A/n: w00t. One tenth of the way there. Somehow, I doubt I'll make it. XD
Inspiration: bedtime
Date Written: 12/20/06
Viewpoint: Zuko
Pairing: None
Creature of the Night
His footfalls fell lightly upon inattentive ears; his stealth was complete and whole.
A blue mask, with a curious expression upon its face, cloaked his true emotions, his true identity.
Slowly, he unsheathed his broadswords. He took great care in their handling, using them with immense skill as he cut through the binding ropes on the boy's wrists. Pity something stronger hadn't been used.
Now it was only a matter of getting out before he was discovered, before his mask was lifted, his identity betrayed. It was only a matter of –
"Prince Zuko, what are you doing?" scolded the voice of Iroh. He stood with his hands on his hips. "Don't you think it's a little past your bedtime?"