CHAPTER 6! W00t! I am just amazed I've kept up with it for so long... anyway, I've got open office, and since my beta reader hasn't replied yet, I'll just wing it with spell check.
Thank you to everyone who's reviewed again, y'all make this worthwhile.
Also, if anyone notices that I use an excessive amount of southern terminology, let me know... I use it out of habit, and I'm trying to stop... Japanese samurai shouldn't run around saying , "I suppose he ain't so great din." Or should they? 0o;
Still don't own Avatar, and I'm still getting ticked off with OO.
Yippee.
I can still see him, if I try hard enough. His sparkling green eyes, dark brown hair and smooth tan skin, all come rushing back to me, yet slower as time passes. I hadn't stopped crying, I'd merely slowed down. I went from strangled sobs, to silent whimpers. Anguished screams to noiseless tears. I can just see him... lying on the battlefield, his hat still hanging for dear life on his cold, motionless head. His eyes, so full of love and hope... dead and lifeless. But worst of all, I can still see the look on his face, when I said goodnight to him. He had looked crestfallen, desperate, as if he had known he was going to die. As if he knew we would never meet again. And I turned an ran. I ran to Aang. I ran to Sokka. I ran to what I knew, what I felt safe with. I ran from him,from his open, welcoming arms. His sheltering embrace. The drawing we had convinced the artist at the river to do, had been in his hand. He had been fighting for me. The girl who ran from him, and he died doing it.
Suicide would have been my choice, had vengeance not run so strongly throughout my veins.
I didn't care anymore if Aang never came.
I was going kill Zuko my self.
Zuko's Ship Log, Day 255
Short chapter, I know. More to come after school lets out.
Thank you to everyone who's reviewed again, y'all make this worthwhile.
Also, if anyone notices that I use an excessive amount of southern terminology, let me know... I use it out of habit, and I'm trying to stop... Japanese samurai shouldn't run around saying , "I suppose he ain't so great din." Or should they? 0o;
Still don't own Avatar, and I'm still getting ticked off with OO.
Yippee.
Now, in the interest of story quality, this might never have a lemon. I don't see much use in making it so right now ;
I can still see him, if I try hard enough. His sparkling green eyes, dark brown hair and smooth tan skin, all come rushing back to me, yet slower as time passes. I hadn't stopped crying, I'd merely slowed down. I went from strangled sobs, to silent whimpers. Anguished screams to noiseless tears. I can just see him... lying on the battlefield, his hat still hanging for dear life on his cold, motionless head. His eyes, so full of love and hope... dead and lifeless. But worst of all, I can still see the look on his face, when I said goodnight to him. He had looked crestfallen, desperate, as if he had known he was going to die. As if he knew we would never meet again. And I turned an ran. I ran to Aang. I ran to Sokka. I ran to what I knew, what I felt safe with. I ran from him,from his open, welcoming arms. His sheltering embrace. The drawing we had convinced the artist at the river to do, had been in his hand. He had been fighting for me. The girl who ran from him, and he died doing it.
Suicide would have been my choice, had vengeance not run so strongly throughout my veins.
I didn't care anymore if Aang never came.
I was going kill Zuko my self.
Zuko's Ship Log, Day 255
Have you ever heard a scream of pure misery? It's a horrible sound, that rings though the halls. It invades every corner, every nook, and every cranny. It makes a strong man tremble, and a weak man cry. It is made by the Banshees, by the dead, and by the broken hearted. Not your average run of the mill lover-lost, but someone who's true love is indefinitely no longer. To many, it is a thing of nightmares. I rather like it. I might need to...question the captive a bit more.
Short chapter, I know. More to come after school lets out.