I propped herself up on one elbow feeling dazed from the hazy heat flowing through the dungeons of the fire nations navy ship. I pressed the heal of my palm against my temple, and shut my eyes tightly, making myself shake. I felt myself open my eyes and blink continuously trying to hold back tears as I heard muffled footsteps come down the ships hall.
My straight green hair fell over my eyes as I looked down at my hands, which wore shackles. My tan boots were tied together with various pieces of leather. My once clean earthy green and brown dress now was burned and torn in many places. What has become of me?A rush of anger flowed through my veins as I slammed down my burnt fist in fury. I clenched my teeth as I heard the door creak open.
There in the dim lighted doorway, stood a boy. His weary face held a frown, and his eye had a large red scar over it. On top of his head, sat a thick black bundle of hair. The boy stood tall, and strongly built, towering way above myself. His red, black, and gray fire nation armor gleamed as he slowly walked up to me.
He crouched down and looked straight into my jade green eyes, and all I could feel at that moment, was weakness. He felt it radiate off my skin and seep into his mind. He knew I felt weak, he knew, I was sure of it. I turned away from his gaze, feeling overwhelmed. He smirked as he grabbed my chin, and turned it towards his coal colored eyes. He wanted to see my weakness, he wanted to feel my weakness.
I felt anger grow inside me, it grew so strong, that I couldn't contain it. I felt my fist swing through the air, aiming right between the boys coal black eyes, but he knew what was coming, and caught my fist just seconds before it would smash into his face. I felt my face heat up with frustration.
The boys smirk grew larger. He let go of my fist, and I let it drop to the floor with a clink from the shackles around my wrist. I lowered my gaze to the ground, with my eyebrows turned downwards with frustration. "Why?" I whispered quietly. The boy smirk disappeared after those words slipped out of my mouth. He frowned and stared at me for a while.
"Because," he answered slowly "you know what powers you possess, and I need to use them against the avatar." He finished quietly. My eyes shot towards his in fury. "I don't know what powers you are talking about! Who are you anyways?" He cocked his eyebrow and smiled, "My names Zuko, and that's Prince Zuko to you slave." He said as he sprang up, and walked towards the dungeon door.
He gave one last glance at me before he closed the door. "WAIT!" I declared. He gave me a peculiar look. "I don't want to hurt anyone, especially the avatar!" I said making myself clear. "So let me go before I unleash my nightmares on you!" I said rather loudly. Zuko smirked again "Not a chance" he said while slamming the dungeon door. I felt my head throb, as his footsteps faded away down the hall. "Well he's a nice guy" I said sarcastically folding my arms across my chest making myself comfortable. I might as well I said leaning my back against the cold metal wall, I'm going to be here for what seems like quite a while.