───── the third heir sequel.
─── takes place during the comic timeline;
though a lot is made up.
❝ there is freedom in not belonging, you know. ❞
───── STATUS; on-going ─ EXTREMELY slow updates.
───── atla x oc.
─ written, 12 - 24...
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Back when she was younger, maybe five or six ─ or was it seven? she couldn't remember ─, Ozai had taken her to get her fate foretold. Ah, fate. The literal definition of the word "fate" is: the development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a power.
When Soza had been seated in front of the Fire Sages, her amber eyes had been, no, not quite excited, but intrigued. Curious. An emotion fitting for someone of her age. A firm hand on her shoulder however wiped all traces of that emotion, her eyes became still ─ Ozai.
As the Fire Sages prophesied her future, Soza watched. Ozai watched.
When the Sages finished, the hand on Soza's shoulder squeezed harshly, fingers indenting, no doubt that there would be bruises later. Soza bit her tongue to stop a whimper from escaping.
"Leave," Ozai snarled, both Soza and the Fire Sage looked up, unsure who he was speaking to, but Ojai's eyes found Soza. "Get out."
Soza swallowed, but remained silent as she left the room. She shut her eyes, and squeezed her hands over her ears as to numb the screams that were echoing from the room she just left.
Ozai was displeased.
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Ozai hated weakness.
Soza realized this as soon as she cried in his presence ─ he had smacked her across the face, the hit so hard she wound up on the ground. But it shocked her enough to stop her sobs.
"If you know what's good for you you'll quiet down," Ozai snapped, veins in his throat flaring. "You are royalty, act like it."
"Yes father," Soza whispered, dragging herself back up. Her cheek burned ─ Ozai must've active his flames during the hit ─ and she could feel wet liquid sliding down her cheek. Shit, he broke the skin.
Soza breathed in. And out. In. And out.
"You may go now," Ozai turned away, not because he was ashamed of the pain he caused to his third born, but because he had to time to care. "Show yourself out ─ be on time tomorrow, and I expect no tears. Do I make myself clear, Soza?"
Soza bit her tongue.
"Yes, father."
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