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Chapter 7: Who are you?

Araic moaned in her sleep. Slowly shifting from her side to her back, trying to find the most comfortable position. The dream had finished and she had drifted into peace.

It must be nearly morning. Ohh, I don't want to wake up, I want to go back to the dream with the giant chocolate cake. Mmmmm, cake. I will not open my eyes; no I will not give up to the light. These last seconds of sleep belong to me not to Mathos or that 'lord' Rigan. When my head hits the soft, inviting pillow to when that fucking cock crows is my time and I haven't heard that damn chicken sing yet so there. Ohh, the mattress feels better than normal, softer somehow. Ohhh, I don't want to get up. Five more minutes, please. Is this my bed? It feels softer, the mattress is more comfy and the pillows are more feathery. Maybe I'm dreaming, if that's true, please don't wake me up, I could lie here all day. No this definitely my bed. I can feel the little depression in the mattress were Mori lies. She's been putting on weight, maybe she finally ate the chicken.

Araic reached over with her right hand to pat the sleeping form of Morri. To awake the giant hound and start her day

Wake up Morri time to start a new day.

Araic reached over.

Wait, this is not my Morri. Morri is shaggy, rugged, rough, bristly, coarse. She is like a bristled brush; her fur is thick, scratchy and uneven. Not like this, this is soft, smooth, like a high-quality silk dress. Smooth like someone's SKIN.

Araic snatched back her hand and jerked opened her sleep-glued eyes. Groaning when the blinding, morning light hit them. The room spun round her, like there was a twister around her and while everything spun she could only sit and watch in horror.

This is not mine! Red, red everywhere, crimson, scarlet, burgundy, chestnut, copper, deep red, light red, blood red. Red was everywhere. Where is the green? Where is my green? Where am I? Ohh God where am I? This is NOT my room. It's too red and luxurious to be mine. WHERE AM I?

Araic's eyes scanned the room rapidly. Looking for anything familiar. Looking for an escape route. Looking for her Green. She looked at herself. Her eyes wide with shock when she seen her bloodied hand wrapped in cotton bandages. She was covered in dried blood and dirt. Her arms had cuts ranging from small scratch to deep, stomach turning slash.

She just sat there to in shock to move. The fear of not knowing where she was paralysed her to the marrow of her bones. There was a noise beside her, a small mutter of incoherent words. Araic curiously looked over beside her searching for the owner of the sleep talk.

She pulled back a crimson silk sheet. Revealing a topless boy lying next to her. His face was at peace apart from the small frown that he perpetually wore. There was an ugly scar on the left side of his face. The scar had badly burned his shrivelled ear. It was shaped like a fire bolt. Araic was dizzy, she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember whom this boy was, where she was and what had happened to her and why they where in the same bed.

Who is he? Why am I sleeping beside him? Where am I? Why am I in the same bed as a fire-bender? What's happened? What has happened to me?

Araic began to shake the tremor of panic building up inside her ready to explode. The bed shook slightly. The boy's sleepy tawny eye's fluttered open slightly.

Araic screamed letting the cry that was being bottled up and shaken like a can of soda, go. The scream bounced round the room reverberating around the metal box. Making the walls shake and waking him.

The boy jolted awake, he looked slightly disorientated. He clamped his hands over his ears, trying to block out the glass-shattering shriek. Jumped up beside her and shoved his hand over her screaming mouth. The outcry was muffled but she was struggling. He stared at her looking into her deep emerald eyes.


Her eyes stared at me. She just stared, the rest of her face contorted in fear but her remained on me wide with panic. They were like a deep forest, flecked with drops of amber sunlight but ringed in gold. Her eyes wide with fear brimming with crystal tears left me searching in vain for an escape route. She was like a helpless antelope caught in the lion's jaws.

I could feel her shaking. A tremble rising from the depths of her soul, ascending up her throat. Where she screamed again. No words came out just a long note, like a bird's song. I shoved my hand on her mouth harder. Trying to prevent another shriek erupting from her.


