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(Revised 7.19.20)

Ten days have passed...

Clara had only regained control over her facial muscles, mouth and could sort of move her fingers and ankles. She still couldn't speak or use her unique ability, much to her disappointment. During the time she spent gazing at the ceiling, she thought about everything and anything to preoccupy her mind. Her mom and friends mostly as well as the show and during one of those days, came to the conclusion that her ability could probably be classified as telekinesis since she seemed to have all the skills that went along with it.

Why she attained this power along with firebending she couldn't begin to conceive of an answer, so instead, she began trying to think of every detail of the show she could recall.

All the while, the same one guard, who had informed her his name was Masaru and was actually a soldier, had come to feed her three times every day. At first, Clara had wanted to dislike the guy since he was a member of the Fire Nation army. It made her weirdly frustrated with him since he treated her, a captive of the Fire Nation, so kindly and he talked to her... in a way a person would who was trying to share themselves with another equal. It was courtesy she didn't think would be extended to prisoners.

One thing that Clara wished she could ask him was how he knew her name. She had only told the GAang, Guru Patick, the Earth King, and Iroh.

Maybe it had been Iroh…? No... Zuko was there when Katara said my name when we had come to their rescue...

Masaru was chatty, in the first few times he had come to feed her, he began telling her about the Fire Nation's progress of overtaking Ba Sing Se. However, as Clara regained her ability to make facial expressions he realized how much hearing this bothered her. She could see that this confused him a little but he didn't ask why. Probably because she couldn't answer. After that, he began talking about why he joined the Fire Nation military.

This Clara was interested in.

Masaru wasn't on the show, or maybe he had been a background character... Because of this, Clara was not as worried about interacting with him, even though she really couldn't with not being able to move or speak.

Turned out, Masaru had voluntarily enlisted since by being in the military his family would be taken care of while he did his service. He would talk about his younger brother and mother a lot. His brother Osamu, had been three when he left two years ago but had already started showing signs of being a firebender. From Masaru's tone and expression, he was very proud of his little brother. His mother, Aki, had worked in the royal palace as a gardener, specializing in the garden's health and upkeep before injuring her knee. Which is why, since she could no longer work Masaru had enlisted. One thing she noted was how he never spoke of his father. Throughout him talking to her, Clara found herself becoming more… relaxed whenever he came by. He treated her like a person... and it was... nice.

The Dai Li agents that took shifts watching over her at all times, Clara began to remember their faces. The one with the scar on the left side of his lips was the one who watched over her the most out of the five who did. Why this was, she didn't know but didn't know if she wanted to either.

The routine of everything was something Clara was becoming accustomed to and that frightened her. She didn't know how much longer she would be in this prison room before being put on a ship.

On the fifth day, when she realized she could bend her right index finger she would have actually cried tears of joy, but what stopped her was the agent in the corner watching her. Clara internally groaned at how she wanted to test if she could move more of her body but couldn't! It felt like she could possibly move more of her body but couldn't chance it. Clara guessed that all of her progress and non-progress were reported back to Azula.

Now with it being the tenth day she had just been helped by a woman healer named Atsumi, the main healer, and a young attendant who helped bathe and clean Clara when Masaru came to feed her breakfast. Atsumi smiled a farewell before leaving.

"Good news Clara!"

The Dai Li agent propped her upright as Masaru set the tray of food down. She watched him, her right eyebrow raised in question.

"It's your last meal in this dinghy room! We're departing for the homeland today!" Behind her lips, Clara clenched her teeth together hard as she tried to keep her face blank. This was what she had been dreading but in a way, she was relieved too. She knew that the sooner she got to the Fire Nation the sooner the GAang would get there… maybe… but the closer she was to meeting Fire Lord Ozai too…

Masaru happily chatted as he fed her, clearly happy about going back home. Clara envied that, his enthusiasm was nice to see, even if the subject was awful to her. It was at times like this Clara wished she could speak to him.

When she was done eating Masaru handed the tray to the agent before pulling out two pairs of metal cuffs. Clara saw the agent's eyes narrow slightly at the tray. It made her almost want to giggle at the man's undignified expression. Masaru put Clara's wrists and ankles in the cuffs before gently picking her up into his arms. She should have felt more self-conscious but all she felt was an odd sense of repose. Not quite safe, but almost.

She kept her eyes shut as Masaru walked. She didn't realize how odd it was for her to be tired so soon after she had slept but drowsiness seeped around her body. Her muscles felt relaxed and her head felt heavy as she rested it against Masaru's slightly uncomfortable armored shoulder. It was a long time before he stopped, many turns and stairs had been taken before Clara opened her eyes, noticing that they too were feeling weighed down. In front of her was a metal wagon that looked like it was used for prisoners.

Very similar to what Toph had been imprisoned in when she had been captured.

"Princess Azula ordered this for you, despite your lack of mobility," Masaru whispered to her as another soldier opened it up to reveal a small mat and pillow.

Clara internally groaned but knew that she could have it worse.

There could be nothing but the floor…

Masaru set her down, having her lay on her back before an agent stepped inside. Clara noticed that the metal wagon had no windows.

More staring at the ceiling... I guess... I should just sleep at this rate... Why am I so tired...?

Masaru seemed to be able to read her slightly perplexed expression before leaning down so that his mouth was next to her ear, "It was an order to have you be sleeping for most of the trip to the ship Clara. Sorry..."

Clara's eyes would have popped open in shock if she could but her body was continuing to feel the effects of whatever she had been drugged with.

It was in my food...!

She was out before she could think of anything further.

When Clara opened her eyes, it felt like a long time had passed and her surroundings had shifted. She was no longer in that metal thing and could hear the faint sounds of feet shuffling and machines working and hissing.

I'm on a ship…

Her stomach snarled and her tongue she noticed felt dry and sandpapery. Without consciously thinking, Clara brought a hand to her throat and froze.

I moved!

She lifted both of her hands and looked at them, moving them back and curling her fingers. It felt so good to finally be able to move again! Her smile was huge as she tried to see if she could stand.

Something moved out of the corner of her eye, halting her. Looking to her left, she found the agent with the lip scar glaring at her through metal bars. Turning swiftly, her eyes returned to her hands. The numb heavy feeling that had been a constant since she had woken up to find Azula in the prison room with her was gone.

How many days has it been since I got on this ship…?

The agent moved to the door and cracked it open. Clara couldn't make out what he was whispering to the person on the other side but looked away when he turned back to her. She sat up, turning her body away so her back was to the agent and stretched out her upper body, wincing as her muscles protested this. Being inactive for so long made her feel extra weak and sluggish.

Another agent opened the door and with him, he had food and water. There was a small opening for food on the prison cell door, the agent opened it and slid the tray to her. She lunged and drank nearly all the water in one go.

Wonder how long I'll be in this room before we arrive...

Finishing her food, Clara went back to stretching.

It was a couple of hours later when the door opened again. Azula stepped inside with five guards positioned behind her. Only two of the five had their helmet masks covering their faces. Clara noticed Masaru among them.

"Good, you're finally awake and moving. We have much work to do," Azula's smile was relaxed and a tad smug.

Clara felt her body grow tense as two of the guards walked to the door to her cell.

"Now before you get any ideas about trying to escape, I'll tell you this," Azula's grin turned wicked, "If you try, I'll personally kill the other prisoner we have on board. You met him already, my traitor of an uncle."

Clara nearly gasped but caught it before it left her lips.

She would-

Before Clara could even finish her thought, the door opened and the two guards grabbed her shoulders.

"Let's go start your training."