𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐢━━━━ ❛𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀❜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ IT'S UNBELIEVABLY PATHETIC. I can't imagine how I look in the eyes of those guards, the ones that bend rock-like hands to trap their prey. I often hear them on the other side of the door, peering in laughing at my misery.

Of course, I leave it to Appa to scare them off. However, I can't help but feel myself wither away in this torture.

Who knows how long I've been here. It could've been hours. Days. Weeks. Months. I genuinely have no idea since I'm so deprived of the light. My skin longs for the feeling of the sun's rays again.

I never knew how much I took the outdoors for granted until now.

At one point, I even tricked myself into thinking the comet had already came. That the world already perished in the hands of the Fire Nation.

I even made myself believe Aang had forgotten about me. That Sokka and Katara had forgotten about me. Anana forgot about me.

My time was spent crawled up into a ball in the corner of the room, as far as my chains would let me go, burying my head into my knees. When the shirshu spit wore off, I immediately got up and vomited my guts out.

So the stench lingered and made my eyes water. Appa laid in front of me, shielding me from whoever would come to the small barred window in the door to find joy at the sight of me.

At this point, I was staring at the ceiling, making shapes out of what my eyes would play tricks on me with. When the door screeches open and a tray of food is dropped onto the ground, I appear out from behind Appa.

The man who made this delivery laughs in my face, proceeding to spit at my feet when I weakly walk to the plain bowl of rice.

"Can't believe the world thinks you're going to save it." He curses.

I try to ignore him, shoving the food in my mouth.

When he leaves, I put the bowl down. I look at the window, just hoping for someone to help me.

And the worst part about it is I hate that I'm wishing this. Wishing for a savior when I know damn well that's not how life's treated me in the past and certainly not how it will treat me now.

I doubt the universe will gift me with Anana once again, having her skewer these guys heads with her arrows and busting me out of here. I seriously doubt it.

Or that Aang, Katara or Sokka will miraculously find me down here.

My enemy known as time creeps by ever so slowly. I've now crawled back closer to Appa, allowing him to rest his big head on my lap. Despite the pain it causes me every time he moves. I reach for the leftover rice in my bowl, letting Appa have the rest.