He kept his sweaty hand clamped over my mouth. Trying to strangle the last breath out of me. Trying to suffocate me. I wasn't getting enough air. I was going to die; I wasn't getting enough air. His hand smothered me. I began to claw at the pillows tearing into them, releasing a cloud of white feathers. I began to kick, twisting my body away from him, away from his asphyxiating palm. I had to breathe; I had to get the precious oxygen I craved. I need it my body was screaming out for air. I raised my right hand, I felt it come in to contact with the side of his face, with a deafening slap. It had been a bad idea, I knew deep down but he let go of my mouth I gulped down the precious oxygen my brain had been screaming for.
I had had enough. I touched my cheek where her bloody hand had come in contact with it. It was stinging slightly from the force she had used. I grabbed her right, unbandaged arm with my left-hand replaced my right back over her gulping mouth. Then I swung m body on top over her shaking form immobilising her flailing legs. She couldn't move now but that didn't stop her from trying. This hadn't worked as well as my other amazingly, brilliant plans she only struggled more.
He brutally grabbed me I was underneath him.

He is going to rape me. Help me God he's going to kill me. I've got to get away from this monster. I've got to get away. He's going to kill me.

I thrashed out, twisting and tossing harder but I was caught, he had me completely pinned down.

His eyes. They stared down at me, hungrily. They where like deep, bottomless pits, that stretched out to the abyss of his soul. They were evil and empty apart from the hidden blazing fire that burned behind the amber eyes. His eyes were spiteful and cruel but were framed in the, most pure form of gold. Like a painting full of hatred and malignancy framed in a beautiful golden frame that neutralises the evil and eventually over powers it.

He pinned me down. I was shaking. My eyes were collecting tears. He was bringing his head down to meet me. What is he going to do? Is he going to kiss me? Is he going to bite me? Is he going to head-but me back into the darkness? No, he brought his warm mouth down to my ear. I could feel his hot breath tickling my neck. He whispered in my ear.

"I'll save you"

I froze. The voice in my dreams, the saviour in my nightmare, the defender that protected me from my fears. The hero in the forest was this boy but he was still on top of me. I was crying now, I could feel the tears stinging the wound on my left cheek. Making a river down my face.


She was still shaking. Why? I told her I wasn't going to hurt her. She seemed to remember me from the forest. Why is she still crying? Why is she still shaking?Maybe it's because you're still sitting on her. Oops.

I hadn't realised I was still on top of her. Poor girl, I gently pulled myself off her. She stopped shaking. Told you. This is not the time, shut up. Ohh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the brain today. Sshh.

Zuko silenced the arguing thoughts in his head. She had drawn her blood stained knees and the red silk sheets up to her chest. Poor girl she must have thought…

"Where am I" she croaked, her throat hurt from screaming.

" You are on my ship, I am Prince Zuko of the fire nation and you are…" Zuko inquired.

She ignored him.I'm on a boat? I can leave that damned island. On a fire nation boat, I don't think so; you'll get sold as a slave. Fire nation? Maybe I can meet my Daddy's parents. Are you insane? That fire commander tried to kill you; you wont last three days in that kingdom. Yeah but he saved me, he's fire nation, he's even a prince. He was sitting on top of you and remember what the avatar had told you about that arrogant prince that had been following him. Hmmm, good point, he's kind of cute though. Yeah, in a I-want-to-kill-you sort of way. Ohh, go away. Fine but when we're in a slave house don't come asking for my advice. Why would she do that?

Araic continued to argue with her thoughts. Zuko raised one brow.

Ooh, split personality. We're going to get on well.

"I'll go get you some new clothes," Zuko said interrupting her mental conversation.

Araic's rational thoughts returned to her. I'm covered in dry blood, in a blood room, in some strange boat belonging to the son of the most dangerous man in the world. I am injured; my hand has been shattered. I completely alone in the world. I am leaving the only home I know. What are they going to do with me? Ma-a, Daddy help me.

That's chapter seven.

I was wondering if anyone could think of a decent summery cause mine kind of insert word . Hope you've all enjoyed chapter seven. I need more people to review please. R E V I E W revIeW. R.E.V.I.E.W. RVIEEW.

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