Author's Note: This one is while Zuko is stowing away on Zhao's ship before they attack the North Pole. It is as he is preparing to leave to find the Avatar.
Bitterly Cold
Bitterly cold,
The air it stings,
As it rests stingily bold.
Only water,
Only ice,
Surrounds these iron ships.
Why do I bother?
Because no matter how I fight,
It's never enough to give.
But this time he'll be mine.
This time I won't give up.
This time, this time,
It will be enough.
Tying these stubborn ropes, I focus only on him. Uncle seems to peacefully pace in as he once again numbs my mind with his never-ending proverbs. But there's something in his voice.
His warmly golden eyes stare away from me. His voice shaking, uncle lets out, "I'm sorry, I just nag you because, ever since I lost my son," I almost caringly cut him off before he finishes.
"You don't have to say it," I start with my voice unusually soft, but he adds in more deeply.
"I think of you as my own." Turning to glimpse at him I feel something inside me. I relax my eyes in some sort of emotion. As he tightly wraps his arms around me with sincere affection I for once truly feel it; covering this bitterly cold tundra, I feel, warmth.