Well here's my first story when chapter 2 will be up is anyone's guess, hopefully soon.

Reviews are greatly welcomed/needed. Anyway-

I rubbed my palms together.

She still hadn't looked at me. Heck, I didn't even know if she was my mother. Part of wondered why I had even come. There was

a red stain on the gray cobble stone floor, looked like blood. I didn't dare question further. Rats scurried around; drafts and light

seeped in through the barred window. I rubbed my hands together, again. Minutes passed. She still hadn't looked at me, silence

stood and I was too afraid to make a sound. Her ratty hair hung in her face, ashy like mine, only mine was darker, wasn't it? . She

was pale and skinny like me, that much I could tell.

"Cick, click." A guard pushed open the door; she seemed out of place in her red uniform, amidst all the grays of shadows and of

old cobblestones. "Well," she whispered questionably. I shook my head. No nothing,. Luckily she seemed to understand, good I

don't think could've talked even if I wanted to. She placed the tray she was carrying on the floor and pushed it into the cell. She

snapped her fingers grasping the woman's attention "Azula, lunchtime." She was remarkably good-hearted to a woman who had

helped wrong her in so many ways. The woman picked up the offered tray and then she lifted her face to us as if she was raising

it to that of the rising sun; indead of to two ordinary people.

Azula's eyes narrowed. "Who are you," she demanded.

"Kyi," I whispered.

"What, what, repeat yourself," she shouted angrily. The guard chuckled good-heartedly, "Well after all these years you still talk like

royalty."

"Kyi," I repeated. "I am Kyi." The woman glared at me, then the guard.

An uneasy silence followed. The guard left not nearly as enthusiastic as when she had entered.

"Daughter," the woman had seemingly become a different person with a simple word. I could feel my eyes grow

wider. "Come here." Not knowing what else to do, I scooted cautiously to the cold iron bars toward her out stretched hand. I took

it in mine, it was cold and clammy, like mine. "You have lived, never had I thought it even possible."

"Mother, mother, so you are my mother then." She removed her hand and stared.

"That I am, now why else have you come," sternness gazed form her narrowed eyes and her slyness once again returned, well at

least somewhat.

"To ask, you have been imprisoned since after the war ended fourteen years ago, if you've been here the whole time than how did

you….", I couldn't find the right words everything just seemed either too crude or something, "Who is my father?"

She shrugged, "your father was from an island in the southern Fire Nation, close to Half Moon Island but farther east opposite to

Meinki in the west I don't remember the name, he came to see me, to preform a finale act of loyalty though he died for yet another."

As usual my voice was lost, no one who would ever love me accept out of obligation, blood is thicker than water.

She exhaled slowly, "...your grandmother has your eyes,... deep forest green... with stripes of underlying blue…..,"her mind

seemed to have lost itself in thought ", anything else?"

"No."

The moments passed in anxious silence.

"So," she said sipping at her tea with a sly icy smile, "can you fire bend,?" I shook my head.

"Only lightning, never fire." She tilted her head she seemed frigidly curious.

I left feeling the rusted iron door close behind my back. Waiting for the lock to slowly click, before allowing myself to relax against

it.Well maybe someone did wait even if unknowingly. And why couldn't I lie to her it didn't even cross my mind Only lightning,

never fire never had I told a living soul. Though I'm sure some knew ,but I'd never... A weight had been dropped from my back only

to be replaced by a lighter more ominous one. Now what…..I could barely guess.