OZAI

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Ozai had been imprisoned for five years now. He was 42 and he was dreading every minuet he spent in the cell. It was cold and damp and always smelled odd. Ozai's hair was in tangles and all he could do in his cell was just sit like a child in the corner. Zuko fequently visited his father in jail. Ozai wasn't sure why he visited him after all he had done to him. 

Once every two weeks a woman would come to make sure Ozai was presentable. When this day had come he was used to seeing the plump 30 year old woman but today standing in front of his cell was a lean 20 something girl. She wasnt much to look at though. Her hair was pulled back tight into a pony tail and her clothes left a lot to the imagination. She slowly made her way over to Ozai and had him sit back turned to her so she could brush out his hair. He was much taller than her. 

"I'm Aleigha.." she said quietly as she combed out the tangles.

"Ozai.." Ozai mumbled as she yanked out a tangle. "OUCH!!" he yelped and scowled.

"i apologize.." her voice was soft and kind sounding. It was soothing to someone who for the past 5 years had only heard the raspy and rough voices of guards.

Ozai stayed still as she combed. She was gentle ans soft and tried not to hurt him. Aleigha was 23. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world. Her looks were average to the fire nation. She had long black hair that she kept pulled back into a pony tail but she had curves that she normally kept hidden behing baggy clothes. She finished getting the tangles out and she pulled out a fire nation hair piece and pput it in his hair. 

"what's this?" he asked running his fingers over it.

"the traditional royal hair piece."  she said as she put the comb away. 

Ozai laughed. "i am not royalty.." Ozai stated starting to take it out but she swatted his hand.

"you were at one point and i will make you look as such!" She said sternly. "Just because you're in prison doesnt mean you can't look presentable." she huffed and Ozai looked at her. She grabbed her things to leave. 

Ozai watched her as she left. There was something different about this girl. Something different and Ozai liked it. 

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