A/N: Yet another drabble. It was inspired when I was skimming through the entries to a livejournal challenge and saw a past one for dance. This was the result.


She knows that they wonder why she insists on repeating the dance, even though the heavens are pouring their tears wildly and the waves are tossing madly. Threatening at any moment to pitch them all over board. She knows that they believe her mad, not that she cares. The only thing she cares about is that they obey her and in that strain they will remain here in the rain until she does the forms perfectly. Until her death dance as she likes to think of it, is flawless. The perfect delivery of death by the perfect monster.

Perfect monster. A phrase that she has held to her heart from the moment her mother first referred to her as a monster. A phrase that was one thing in her life she actually had to spend effort to succeed at and it irked her. Her fool of brother might very well have disappointed their father and grandfather, with his lackluster fire bending and inability to think with the ruthlessness necessary to rule the Fire Nation, but he had always been able to perfectly live up to their mother's expectations for him. It had burned her admittedly twisted and caused a goal to define itself in sharp detail within her psyche.

If within her mother's sight she was truly a monster, then she will be a perfect monster. Truly what else could she be anyway? She is the daughter of the Fire Lord and his Lady, widely regarded as the perfect beauty so how can she- their daughter be anything but perfect in her assigned role as the monster, the cold genius of the family.

So she trains her body and mind dutifully, religiously some might even say. She doesn't care. Her whole focus as she spins, leaps, kicks in the drenching rain; sends lightning dancing through the air to strike with lethal intent and aim at imaginary foes, is on honing her mind and body to a zenith of perfected indifferent killing intent.

What else is more worthy after all than a perfect offering of death perfected from the perfect monster to her perfect mother?


Well? How bad was it please be truthful and polite. I need all the help I can get. On another front I know I need to update my other story and for the record I am halfway through typing and editing it so with luck it'll be up by the end of next week. With luck.