The Girl who held Fire in her hands

Chapter 2

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ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to my friend quietglowingmoon, I o completed another chapter!!!!!!!! I hope people are reading my story! /)-_-(\

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Chapter 2:

I woke up to the sound of whistling. I opened by bleary, sleep-fogged eyes to locate the source. My friend Malali, the Fire Nation Imperial chief engineer, sat upon the velvet couch, examining her toolbox.

“Ah, you finally woke up. Everyone’s waiting at the breakfast hall.” She said, closing the tool kit with a dry snap. The dust from the wooden box puffed out into a little cloud. Malali coughed and tossed her dark brown hair.

“Well, get dressed! We don’t have all day!” She tossed me my toothbrush, face towel, toothpaste, and a set of clothes.

“Five more minutes….” I grumbled and buried my head under the pillow.

“WAKE UP!” She yelled, drenching my face with a glass of ice water. “I’m starving! They’re not going to serve breakfast until the Princess is up. And you surely don’t want to miss the bacon?” She glared at me indignantly.

“Okay, fine, I’ll get up.” I grumbled, and hauled myself out of bed. I hastily brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair away from my face, got dressed, and fixed up my hair in a topknot, leaving out my bangs, and putting on my boots, all accomplished in three minutes.

“That’s a speed record.” Malali said, tapping her timing device. “I guess you’re hungry.”

“Not really. I don’t feel like eating today....” I replied, and made my way to the dining hall. As I entered the hall, the noisy chatter quieted.

“You’re late.” My father said, turning to me.

“Is that such a surprise to you?” I grumbled irritably, sitting down on the chair indicated by a servant.

A soft, furry, grey-white cat rubbed her face against my chin.

“Sofia-Napoleon, get off of her!” Scolded Malali. Sofia-napoleon gave an indignant meow, before stalking back to her owner. “That’s a good girl! Who’s a good girl? You are!” Malali cooed to her cat, sickeningly sweet.

“Ms. Malali, keep your cat under control! And you, Azula, you’re never late for breakfast, normally.” He said, not satisfied with my answer and early morning poor attitude. I ignored him and let the servant fill my dish with bacon, soup, bread, orange juice, and fruit. I slowly began eating the sumptuous food. Zuko, Malali, and the others were busy stuffing their faces, yet strangely I had quite lost my appetite. I exited the dining hall. I had barely touched the food on my dish. I went to the garden, and stuck my feet into the garden pond where the turtle ducks swam.

Hang on.

Was there supposed to be a large metal platform beneath my feet?

I glanced down in utter surprise, and before I could even reach out to touch the strange block of metal, it gave a faint whir, and spun to life. Jumping back, my eyes skimmed over the rippling water, as the metal block extended itself to different patterns, splashing around liquid like a child on a rainy day, its tentacle-like new metal arm’s jutting out under the pond and shoving dirt to one side. It expanded, shooting out cylinders and cubes and spirals of metal under the water, until finally, it locked in place with a sharp and distinct “Click.”

Suddenly, the whole machine hidden underwater that covered the premises of the pond’s surface shot up with walls of steel, as if it was a jack in the box. I gasped in surprise, and crawled backwards in amazement. The walls shot upwards, and in a frenzy, suddenly extended and wrapped a green-blue stream of light around itself, locking it in the notches that were obviously made for the stream itself into the whole building. The light wrapped itself to the top, and exploded into a cupola shaped dome which acted as the ceiling of the walls.