A Candle at Midnight

by Karynna

Zutara drabble series on a plotline. The Avatar has lost and Azula bends the world to her cruel will. But even she cannot determine the ultimate results of her actions. #6--Darkness. "There was nothing there for Katara."

1. Victory

This little plot has been developing for some time, but I haven't been able to decide how to write it. Then it hit me. Drabbles! Duh! So here we are, you and I, reader and writer. I hope you enjoy it, and please tell me if you do. Then again, tell me if you don't. Either way, thank you for reading.
I don't own Avatar. I don't even own my pillow.
--Karynna

1.

Victory was a silver sliver of laughter. It rang coldly against the mountains and echoed over the ocean to the very depths of the soul.

Defeat was a silver sliver of sadness. It formed defiantly in blue eyes unwilling to cry as cruel steel encased their hands.

Bathed in moonlight, the Princess lovingly grazed her fingernail across his face. He was only a child, but so was she. She laughed as she saw his friend struggle against her chains. Keeping her eyes upon the Waterbender, Azula cradled the dying Avatar in her arms, placing a gentle kiss against his lips.

The boy stirred against her embrace. Pulling him closer, she hummed a deadly lullaby. She would keep him alive just long enough to ensure that his spirit would never return.