Hi guys. I haven't updated in a while, and I know, but I couldn't think of anything, then this came to mind. Hope you all like it.
The Council
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Asamiya strode confidently toward her father's throne room, that was also used for councils. She was thirteen, and it would be her first time in the meeting. But the guards stood firm in her way.
"Let me through," she said evenly. When they didn't move, her eyes narrowed. "My father is expecting me," she said firmly, and teh soldiers got the message and moved. Eagerly, the princess pushed aside the curtain, smiling and waving when her father looked up and acknowledged her presence by indicating a special seat for her at the head of the table.
Asamiya listened, barely able to keep her mind focused. All the ministers were talking about were foreign policies, and political agendas, and alliances, and it was all making poor Asamiya's brain hurt. Then a topic of interest popped up; There was a problem in one of the mining towns. Somehow, a town on one side of a mountain wasn't getting enough water to survive. This piqed Asamiya's interest, and she wondered what her father's advisers would say about the matter.
"Does anyone have any suggestions?" the Fire Lord asked, glancing at his ministers from behind the Eternal Flames.
"What does it matter?" one minister asked. "The town is filled with disposable peasants that matter little."
"That's not right!" Asamiya cried, standing. Zuko's eyes widened at her outburst, and the flames before him lept with his shock. He saw Asamiya turn, saw the fear in her eyes, and wondered if he'd looked as frightened when he looked up at his own father all those years ago. Then the shock turned to indignation and anger towards the minister when his next words.
"Forgive me, Princess," the minister spat. "But I do believe only the ministers have a place to speak during councils."
"Minister Shing!" Zuko's voice boomed from behind the flames that now licked at the ceiling. No one spat his daughter's title like calling her that was a curse. Slowly, he stood, and decended from the throne, the flames raging behind him. "Personally," he growled, his voice echoing off the walls, "I agree with my daughter. She has the grace to understand that it is the common citizen that makes the Fire Nation what it is today."
"Fire Lord," Shing practically laughed, "you can't possibly believe that?"
"I do, Shing," the Fire Lord snarled, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Now get out of my throne room!"
"But Fire Lord --"
"OUT!!" Zuko roared, sending the minister scrambling for the door. Calming himself down, he turned to his daughter. "Do you have a suggestion sweetheart?"
Asamiya nodded. "Actually, yes, Dad, I do. Why not just move the town to the other side of the mountain?" She looked around at the group of men. "Or build a canal from the lake on the other side to a resevoir for the town. Either solution would be quite simple with the help of Aunt Toph, Uncle Aang, and Roku."
Zuko smiled. He knew she'd want to have the two year old dragon be involved in this situation. It was sweet, how attached to that thing Asamiya was. It was huge and had to stay in it's own barn it was so large. "I'm proud of you, my dear," he said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "You spoke out when you felt it was right. Never let protocol beat you down."
Take that, Father, Zuko thought. The cycle ended with you.
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Yeah, short, but I just loved this scene. I thought it was good, so I typed it. Review please.