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Chapter 2: Heading Home
PRESENT TIME:
Lerolas sighed, exhaustion very noticeable in her sigh. She could barely remember the last time she had slept.
For two years, day in and day out, Lerolas had followed Zuko's ship, her senses failing her, so she followed him on clues she got from harbors and villages. Few were ever helpful.
Up, until a few months ago. When she got wind of a rumor saying the banished Prince of the Fire Nation was heading North.
Lerolas had, after that, sprinted non-stop as fast as she could Northwards. She was determined to find Zuko. To marry him, and to make sure he had never stopped loving her.
Lerolas, for years of her life, had been deprived of the love many other children were given. So when she had been given love by Prince Zuko two years ago, when she was 13, she had been devastated to lose it.
No. I'm not going to lose another.
Lerolas said to herself, day after day, when the sun dawned.
Zuko's love was the only thing she had left to live for.
Finally, she caught sight of Zuko's ship on the horizon. She smiled. The day the ship would port, Lerolas would finally sleep.
Fortunately, that was only a few hours later. Lerolas collapsed on the ground, just on the rim of the port, fast asleep.
Lerolas shook her head as she started awake. Where was she? What was she doing here? Why was she-
Lerolas' thoughts were cut off when she heard wedding music.
Yes! The day had finally come! She was getting married to Zuko! Her suffering was over, she could finally be happy!
But something was wrong, Lerolas couldn't see her cousin. Legolas had promised he would be at her wedding. And where was the traditional wedding dress that Elven women were supposed to wear when they got-
Lerolas' eyes got wide at the horrible truth. This wasn't her wedding. It was someone else's, but who?
The rest of the fog that had clouded Lerolas' vision finally lifted, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she saw the person at the alter.
It was Zuko.
Zuko was getting married, not to her.
"Who's the she-devil marrying my Zuko?" Lerolas hissed.
As if on cue, the bride walked through the door. She was wearing a flowing blue dress, and she was being led by a young man in blue as well. Her hair was done in the fashion of the Water Tribes. She walked up to Zuko. And the preacher began.
"-And do you, Zuko, take this woman, for better and worst, sick and health, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"And do you, Katara, take this man, for better and worst, sick and health, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I d-"
"STOP!" Everyone turned to Lerolas in confusion. Zuko was surprised to see Lerolas there.
"Lerolas, what are you doing-"
"HOW COULD YOU, ZUKO! YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED!" Lerolas screamed time and time again. She finally drew an arrow and her bow. But it was different. It was a cross-bow. She loaded the arrow, and fired.
There was a sickening scream, and Lerolas smiled in triumph.
Lerolas sat up, sweat pouring down her face. That had been an awful dream.
But Zuko! He was getting married to some Water Tribe wench!
Calm down. It was nothing more than a dream.
I hope.
Lerolas turned to the docks, to see if Zuko's ship was still there. It was, but it was just leaving.
Lerolas jumped to her feet, and ran after the war-ship.
Just as hope was lost, Lerolas jumped and grabbed the anchor chain. When it appeared that no one would draw the anchor up, Lerolas started to climb.
She gracefully pulled herself over the railing of the ship, and looked around. It was dusk, and no one was around.
Lerolas looked up, and saw a light coming from the captain's quarters. She quietly got up there like a cat burglar.
Lerolas watched as the captain made some last minute adjustments to the map, then went to sleep in another room. Lerolas slipped in, and looked at the map.
Ah, good.
Lerolas thought as she studied the map.
I can't wait to set foot on Fire Nation soils again, and the soils of my forest, too.
Otay! There's chapter 2 4 the 1 person out there reading! Lopchop, mind advertising? It would b a good, big help.
LONG LIVE HIPPIES!
INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
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