A Beautiful Flame: ~Rules Are Rules~

Chapter 1 (pt.1)

Another summer day had rested upon the fire nation, where people stretched out of their beds to begin the days work in the lives of peasantry, those who lived within the palace were automatically ordered everyday to get up and begin serving their master, The fire lord, Prince Ozai and his family,

In this particular day, another family had started their chores in the palace, a Mother and wife, started to prepare breakfast for the royal family, A father and husband, worked as the fire lord's servant, a small little girl, a daughter worked to help her mother throughout the kitchen. Every morning, she was dressed in a finer attire, almost as fine as the princess' first maid, in matter of fact, she practically was. For today, like every other day, her mother prepare a lovely basket of fruit and sended her small child to bring it to the princess' chambers. While the door opened, she spotted a small boy in the hall.

~who could that be?~ she thought,

She stood there, frozen in place, she didn't know what to do, she never approached anyone, much less pass a stranger, (as if the halls filled with other servants and scary guards was bad enough). She gulped down her shyness and walked on ahead, besides, the boy seemed busy, playing with some wooden horse toy.

As she came closer, the boy finally noticed someone coming and looked up, she bit her lip and looked straight ahead, trying her best not make any contact with him. When she finally passed him, turning around the corner, she stopped and breathed before continuing on. The boy, stood there confused and intrigued, he'd never seen any other child around the palace grounds, other than his mean sister. But then, he just shrugged and continued playing his small game,

"Your highness!" A woman called,

"your highness, your family is waiting!" Bowed and panted the servant.

"Oh no!" He said as he got up and ran.

When he reached the doors of the dining room, his mother was already waiting for him outside, She brushed him up and straighten his coat, she ordered the guards to open the doors,

"You're late," Said the man at the table, his grandfather The fire lord.

"I'm sorry, I was just..." The woman thought of something quickly,

"I was still getting myself ready, you how we women are," She said, smiling gently, The boy she held close to her made eye contact with his sister, who scrunched her face at him. He didn't dare to look at his father, knowing that even without eye contact, he still disapproved of him, his grandfather, the fire lord, spoke again.

"And what about my grandson?" He said, pointing at the boy.

"I wanted him to enter with me" His mother lied. The fire lord grumbled to himself,

"You may sit," The two did as they were told.

When the boring breakfast meal was over, he and his sister were told to go back to their chambers and prepare for their fire bending lesson. As always, even when he tried to focus, he would somehow fall or forget to breathe to take out a good amount of fire that ran through his veins. But his sister, on the other hand, would gain praise when she striked, kicked or balanced. His sister was considered a fire bending prodigy, but the worst part is that she would never miss a day rubbing it in his face.

The teacher would always rant on him about being more like his sister, the thing is, even if he is a fire bender, he didn't see it as a way to fight like his sister, much less annoy someone about it.