50 Sokoian Nights

Me: Day 2, comin' at cha!

Azula: Para doesn't own, blah, blah, blah.

Me: Aren't you a bundle of joy?


Day 2: The Melody of Song (Part 1 of "Song and Zuko's Hymn")

It had been exactly one month since Song had seen Lee, or so she knew him as. Song strolled down the main street of the village slowly, examining the passerbys. Everytime she walked down this main road and hoped to see a familiar face. His face. He was the only boy who knew about the scar on her leg. It was a burden on her shoulders until she had told Lee. She cried that night, remembering how he had betrayed her and stolen her family's ostrihorse. Yet was relieved at how the scar no longer felt like a weighted memory.

But life carried on. There were the many couples, children, elders, and all others, enjoying the harmonious music coming from the musicians along the sides of the street. Song looked at the clinic and thought she saw a familiar figure. Tall, slightly muscular, dark brownish-black hair, fair skin...was it him? She jogged briskly, carrying the skirts of her dress, both with anxiety and cheerfulness.

Sadly, a young girl, no older than she, with black hair and green eyes came out and curtsied to Song's supervisor at the clinic. She took the arm of the young man and as he turned around, she could see, it was in fact, not him. Song sighed and continued walking down the lane, back to her house.

Song slowly turned to see the busy street continue on and she looked to see all the happy couples. Spring was the time of love...and she was loveless. A tear dripped down her cheek and fell to the dusty ground. This time, Song broke into a large sprint, holding her skirts, all the way down to the small brook she used to play at as a child. She wrapped her arms around the cherry tree, filled with blossoms and sobbed for many minutes, hours it seemed like to her.

Finally, a wind came by a blew soft petals into her face, seemingly whispering to her. She looked up and plucked a cherry blossom from the tree. Song twirled it in her hands and blew it away into the wind.

"I miss you, Lee. I wish you knew." She whispered, as if he was right beside her. This was Song's melody. Her life. It was her, missing a boy she barely knew, yet was completely drawn to him.


Me: Part 2, comin' at cha next!

Azula: Read and review. (Cough)IwishIcouldkillher(cough)

Me: What was that?

Azula: I hate you.

Me: Aww...that's so sweet of you.