Chapter Five

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Toph looked around, making sure the three girls were gone. She squirmed and wriggled her hands until one hand was free. The rope had left a deep mark in her skin, but she needed one hand. She scooted around until her hand faced the ground outside, Toph's back facing outside.

She turned her head over her shoulder to see which rocks could set her free. Small…small…too big….too sharp…

"Yes!" She exclaimed, a rock worthy of her pickiness.

Although she could not earthbend as well as she could before, she gave it her best shot and brought the rock inside the room and placed it on the ground.

"That took a lot…why can't I do it better? I might as well be at Aang's level!" she murmured.

She then took the rock, with her one free hand, and sliced the rope that was binding her hands together. Major rope burn was caused, but a small price for her tiny bit of freedom.

I could've beaten that Azula up, princess or not. Why did I hold back?

Toph's mind wandered on, as if her mind and body were separate and no longer coexisting. Toph was not in charge of what she thought, her mind was. Her brain was no longer in control of her body; Toph's body moved on its own.

It's this sight…this so called "blessing" my parents would have called. I can see now, and seeing Azula must've stopped my ability to fight. Why? I might've been "healed" by Katara, but she only brought a curse unto me.

Sight sees no evil. With sight, I hear no evil. With being blind, I could hear and "see" evil without a second thought. Blindness helped me decide evil people by their voice, their footsteps, and their tone as they speak. Sight does nothing for me. Sight leads me astray, just because they have a smile on their face doesn't mean they have hidden motives that can hurt others. I hate sight. I wish I could gouge my eyes out, to embrace the darkness I have come to know. But even I can't mutilate myself like that. Plus, Sugar Queen would go all "motherly" on me.

As Toph's mind thought on, her body was doing something else: setting Toph free.

Toph now had both hands free, but was still wrapped in rope. She was almost there, squirming herself out of rope.

"I'm stuffed!" spoke the cheery voice that stopped Toph in her quest for freedom.

"Those were…okay. I've had better," spoke the unemotional teen.

"Let's go check on my guest, shall we?" spoke the icily cold tone of voice that belonged to the Fire Nation Princess.

Toph froze. What could she do?

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Sorry it's short. But I wanted this chapter to be mostly Toph centric.