a/z: Just a quick thought that came to my mind during the first episode. Enjoy.
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"Your prince has returned!"
Far away from all the news that bellowed from two older women, far from the commotion at the Fire Nation's Palace, and far from any trouble, rested a small home.
The cracked door squeaked as an eerie wind knocked against the old wood. Long streaks of both weather and painful memories chipped the side of the house, while the interior could not be considered any better that the outside of the rustic house. An unnaturally chilly breeze swept across the lonely country side, the sun peaking over the burning mountains of the fiery land.
Inside the home, a woman sat inside.
Her delicate (but yet so heavy) hands rested on the table, the one with the wobbly leg. A hot cup of tea soothed her plainly painted lips as her amber eyes blinked tiredly.
Oddly, voices from her neighbors were louder than usual, but today she didn't feel like taking the time to even notice.
With a sigh, the middle aged woman whose heart ached worse than the condition of her rented home, continued to listen to the soft drumming of her finger nails against the hard wood.
Then she heard it.
Cheering. People were cheering.
Turning her head, a frown resided on her thin lips. Her long hair lashed around with her, bouncing lightly on her stiff back. Holding her teacup, she stood to her feet, the loud squeaking of her chair was the only sound that she made.
Walking to her window, she carefully pulled back the dark curtains that gave her privacy in the small town she liked to consider her new home. Gripping her cup tightly, she slightly narrowed her eyes in order to listen what was happening outside. Vaguely, just vaguely, she could make out a few voices from the crowd.
"Did you hear? Ba Sing Se has fallen! The war might end soon!"
"Princess Azula is back!" "And Prince Zuko has returned."
Ursa gasped.
The teacup slipped from her hands, the liquid flailing and splashing to the floor. Bits and pieces shattered, the red and green designs separating and crashing on her tiled floor. The pool of tea became a puddle at her feet, her heart sinking so much lower than it, (Agni, this can't be happening, this can't be) and she could do nothing but feel her heart stop.
Glancing over her shoulder, her amber eyes trailed to the chest she kept under her bed, the very place where a single cape and a single crown was hidden.
It was time to visit home again, Ursa confirmed.