I really liked the idea of this story and just had to write it. I hope you all like it and remember, my birthday is in three days so for my present you should review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender…damn it. I do own the plot and some characters of this story…yay.
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I sat under the large tree in the garden. My back rested against the trunk and my hands interlaced around my knee that was pulled up to my chest. I tilted my head back and closed my honey golden eyes, my father's honey golden eyes. My parents were heroes of the Hundred Year War. They had married two years after the final battle when my mother was of age. I had come along nine months later. Fifteen years later and I was being groomed into the perfect young lady. I had to be so that I wouldn't dishonor my family. The Royal Family. I was the daughter of Fire Lord Zuko and Fire Lady Katara. My Uncle Iroh had gone to Ba Sing Se after the war ended and reopened his tea shop, The Jasmine Dragon, so I only got to see him when he visited which was unfortunately limited to three or four times a year. My Uncle Sokka, Aunt Suki, and their twins, Kysa and Pau lived in the South Pole. Avatar Aang and Master Toph lived in Gaoling with their son Kuzon. They all came to visit whenever they could.
"Princess Zuria?" A servant's voice broke into my thoughts. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Hana. Hana was a middle-aged woman who had worked in the palace since I was a baby. She had actually been one of my nannies. She had dark brown hair that was always in a tight bun and a petite figure. She had been married once but her husband had been a soldier who was killed during the war. Hana didn't have any kids but she always said that I was enough to fill the gap.
"Yes Hana?" I got to my feet. I was fairly tall for my age so I was a little taller than her.
"Your father would like to see you in the throne room." She inclined her head slightly.
"How angry is he?" I sighed.
"Well…he wasn't exactly happy." She laid a hand on my shoulder. "Go, before he loses his temper."
"Ok. Thank you." I turned and left the garden. On my way to the throne room I glanced down at my outfit. I was wearing a casual Fire Nation outfit. It consisted of a black top that was tight on my breasts and showed my midriff with long wide sleeves, black pants that were tight on my thighs but loosened on my knees and covered some of my traditional boots, and deep red gloves that had the fingers cut off. My accessories included a silver dangly jewel in my belly button, a hoop and two studs in my left ear, a hoop and four studs in my right, and a black choker with a red jewel dangling from it. My pin straight black hair was hanging at my waist with the top layer in a top knot, my crown placed in it. My eyes were painted black and my full lips were painted blood red.
"Princess." Vivek, one of the guards in front of the throne room, acknowledged me.
"Hello Vivek." I greeted.
"You're here to see your father?" He guessed. I nodded and he opened one of the large doors. I walked inside and the door closed behind me.
"Hey Dad." I noticed that the wall of flames my father was sitting behind was larger than usual and bit my lip. That definitely wasn't a good sign.
"Zuria." His voice was cold and hard.
"You needed to see me?" I moved closer.
"Yes." He confirmed. "Zuria, do you remember the dinner last night?"
"Vaguely." I shrugged.
"Well allow me to refresh your memory." The flames grew again. "Every noble in the Fire Nation Capital was present at the very important dinner last night. You knew that this was a very important dinner. And yet you did what?"
"I sat there and stared at my hands." I muttered. "Exactly as I was supposed to do."
"Yes. You did so for about an hour and then you excused yourself and never came back." He was really pissed off.
"Yes." I confirmed.
"Zuria, you know you cannot just skip out on these dinners." He extinguished the flames and got to his feet. "You have responsibilities!"
"So let's just yell about it." I folded my arms under my breasts and glared at the floor.
"I will yell about it!!" He stepped down so he was in front of me. The Fire Lord was about five inches taller than me. "You know better than this Zuria!! You have been taught better!!"
"You mean in those darling etiquette lessons or at the Fire Academy for Girls?" I turned my glare on my father.
"Both!!" He was losing his temper.
"Well excuse me for not being in the mood to sit at a table and be judged by a bunch of nosy old men who want nothing more than for me to screw up." I grumbled.
"So you decide to prove them right?!" He boomed. "That is the dumbest thing you could possibly do!!"
"Oh trust me Dad, there are plenty of worse things I could do." I smirked a little. "Trust me, I've done a few."
"You had better be joking young lady." His voice was suddenly low and threatening.
"Sure. Let's go with that." I set my lips in a flat line.
"Do you enjoy doing this?" He demanded. "Do you get a kick out of pissing me off and making me look bad?!"
"Yes Dad. That is my goal in life. To make you freak out and make you look like a fool." My voice was dripping with sarcasm. "You're overreacting."
"Zuria, I suggest you go to your room." He was scowling.
"Fine." I turned and stormed from the room. I set random things on fire the entire way to my room. I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me once I was in my bedroom. I tried to control my anger but ended up punching the wall, leaving a scorch mark on the formerly perfect surface. My mother always said that I got a lot of things from my dad including my black hair, honey golden eyes, firebending skills, and his short fused temper. I got my tanned skin from my mom. I walked over and flopped onto my huge black and deep red bed. My dad and I had been butting heads since I was old enough to talk. Neither of us ever backed down either. It was an endless cycle of hard headedness and pride.
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I hope you liked the first chapter of UnwrittenSin. I can't help but remind you all that my birthday is in THREE days so…please review. Ok then, well I'll update as soon as I can.
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