Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to get another chapter out! I was toying around with ideas again.
Just giving you a heads-up: school started for me, so homework is a first, and writing is a close second. So if you need a status update on where I am with a story, just head on over to my profile where I've created a story status thing, where I can tell you if I'm working on a story or not or what's up with the story at that point in time. :)
This chapter is dedicated to Sierra () for her motivation! *hands cookie*
Written by me~
~Larcian
She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at the guards before her. "Let me in now," she demanded.
"I'm sorry, Princess," said the younger of the two guards. His brown eyes shone with fear as he spoke. "The Chief says that this is a very important meeting and he is to be disturbed by no one unless it is an absolute emergency."
"This is an emergency!" She stamped her foot.
Kyle placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe we should come back later." She shrugged his hand away and turned her glare upon him.
"Shut up. You don't even know what I'm talking about."
The older guard spoke up. "Well if you can tell us, I'm sure we should be able to get a message to him by the next meal and-"
"That's too late! I need to talk to him now!"
"No can do."
"The spirits of origin came to me in a vision and told me of an important task that I must do." Zathara spoke quickly and, while the guards still stood in shock, she pushed past them and swept into the room, with Kyle following closely behind.
The hall was silent as every man at the table turned their heads to stare at the two royals. Every man except Chief Verun, who wrote something on a scroll as he spoke. "I hope you have a good reason for interrupting this meeting, my children."
Zathara lowered her head as a sign of respect. "Father, I have received a vision from the spirits. They say that I can control all four elements and I have to help create peace in the world." The chief paused in his writing while others murmured around him
"That," he said, putting his brush down, "is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. No one can control all the elements! Especially a girl." Everyone else nodded in agreement.
"If you would please, Chief Varun," said a voice, "I would like to see a demonstration of this." It was Kano. Zathara glared at him.
"Yes, sure, go ahead." The chief waved his hand and went back to his writing. The rest of the men stared at her in earnest, waiting for Zathara to fail.
"Don't do this," Kyle whispered in her ear. "Just admit that the spirits were messing with you."
"Do you even believe me, Kyle?" But he gave no answer. He just stepped back to the door, waiting in the entryway. Zathara swallowed and stood in a waterbending stance. She might as well start with that.
She waterbent the water from a nearby vase and made it swirl around the heads of the council. She could tell they were getting bored very easily, wanting to see the other elements. So Zathara stood in a stance that she had seen airbenders do when they came to last year's cultural festival, and tried to copy the moves she had seen them do.
"Zathara, stop playing games and go back to your wedding preparations," her father said, not even looking up from his scroll. Nothing had come from the moves. She was convinced the spirits wanted to make a laughing stock out of her. She stopped and hung her head in defeat.
"Yes, Father." She backed up a few paces before running out the door, and she didn't stop until she reached her room. Muffled sobs came from her as she lied face down on her bed. She refused to come to dinner, yelling at Noriko through angry tears, and continued to cry until she fell asleep.
