Fire lord Zuko sat at his throne over looking the ball taking place. His eyes scanned the crowd. It looked like a rainbow with all the extravagant masks and costumes people were wearing. He himself had shucked his usual Fire lord attire and replaced it with a less exaggerated costume. To his relief these clothes were more comfortable and the oversize spikes that usually sat on his shoulders had been removed. Zuko also like many of the other guests had a mask. His mask was gold and it covered his eyes and part of his face, making him unrecognizable with it on. It hid his scar which Zuko prefered as he could slip around the ball undetected. He had yet to put it on though.

He continued to watch the dancers swaying backwards and forwards to the rhythm. His uncle had tried to get him to dance, He smirked, So far Zuko had been winning much to his uncle's silent pouts over future grandkids. He chuckled to himself.
He always hated dancing. Not for the dance itself but for the competition the girls had with each other when they danced with him. Always trying to impress him with whatever they could do. All trying to become the next Fire lady. Zuko knew they wanted FIRE LORD ZUKO, not just plain old Zuko.

Zuko eyes flew downcast as he descended his throne and started to find his way through the crowd, quickly donning his mask. He wanted to escape from the hectic ball room. His eyes found the entrance to the hall, where people continued to enter from. Zuko quickly made his way to the doors his eyes remained downcast. Zuko clambered his way through the crowd, suddenly Zuko was thrown sideways slightly. He looked up and was about to tell the person off for knocking him over when he noticed something he didn't expect to see. In the entrance doors stood a young woman probably his age or younger. Her crystal blue dress billowing around her as the breeze from outside caught it. Her face was framed by brown curls, while the rest of her hair was up in an elegant loose bun at the back of her head. Like Zuko she had a mask on except hers was pale blue and was laced. It covered the area just around her eyes while also extending a bit further on her face, shielding her identity. Even though she had a mask on he could still see her large blue eyes as they scanned the hall. Zuko stood mesmerized in her beauty. He saw the woman step down the steps slowly. She moved gracefully as if she was walking on nothing but air, her feet stepping carefully on every step. Zuko found himself moving towards the stair case, and towards her. His eyes never left her face. Before he knew it he was there standing in front of her.

To be continued……