Experimenting, having fun, came up with this. Theme songs and drabbles for the royal Fire family of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Aside from this one, I have plans for Ozai and Ursa. I'm looking for ideas for Azula and Iroh. Hope you enjoy! -Ivy
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"Viva La Vida" -Coldplay
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
The scratching of a broom moving over the same spot of sidewalk reached the ears of the boy holding the tool. He glanced down distractedly, not realizing his mind had drifted far away from the task at hand. So far that it had been in another land entirely.
His homeland.
A land physically far away, but forever on his mind. The boy recalled his former life, as prince of this, the most powerful, nation. He recalled the palace, his personal servants, and being able to do nearly anything he wanted. He recalled his family: his father, his sister… and his mother.
Blinking away an unnoticed tear, the boy checked himself. That was then. That is no longer my life.
The boy raised his head to watch as the last rays of sunlight disappear over the Ba Sing Se wall. The boy lifted his hand to touch the rough, and now warm, scar covering the left side of his face.
Reminded of his purpose, the boy picked up the broom and resumed sweeping the sidewalk in front of his uncle's teashop.
"Nephew!" came a cheerful voice from inside. "Why don't you come inside for some tea?"
The boy called back, "Alright, Uncle!" He lingered for a moment, glancing around the deserted street. A flicker of light caught his eye, and the boy noticed the torches had been lit for the night. The boy stared longingly, almost hungrily, at the flame.
His finger twitched, and the boy curled his hand into a fist. Not here, he reminded himself. The shop has just opened. Don't ruin it.
Smiling softly to himself at the thought of his uncle and the man's love for tea, the boy hurried inside, dragging his broom behind him.
As he lay in bed later that night, the boy again thought of his old life. One day, that will be my life again. I will be able to go home.
But then, as he stared at the ceiling through the darkness, the boy wondered where home really was.