Watch it Burn

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

I sat in my room, alone. I stare at the wall. I refused to talk to anyone besides Iroh, however even then I barely spoke.

I was going to the fire nation. I would be forced to serve them and win their war for them. After that I would be deemed useless and probably killed. I would never see my home again and my friends would be killed.

I let everyone down, Aang, Katara, Sokka, Suki, the rest of the Kyoshi warriors.

I let Kyoshi down.

I sighed and wiped the tears prickling in my eyes. I looked down at my hands, the hands of a once time Kyoshi warrior.

I looked at the meal the guards had left for me earlier. It was getting cold and my stomach growled at the sight of it, but I was no way going to eat it. Maybe if I am lucky enough I'll starve to death before I have to fight for the Firenation.

I was dragged from my thoughts by shouting and fighting. I ran up to the door and put my ear to it. I could hear cursing, fighting, and running. That's when I fell for the door had opened. I looked up to see...Sokka!

"Sokka!" I said happily.

"Cmon, we gotta get out of here! Aang and Katara are distracting Zuko and his crew!" Sokka said, helping me up. We rushed out of the room, and started the run to freedom. I was a little slow, stumbling over my feet because I had barely eaten in days. I was lightheaded and frankly this felt almost like a dream.

"Amara c'mon," Sokka urged and I realized that I had fallen behind. He grabbed my arm and pulled me along as he ran. Sokka threw his boomerang at anyone that came in our way, including a few servants. We quickly turned a corner in the hall that led us straight onto the deck. I could almost taste the freedom, I was almost saved.

Yet as we turned around in the hallway we ran straight into Iroh. He looked up at us, eyes wide. Clearly he had no idea of the rescue mission that Aang, Katara, and Sokka were performing.

We stared at each other for a few moments, the silence thick. I could tell Sokka was confused as to why the old man wasn't trying to stop us or call for help. Iroh looked blankly at me, like he was trying to solve some difficult mathematical problem.

We stayed like that for two beats before the old man smiled softly at me, like he did whenever we had tea. He stepped out of the way silently, and gestured for us to continue.

"Iroh-" I started, overwhelmed by emotion.

"Go," he urged me.

Sokka pulled me forward, basically dragging me down the rest of the hallway. My eyes never left Iroh's as we passed by him. I tried to convey all my gratefulness for him into the look, but I feared I just looked scared.

Little did I know he understood perfectly well.

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-few weeks later-

"I'm still waiting for that apology Katara." I said, snarkily.

"Alright fine!" Katara huffed, "I'm sorry that I chose a boy over you."

"I mean I waited for four weeks but that's alright." I said

"Yeah Katara," Sokka said, "You really-"

He was interrupted by his own coughing.

"Sokka are you feeling alright?" Katara asked, "I know that you were caught out in that storm the other day-"