Author's Notes:
This sliver of a story came to me when I was watching "Zuko Alone" (an episode that makes me cry without fail)
This is Ursa's point of view I guess you would call it…
Yet again really short…
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Mother Knows Best
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The sting from the slap on her face and the image of her son made up her mind. She had to do it. At this point in time there was no going back anyway.
The jewls in the dagger hilt dig into her skin, leaving red idents in pale flesh. They wink up at her, laughing at her helplessness, how she is backed up into a corner like a wild animal caged. Wincing she peels it from her hand and tries to focus on the energy she knows she must summon to run.
Breathein.
Breatheout.
(I can do this)
(No you can't)
(I must. I will.)
(fearfearfear her heartbeat screams)
Before she can changer her mind she is opening the door, stepping in and closing it quickly behind her.
In minutes there is a gurgled scream and blood splatters the floor.
The wild animal is free.