DISCLAIMER: don't own AVATAR.
OMG! I saw the finale! It wuz so kool! I mean, the Face Dealer, (Ko) Yue becoming the moon, Zhao, dying (HECK YES!) Zuko, and, OMG! ZULA! SHE'S NOW APART OF THE SHOW! Zula, she made an appearance at the end! Ooh! I wish they'd start the new season soon! And if they don't… (holds up a bazooka) let the fireworks fly.
Chapter 6: Burn For A Gift
Flame looked at Zuko, and sighed. He might be out for a while. She climbed onto the bow of the ship, and locked herself in meditation. The Fire Nation's metal below her, the water of her people surrounding her, she felt at utter peace here, in this place.
Flame recalled when she had still been under Iroh's teaching.
Flame sat on the bow, locked in meditation. The soldiers, all doing their rounds, made sure to steer clear of her. They had learned, that when in meditation, Flame was at her deadliest. She was like the cobra, she looked so peaceful, so calm, up until she striked at the fool who wandered too near.
"Miss Flame, your room has a meditation table, why not use that?" Came the calm Iroh's voice. Flame cracked open one eye, that long, strand of hair, done in the style of the Water Tribe, slicing her eye in half.
"Dear General Iroh, have you forgotten I also bend water, not just fire?" Iroh and Flame shared a steady gaze at each other.
"No, I have not forgotten."
"Then, please, you must understand. The firebenders must be near their element to truly be at peace during meditation. I need something more, I need something that represents all of my heritage." Iroh nodded.
"Of course, it makes sense, but how does that fit in with you meditating outside?" Flame opened her other eye, but her body never moved.
"The Fire Nation's metal represents my firebending nature, meditation would not be complete without the cold hard, yet warm, and slightly soothing, feel of my people's fiery metal. The ocean surrounding us represents my waterbending nature, cool, and much more soothing than the metal of Fire, it helps me tame the raw power of firebending, which flows through my veins." Iroh nodded.
"It makes sense. And I can see something else, Miss Flame." Flame cocked an eyebrow.
"What?"
"I see that you're holding back. I see you have much potential, Miss Flame, if you simply let go." Flame's gaze darkened, and she looked away. She looked to the ocean, trying to control the fires of her temper, which were beginning to roar.
"If I were to let go, the Earth Kingdom would be truly ashes, and the oceans, evaporated to no return." Flame stated. Neither her nor Iroh knew why she said this, but they both knew it was true.
Flame needed meditation to stop her from letting go.
Flame's eyes opened at the sound of someone stirring. The guards were standing up, and Zuko was just coming to.
The moment Zuko saw Flame sitting on the bow, in the meditation style, just like before, he felt it all boil to a point.
"Why are you still here? Where is the Avatar? And why didn't you go with him?" Flame wagged her finger at Zuko.
"No need to be redundant. To answer your questions in order, 1. I chose to stay here. 2. I have no clue where Aang is. And 3, if I left, and was captured again, my punishment would be worse than what I'm about to go through." Zuko stood up, and cracked his knuckles.
"Very much correct. Come here, and lift up your sleeve."
Flame, undaunted, obeyed.
Aang, Sokka, and Katara all watched the ship earnestly. What would become of Flame?
Zuko grasped her bare forearm, and Flame started to writhe and scream, trying to break Zuko's grasp. His hand was burning hot.
But Flame refused to shed tears. She had never cried, after that day.
The trio looked away from the red ship, at the sounds of Flame's screams.
Silent tears rolled down Sokka's cheeks.
As soon as Zuko's hand began to smoke, he released Flame. Flame swayed backwards, but never fell down. She cradled her arm to her chest, and began to try and soothe her wounds.
"Let that be a warning, next time you pull a stunt like that, it will be much worse." And Zuko was gone.
Leaving Flame alone with the guards, to take her back to her cell.
Flame's eyes bore into the ceiling. She was lying on a comfortable bed, in a new room. She didn't get it, she was burned, as a punishment for a crime, then given a gift? A new room? What was going on?
But it didn't matter, she was just so tired, and her burnt arm radiated a constant throb of pain. And it eventually lulled her to sleep.
Yes, I know, short chappie, but I wanted to update, and it's always hard 4 me 2 write longer chapters. Well, adios!
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