Title: Once Upon A December
By: Me, BitterSweetNightmare
A Christmas present for MysticGlitz on deviantART
Azulas POV
Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
When Jet rescues me I feel like I am in and fairy tale. He could have easily let me lay there uncounious and let the snow cover me and let me frezze to death. But he didnt, he choosed to take care of me until I regain the energy that I lost to the snow. Jet brought me to a nice, cozy, warm place were he sat by my side, holding my hand and sing to me, a hunting melody that plays in my head when ever I go to bed.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance throught a silver storm
Figures dancing gracfully
Across my memory
The second time Jet saved me, was when I fell into a river during a storm. The current was to strong so I was at its mercy, everything went black and when I opened me eyes everything horrible and scary was gone. The river and its rapids was replace with a rebel camp were Jet hold me tightly, to warm my cold body. This time the fairy tale began to go to a deeper level. I hold on to him not wanting him to leave me, but in the morning he was gone.
Far Away, long ago
Glowing din as an ember
Thing my heart
Used to know
Things it yearns to remember...
The third and finally time he saved me, the fairy tale ended. There was a resistence of firebenders that attacked me. I was so shocked that someone for my nation would try to kill me, that I was easily taken out. Fire was everywhere around me and I counldnt get up, my body was praralyse. There was no hope that I would get out of this one...until Jet showed up. At he end were I usally fall alsleep to his lallaby, I gave him a kiss and said I never wanted him to go. But he just shaked his head and sang his song.
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
People say that those meetings with Jet were just a dream, since I would always wake up in my own room. And everything seems like none of those life threating experiances never happened. They say I dreamed a three night fairy tale, with the bad guys, and the handsome hero that sings me to sleep. But I believe that it really happened even though it seems hard to believe and that there is no report on a rebel named Jet since fall. His last scream to destoy some soldiers were to blow up a dam tp flood a villiage, then they said he disappeared without a trace. Thats what he does I suppose, show up and disappear without a trace after his hunting melody goes into the others mind and is always there and will never leave.
