp, clear, cold blue. I giggled as I was whirled around, and grinned up into that face. It looked much like mine, and I raised a chubby hand to meet that face.
No one expected it all change so quickly, not me, not the people I could sometimes see next to her face,
Not even her.
The sky changed from blue to red, a bloody red. Giant red things that looked like horrible stars falling from the sky rained upon us.
She quickly ran, hoping to escape an unknown danger.
I was wrenched away from her, and she cried out, trying to take me back from whoever held me now. I couldn't tell, this new person was cold and hard, but warm at the same time. There was red all over him, and he looked evil.
"MY BABY! PLEASE, GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!" She cried.
As darkness enveloped us, a cold and evil voice spoke out.
"Never…"
That dream was horrible, and I didn't understand one bit of it. Who was that woman? Who was that man? Why did I keep having that dream? Why…?
Ooo! Mysterious, no? anyone want to make some guess about the girl's Master, the evil voice, and the lady from her dream? Come on, don't be shy, let's see some reviews!
Inner Devil: yah, this is a Z2 original, first posted on nick dot com, it was popular there, how about here?
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