Title: Golden Eyes
Word Count:
356
Warning: bad behavior, depressing ending
Challenge:
23
"Stop Thief!"
Aang ran down the unfamiliar fire
nation streets. He had no idea what the man wanted, Aang had politely
thanked him for the fruit. What was this system of money? They sure
did not have money at the temple, everything was shared. The Fire
nation guy sure did not buy his explanation though and Aang had
narrowly escaped being fried. He had left his animal guide Appa and
his staff outside the river and had no way of getting out of the city
without help. He crept into a tiny hole and wished his master Gyatso
was here. How was he going to get out of this situation? His first
time outside the temple and he would be lucky to return alive.
"Found you!" said a soft voice. Aang whipped around to see a
pair of golden eyes staring back at him. They belonged to a kid
around his age, who smiled amiably at him. Aang instantly felt at
ease. "Don't worry, I paid the man. You aren't in trouble
anymore," he assured him.
"Paid? What does that mean?" Aang
inquired, quite confused at the words chosen by his new friend.
"I
figured you aren't found around here. So, who are you, Airbender?"
the boy asked, still grinning mischievously. Aang noticed he wore
silken robes, he was obviously someone of importance.
"Yes, I'm
Aang. I'm a novice monk at the Southern Air temple, just out for a
little trip. Didn't mean to get into trouble!" Aang said
sheepishly.
"That explains it. My tutors say temples have no
system of money. By the way, I'm Kuzon, nephew of Fire Lord Souzen.
Don't worry, I love causing trouble. My uncle says I'm
incorrigible," Kuzon said, bowing respectfully.
"The monks
say the same thing about me," Aang confessed.
"Then we simply
must be friends. After all, you need a guide to show you around the
city," Kuzon said, extending a hand.
Aang would never forget
those golden eyes, the eyes that rescued him. Unfortunately, a
hundred years later, those eyes had forgotten him. He supposed being
born a hundred years later was another culture shock.
A/N-Poor Aang and poor Zuko! They need hugs!