Another day, another drabble. Here is a fun one.
Title: Questions
Author: Dungeon Writer
Word Count: 130
Warning: Massive Trauma to Zuko
Challenge: 31
Zuko wandered the halls at night, unable to sleep. He had tossed and turned for hours in the darkness, but slumber just refused to sweep him away.
He should have never have opened his mouth. He should have stayed quiet and then he would still have peace of mind.
Why did Zuko always get himself into trouble? If he actually thought before he spoke, he'd be able to get a decent night's rest. Now, he was all alone, trying to make sense of it all. Horrible images kept filling his mind, disturbing his sleep.
It had all started out so innocently. "Where do babies come from?" he had asked his uncle, when the world was a much simpler and happier place.
Now Zuko knew what people did at night. Gross!
AN-Poor kid!