50 Sokoian Nights

Me: We're on day 3! I'm on a roll tonight! Hopefully I'll finish before series ends.

Azula: Do you really think you can write 50 drabbles?

Me: Maybe...if the fans...inspire me! Trust me...I can do it...eventually. 2 or 3 a day and I'll be done lickity spliy. If not...we'll stop at whatever I manage to get to. HAHAHA!

Azula: You're going to die. From a brain overload.

Me: Anyway, I don't own Avatar. HAHAHAA!


Day 3: The Harmony of Zuko (Part 2 of "Song and Zuko's Hymn")

Zuko softly pulled the ostrihorse by the reins in the darkness. He knew it was time to give Song her ostrihorse back. It pained him everytime he sat on the saddle. Actually, it pained him to even think about the horse.

To Zuko, it was as if she had left a part of her spirit there. Or maybe it was the soft, gentle, perfume of flowers that seemed to emit from her. However, it was nothing too strong like one of the strict governesses at the Fire Palace. Zuko and Azula always knew when the old bat was coming, as they could smell her a mile away.

However, Song's scent was soothing. It seemed that he could always feel her and relax on the ostrihorse. Zuko moved as fast as he could the next few hours, trying to return it. It was daybreak when he began seeing the familiar outline of the wooded area. Iroh was most likely still asleep, or dreaming about tea. Or June. Or tea and June. It was actually quite simple to figure him out.

Slowly, Zuko dismounted the horse and led it by foot to the village, trying to kill the time so he was sure Song and her mother were gone when he returned it. He finally reached the outskirts of the village. He saw a young girl, trudging by foot in the center of town, slowly sighing at the passerbys and couples. Zuko blinked his eyes and realized it as Song. He had not the courage to return it to her in person, so he would wait until she made it to clinic.

Finally, he realized she was going in the opposite direction. She was going home. Zuko sighed in frustration. This wasn't supposed to be so darn complicated. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. Suddenly, curiosity began dancing in his conscience and he followed her to her house, and even after she broke into a sprint to a small brook and cherry tree.

"I miss you, Lee. I wish you knew." Song whispered, barely audible, and blew the cherry blossom. Zuko captured it in his hands and saw the smoothness of the petals. It was unfair. He could not face her.

"Lee? Is that you?" Song cried, peering behind the trees and spotting him.

But then again, she could face him. And that was plenty fair.


Me: And look...one drabble closer! Read and review please.