Title: Physician heal thyself
Author: Dungeon Writer
Word Count: 249
Warning: Justification of violence, character death
Challenge: 13 (Dreams)
For: JadeRaven and Amberhawk!
Physician Heal Thyself
My father was a healer. People came from miles around to receive his cures. I dreamed of being just like him. I used to watch him cut up the herbs with his gleaming knife, moving so fast that the eye could not follow his action. I would watch bleed his patients, cutting into them with that same gleaming knife. I hated watching that, it made me feel sick. Father told me I had to be strong, that sometimes doing the right thing had to hurt or seem bad.
"It may hurt now, but the pain will be worth it later. You must attack the injury with all you have or it will return stronger," he would tell me. He seemed so strong and wise, I always believed what he told me.
When I was nine, I stood by my parent's graves, holding a gleaming knife. It was the only thing I had left of my father, the only thing left of my dream of being a healer of men.
I had to make the Fire Nation bleed for every tear I shed, no matter what the cost. "It may hurt now, but the pain will be worth it later. You must attack the enemy with all you have or it will return stronger," I tell my band of rebels.
I am following in my father's footsteps with his gleaming knife. Like him, I am a healer. Only one of a different sort.
A/N: So what do you think of Jet now? I don't like him much as a character, but this story just appeared in my mind and had to be written. Can't write about the Fire Nation all the time.