Fire began to rain down upon them, the four of them attempted to scatter and
avoid the blazes, but even with the Avatar's skills there was no chance. Trees soon
began to fall separating the from each other the end all four made it out alive
except only three of them were together. The fourth had been shackled and in her
blue eyes the blaze that had broken the group was reflected.
She was quickly shackled, her water pouch burned, and her fingers stuck
together with a strange rather sticky resin. All this would keep her Bending from
happening during their long trip.
It didn't take her long to find out who was leading this skilled band of
soldiers. although she didn't expect "Him" to care about her... wether she was hurt,
tired, hungry, or thirsty. What he did care about is when she started becoming close
to death. it was at these moment that the Prince would come to the back of the
entire line up to see her. The weeks of marching and being dragged and burned
had taken there toll on her once beautiful body.
The blue robes she wore had been reduced to a tattered rag that barley kept
the men around her from getting a good look at her chest. Her once lively face had
turned gaunt and boney from the lack of food, water and rest. The prince came to
this remnant of a person once a week and fed her off the scraps from his meals,
and came once every two days with "some" water to make sure she wouldn't die
until a time when it hurt his enemy the most.
This time though he whispered in a crazily calm voice,"When this trip is
over... the fun will truly begin." He simply smiled and walked away leaving a glass
of water and some scraps for her.
A/N- sry about the giant gaps in time i simply wrote this how it came to me and left it at that