Prompt 22: Rug
It was the height of summer in the Fire Nation, and the Capital was in the middle of a drought. Azulon knew this because his father had all the decorative fountains turned off to show the people that the royals were not being selfish with water. Ten-year-old Azulon wished that they could be selfish. He would kill if it meant that he could go to their family's private beach on Ember Island right now. But he was too tired and too hot.
He spent all morning training in the hot sun with his tutors and then spent the last hour with his father. He had bathed and dressed in only a pair of pants. He made his way through the palace until he reached the sunroom on the east wing of the palace. At this time of day, the east wing would be out of direct sunlight.
"Zuka! This is my spot! Find your own!" He stomped his foot upon finding his sister stretched out in the perfect spot to catch the breeze from two sides of the room.
"You don't own this rug." She sat up enough to sip her cold tea and then smirked at him.
"You were not training all day! Get up!"
"Make me!" Zuka stuck out her tongue at him.
Fifteen minutes later, the rug was nothing but scorched fabric. Both children were reprimanded and sent to their rooms. Zuka ruined everything.