Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of its characters. I own Koima.
This story is a experiment. Tell me what you think. I've had lots of help on this story. So not all this material is mine.I had read a book called, "Girl in a cage" and I liked it…It got me thinking, so I came up with this story. The cage is used in the beginning. Please don't judge me on this story! A Koi called "Bird" was the best title I could come up with…(This takes place in Chapter 13. The Blue Spirit.)
Koi called "Bird"
By FyreFlower
Chapter 1
Fish in a cage
Pain, Suffering, humiliation…that's all I have known for three years. Master beats me when I'm bad, and even when I'm good. It's all a game to him. My body throbs with pain from the beating he had given me today.
I had bitten my lip, tasting blood, and my cheeks sting with the slaps and punches Master had delivered in his anger and joy. I am like a caged bird. Master keeps me in an iron cage in his chambers and I would have to sing for him whenever he demands it of me.
I barely even remember my name; Master has always called me Bird. My name is Koima I think, Koi for short. Koi is my favorite fish, they are so beautiful and graceful, swimming underwater like they were flying……………..My thoughts come back to me… the pain was so bad I would black out and regain consciousness moments later. I would stay in my cage all day in night, except during the times when I was 'entertaining' or making myself 'useful' to Master. Those days, everyday, I wish I would die.
I have thought about ending my life so many times…. after Master would beat me, the pain would be so bad it did feel like I was dying…but it would never happen. After one particular beating not so long ago, I almost did die. Master was so angry that he beat me so hard that I was unconscious for two days. But the pain was worth it. He beat me because a 16-year-old boy and his uncle defeated him in Agni Kai. (Guess who) Master took out his anger and frustration on the closest thing that was within his reach, Me.
But hearing that a mere 16 year old had beaten my Master had filled me with my own silent victory. It was he who had been beaten this time. Knowing that my Master was not as undefeated as he said he was, was the best feeling in the world………….I blink my gold eyes, trying to make the dancing black dots go away. It hurt even to breathe. I think Master did something to my ribs, they didn't feel right. Taking a deep breath, I wince in pain, yes, there was something wrong.
I rested my head against the side of my iron cage, my black hair falling over my face, partially obscuring Masters chambers from my view. My head throbbed relentlessly, another headache.
Someone did try to release me. A servant had come in while Master was gone. She had seen me and tried to open the cage. But Master had the keys. He had walked in and seen her trying to help me. He killed her in front of my eyes. He threw her body in the words and when she was found, the Earth Nation was blamed. Since then, Master ordered that no servants were to enter his room.
Master is not here now…that I was thankful for. He was out giving people orders. My beating today was because Master was happy. He was made an Admiral, and he let everyone know it. He ordered me to sing for him, of his new power that he now held in the Fire Navy. I had opened my mouth to sing, but my throat was still bruised from last night, that the song was destroyed before it even passed my lips. Master took his anger out on me again because I would not, couldn't sing for him. Everywhere hurt…
I surveyed the room as I have done many times before. Weapons festooned the walls, a chest in the corner, desk, fire sconces, a bed which I have come to hate. It was late, and my thoughts have become muddled and incoherent. I closed my eyes, trying top breathe without wincing in pain. My thought become scattered and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. I let myself go, floating away where I could not feel pain, if but only a little while.
;The Blue Spirit;
The Blue Spirit hid in the cart as the Rhino's pulled it through the gates of Zhao's fortress. He jumped into the shadows of the west wall, and made his way through the sewers into the main tower. He breathed easy, but his heart was hammering against his chest with enough vigor that he was afraid that the guards would hear it.
'I must find out what that letter said!' He thought to himself, thinking back to earlier that night. A messenger hawk had carried a scroll from his father, he was certain, to Zhao. He had gotten a sick feeling in his stomach when he saw this. Zhao already had the whole Fire Navy looking for the Avatar, what more could his father do to assist Zhao? He knew it wouldn't be good news for him.
The Blue Spirit climbed the stair steps, two at a time, trying to remember where Zhao's room was. He searched his memory for any clue that could lead him down the right corridor. He remembered when his father would have conferences with Zhao in his chambers, sometimes bringing him along to learn from their discussions.
'Yes!' He remembered, 'Down the corridor to the left!'
He stuck to the shadow, keeping his twin broad swords out for any unlucky soldiers that happened to see him. He found the door and opened it, the door was unlocked. He slipped in and shut the door behind him quietly. He saw Zhao's desk in the corner of the room, papers heaped upon it. Knowing that this was the best place that he could find the letter, he begun searching. Maps, Diagrams, and old letters, but none of them was the letter that was delivered earlier.
'Damn Damn Damn! What did it say? Where is it!' He thought angrily. He searched the drawers in vain. The letter could not be found.
"Dammit! Where is it?" He said in his frustration. A noise from the opposite side of the room made him jump and pull out his twin broad swords in attack mode. But what he saw made him lower his swords. There was a girl, a girl in a metal cage in Zhao's room.
She was asleep or unconscious he could see. He decided on the latter, the girl looked almost dead. She was covered in bruises and cuts, he had no doubt in his mind that there were more where the ragged clothes covered. She had black hair that partially covered her face and had horrific bruises on her cheeks.
'What happened to her?' He thought, looking at her pitiful form, 'Why is she in a cage in Zhao's room? Did Zhao do this?' He would not be surprised if Zhao was the one who did it.
The girl moaned again, a terrible, pain filled cry. Her eyes fluttered open before the spirit could hide.
Hope you liked it. Left off on a cliffie on my first chapter..I am so bad. Let me know what you think, and I'll be sure to answer any questions you happen to have. This is just an experiment. I will continue it if ya'll like it. My friends did so I thought ya'll would too. First few chapters are kinda sad. If I get bad reviews, I will delete it. R&R pwease.
