He hadn't believed them when they told him.
"The Southern Air Temple was attacked..." the messenger read the scroll, with a voice as grave and as cold as falling rocks in the snow.
The Prince felt an awful something build in the pit his stomach.
"there were no survivors..."
This had to be a minor jest put up by his airbending friend.
"You're lying!" the prince shouted. "You're lying-lying-lying-lying!"
Except his airbending friend wasn't the one to joke about things that way.
"Prince Bumi, please!" the young prince's caretaker placed a soft hand to his shoulder.
Aang had just sent a letter three days earlier about, his next visit.
"Aang! AANG! AANG! AANG!" Bumi cried out, falling to his knees.
The airbender and he were to fly to the south pole and go penguin sledding.
"Prince?" The messenger held the scroll in his hands awkwardly, unsure whether to help the maid in consoling the boy.
Bumi did not weep, or retch for he was made of far stronger stuff.
"Prince Bumi!" the maid called after her charge as he stormed out the room, seeming to rock the foundations of the palace with each step.
To his room he, what even Aang would call, flew, earthbending a thick wall of rock to block his doorway. Bumi stomped out to the balcony dropping his arms across it to lay and watch the city of Omashu go through its daily dealings and other such business. Anytime now the guards would come, with their earthbending skills of much greater level than the prince, and bring down the wall. They would try to talk to the prince, get him to understand, but Bumi wouldn't let them because he was stubborn. He'd figure it out on his own. Something they hadn't told him was that Fire Nation was responsible for this slaughter, though he knew already. At the age of thirteen the prince wasn't as out of touch, and naive as others of his social standing. He was exposed to the world, part of which through Aang, and though he hadn't seen or felt the brunt of any of it directly. Bumi knew, he just knew the Fire Nation would end up crazier than he was.
The prince felt strange.
"No survivors...?" Bumi uttered in disbelief as he buried his face into the cradle his arms had made on the sandy balcony stone.
He hadn't believed them when they told him.
A/N: Earlier today while sitting in English, I thought this little doo-dad up. I wanted to give the whole sad tragedy thing a try, I'm not very good at it, I don't think. So tell me what you think, accountees or guests, I'm not picky about who does it.