Those golden eyes that once portrayed to much innocents and kindness were tainted now, with pain and the horrors of the world.
It took me so long to come to this conclusion. A can lay here and almost picture him, a child his golden eyes sparkling with love and adoration for the mother he lost.
My heart cries out for him in a way I didn't think was possible for my most hated enemy. In a way, of all the many enemies we had he was my favorite. I mystery I could never hope to fathom. But now that I know him I wish that I didn't.
When he joined us, sad alone and without anything but the clothes on his back, I was confused. Where was the warrior I knew? It saddened me to know that he had been reduced to this lonely boy. Before he always looked so old, now I could see that he couldn't be more then two or three years older then myself.
As time went by I used to hear him mutter in his sleep, about his mother and sometimes his father. I asked him and he shrugged it off, saying I was imagining things.
It took a long time for him to trust me, or I to trust him. And even when the day came that he trusted me, he still wouldn't talk about his past. Or where he got his scar. Of course I made assumptions, but none of them came close.
When I looked at him I could see the pain but not the cause of that pain.
I remember the day he finally answered all of my burning questions. By the time he finished we were both in tears, I never imagined anyone would do that to their child.
His tears came even before he told me about his scar. When he told me about his mother. He cried, and he looked ashamed that he was crying. When he finished I took him in my arms and held him letting him know that it was ok for him to cry in front of me.
Then he looked into my eyes and did something I never thought he would do. He put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me. It was short and sweet but it burned like the very fire he controlled. After that day, nothing was the same.
Even now as I sit in our room waiting for him to come back from his meeting in the war room, I can remember the look in his eyes. For everything he's done in his life, he is strong. He is the new fire lord. My husband Fire Lord Zuko.