one year later
Usra was sitting in the room playing with baby zuko when a servant came into the room.
" Sorry to distued but Fire Lord Azulon needs you Fire Lady Usra
She then stepped out of the room and started down the long dark halls of the Fire Nation Royal Palace. She eventually got to the meeting room and a servant was on each side of the closed door way. They pulled back the thick curtain and she nodded to them in a thank you.
"Thank you for finally joining us, Ursa." Azulon said grumpily.
Ursa didn't bother to say anything back and only sat down on the plush cushion next to her husband.
"Any matter…I have called you here – along with the council of five – for a specific reason." He paused to look at Usra. "One year ago I propsed a marrige of Prince Zuko to the water tribe cheif have recntly have recived word that Cheif Arnnok dughter princess Yue has become very ill and will die."
Usra smiled hopeing that it will call off the marrige
''But there is a bright side Cheif Hakoda wife as giving birth to a baby girl today she is in good health.
''Usra your son will have no worries''
''Yes my lord it is a great plesure to hear that''
Prince Zuko walked slowly down the halls of the Royal Fire Nation Palace. He had been feeling nothing but dread for last few days, for his father; Fire Lord Ozai, told him he would be shipped off the next day to find his new wife.
"Don't you wish you were me…" Azula asked with a smirk as she seemed to come out of the darkness.
He didn't look at his evil younger sister. "No. I would never wish I were you. You're nothing but a bomb waiting to explode."
The fourteen year old growled and then poked the scar that covered a good left side of his face. He snarled at her and quickly pulled back; stopping to smack her hand away harshly. "Well at least dad didn't burn me in a training accident." She snaked around him with an evil gleam in her gold eyes. "Only goes to show how weak you are…"
"Shut up. It was an accident you idiot." He started to walk again but she only followed him.
"Did it hurt to have a blast that would compare to a comet, hit your face…" Her voice was far from caring.
"How about I show you?" Zuko yelled furiously while lighting fire in his palms and glaring at her.
"No thanks." She skipped away in triumph. "Have fun searching for your dumb wife tomorrow! You'll be missed!" Her laugh echoed down the dark halls as she disappeared.
Zuko frowned and brought his hand up to gingerly touch his burn. It went from his hair line down to the middle of his cheek, and then covered his ear as well. It felt rough but almost smooth at the same time. Just as Azula had mentioned, it looked exactly as if a comet had struck him in the face. Zuko sighed and pulled the band that held his shaggy hair up into a top knot. His thick ebony hair was choppy as it stayed just a tad over his dark gold eyes. Most of time, even though it was informal to do so, he kept his hair down. It helped cover his burn but that was only one of other reasons.
Zuko shifted restlessly in his large bed. The thick red canopy was closed around him and his room was as dark as possible. It was deep into the night and all but the guards and a few picked servants, were asleep. The Palace was dead silent and Zuko could hear his heart beating faster than usual. His hands clutched the silver necklace that was given to him many hours before. His mind was spinning and he felt sick. It hurt to leave and he wondered if this was what love felt like. However, a small part of him almost didn't care about leaving. Didn't care about anything. Not her, not the palace…nothing.