The color crimson seemed to paint every inch of a cell. It had been occupied for only a few days, but its occupant had been brutally tortured. The guards were given permission to treat the prisoner as cruel as possible. As such, the prisoner seemed to bleed nonstop.
The Princess, Azula, even found time to torture this prisoner. She only enjoyed every minute of her brothers torture. Her father never tried to stop her, in fact, he encouraged her. Everyone knew that Fire Lord Oazi never cared much for his son. His sons' new treachery had humiliated him for the last time.
Fire Lord Oazi had once ordered the guards to drag Zuko into the front of the palace where the people gathered. Zuko's arm had been chained to two separate poles. All the citizens were called to witness the event. Zuko had been chained on display as Azula made an example out of Zuko. She used her own technique, a lightning whip, and lashed at Zuko's back.
When the example had been made, Zuko's back showed no hint of his skin color. His back suffered from severe burns. The guards took him back to the dungeon and chained back onto the pole inside his cell. For days, Zuko felt his wound open and reopen. His own warmth was generated by his blood seeping from his wounds.
His head hung down. His eyes closed. Nothing seemed to faze him. Nothing mattered. The only thought to occupy his mind, was Katara. He did not know if she escaped from the city, or if she was even alive. His only key to remembering her was clutched in his palms. Her most treasured possession; her necklace. The thoughts haunted him. Not enough to keep him awake through the nights. The guards never allowed him the chance to slumber.
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