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"Ironic"

1.) coincidental; unexpected

Zuko, prince of the Fire Nation did not get scared. Never.

No matter the circumstances, there was always another option rather than to feel fear; he would never sink so low as to feel such an emotion. If he wanted to rule his country, rule them with strength and confidence, then he would need to train himself to never feel such a "disgraceful waste of energy", as his father had put it.

Yes, he had been frightened when his father forced him upon that stage to duel with him; he had even felt the first inklings of sheer terror when he saw the blast of orange hurtling towards him. But he had squashed it, caused the fear to shrivel up into a ball and vanish into thin air. He wouldn't disappoint his father.

The blaze still came.

He had been scared when he had dueled Azula on the vicinity of the palace he used to call home. He was a stranger there now, fighting his maniacal sister for the title of Fire Lord.

He had felt fear when the lightning bolt erupted from her nimble fingers, aimed at Katara. He had swiftly crushed the beginnings of the emotion, stopping it in its tracks before it could claim him as its hostage.

The blue lighting still claimed a victim. Him. After he had saved the water- tribe girl.

He believed that if he didn't feel fear then all the consequences: the blast of fire aimed towards his face, the electric lightning bolt rippling out of his sister's fingers, would simply be tricks of the light; he would wake up safe in his bed at the palace, all traces and memories of "fear" erased from his mind.

How was it then, that he could so easily feel absolute terror as he held Katara in his arms, pushing his lips onto hers as he listened to her sigh his name?

How could he feel terror that claimed him fully, possessing him? He was so scared that she was simply a mirage, a beautiful illusion that would someday dissolve into nothingness. How could someone like him be so lucky as to hold such a strong, wonderful human being within the encasement of his arms?

And yet, she still continues to stare at him with those eyes, those eyes full of love and sincerity.

He had felt absolute terror for the first time in his life and yet Katara remained by his side, never hurting him, never scarring him with a single wound.

Ironic, isn't it?

******This one was pretty good, I guess. I'm getting better at these!! (At least, I HOPE I am)!

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~Moonlit- Silhouette

P.S: I'm FINALLY caught up! YAY!!! That means I'll just have to write one drabble tomorrow! I still think I'm going to update WS though, who knows? Depends on how much time I have.