The little boy tugged at the hem of his mother’s dress.
Apparently the boy had decided that she wasn’t paying him enough attention.
She didn’t mean to blow the child off, she’d simply fell asleep and Lost track of the time. It only took about fifteen dakika for the boy to realize his mother forgot about what she promised him. And only a minute’s hesitation after that before tugging at her clothing, jumping on her bed, and screaming her name.
“Come on! Come on! Mama, wewe promised.”
Azula heaved herself up. “Did I really?” She asked with a yawn. Eyes still closed, despite her upright position.
“Yes mama! wewe said!” He gave her dress another tug. “You said, before sundown.”
When the former princess opened her eyes, they met a pair of big amber ones. The boy couldn’t possibly get himself any closer to his mother. So he just settled for sitting down and staring as intensely as he could with those bright amber eyes.
Those bright amber eyes, that so closely resembled his mother’s.
Azula smiled and ruffled his hair.
“Mama, stop it!” The boy wailed and swatted her hand away. But he did it with a smile. The same smile and laugh whenever he was trying to act annoyed kwa something that didn’t really bother him at all.
“You sure wewe don’t want to wait until tomorrow?” Azula asked.
“Yes, I’m sure. I want to learn how to firebend right now.”
“I was trying to sleep, Ash.” Azula pointed out.
“You’re just scared that I’m gonna master zaidi forms then you!” Ash declared.
“More forms than your uncle, probably.” Azula shrugged. “But you’ll never be as good as your mom.”
“Hey!” Ash shouted.
“Alright, let’s go.” Azula lifted the boy up and onto her shoulder and walked outside.
“Hold out your hand like so.” Azula instructed. “Focus on your chi…and…” A sizable blue flame ignited in her outstretched palm.
Ash mimicked the gesture. The flame spawned from his efforts was rather tiny, but it was something nonetheless.
“Wonderful. Just wonderful.” Azula clasped her hands together. “Not bad at all for your first time. Most people struggle to get zaidi than smoke.”
“Thanks mama.” The little boy beamed up at her. “But I wanna make it bigger.”
Azula stood behind him and held his arm steady. “Go ahead.”
The boy once again produced the small flame. His face contorting with the strain of trying to make it larger.
The boy released the pressure and tried again. He clenched his teeth.
“Alright Ash, I think it’s time for a break.”
“NO! I can do it!” He whined. And so Ash tried again.
The boy seemed to grow frustrated. “Why can’t I do it!?” He shouted and threw his arms down—temper reaching its peak. The motion sent a rain of moto towards the floor.
Azula pulled her son out of the way, however his feet still met the flames. The boy cried out.
“Ow, ow, ow! Mama, it hurts.” Ash wailed.
“Of course it hurts.” Azula murmured into his ear. She pulled the boy into a tight hug. “But look at that, wewe did it.” She smiled.
“I don’t care. It hurt, I’m never gonna do it again.” The boy pouted into his mother’s shoulder.
“Don’t wewe say that. Do wewe know how many times I got burned when I was your age?”
“None?”
Azula laughed. “Let me tell wewe a little secret.” She feigned a suspicious glance around the yard. “You and I both know, that I’m the best firebender there is. But…when I first started firebending, I got burned a few times. Your grandfather never found out though.”
“Did grandpa ever burn himself?” Ash stopped crying.
“Probably. I can’t name one great firebender that didn’t burn him au herself…or someone around him au her kwa accident.” Azula peered into those big amber eyes. “Fire’s a dangerous element kid. moto destroys and harms. But it’s a great, powerful element. It can do wonderful things…”
“I don’t care about that. I just wanna burn stuff.” Ash declared.
Azula raised an eyebrow. “Oh? But just a few sekunde zamani wewe said…”
“I changed my mind!”
“I don’t know…” Azula drew out the sentence. “I don’t think you’re ready yet.” She teased.
“But mama, I am.” Ash insisted.
“Oh, alright, I suppose we can give it another go.”
Apparently the boy had decided that she wasn’t paying him enough attention.
She didn’t mean to blow the child off, she’d simply fell asleep and Lost track of the time. It only took about fifteen dakika for the boy to realize his mother forgot about what she promised him. And only a minute’s hesitation after that before tugging at her clothing, jumping on her bed, and screaming her name.
“Come on! Come on! Mama, wewe promised.”
Azula heaved herself up. “Did I really?” She asked with a yawn. Eyes still closed, despite her upright position.
“Yes mama! wewe said!” He gave her dress another tug. “You said, before sundown.”
When the former princess opened her eyes, they met a pair of big amber ones. The boy couldn’t possibly get himself any closer to his mother. So he just settled for sitting down and staring as intensely as he could with those bright amber eyes.
Those bright amber eyes, that so closely resembled his mother’s.
Azula smiled and ruffled his hair.
“Mama, stop it!” The boy wailed and swatted her hand away. But he did it with a smile. The same smile and laugh whenever he was trying to act annoyed kwa something that didn’t really bother him at all.
“You sure wewe don’t want to wait until tomorrow?” Azula asked.
“Yes, I’m sure. I want to learn how to firebend right now.”
“I was trying to sleep, Ash.” Azula pointed out.
“You’re just scared that I’m gonna master zaidi forms then you!” Ash declared.
“More forms than your uncle, probably.” Azula shrugged. “But you’ll never be as good as your mom.”
“Hey!” Ash shouted.
“Alright, let’s go.” Azula lifted the boy up and onto her shoulder and walked outside.
“Hold out your hand like so.” Azula instructed. “Focus on your chi…and…” A sizable blue flame ignited in her outstretched palm.
Ash mimicked the gesture. The flame spawned from his efforts was rather tiny, but it was something nonetheless.
“Wonderful. Just wonderful.” Azula clasped her hands together. “Not bad at all for your first time. Most people struggle to get zaidi than smoke.”
“Thanks mama.” The little boy beamed up at her. “But I wanna make it bigger.”
Azula stood behind him and held his arm steady. “Go ahead.”
The boy once again produced the small flame. His face contorting with the strain of trying to make it larger.
The boy released the pressure and tried again. He clenched his teeth.
“Alright Ash, I think it’s time for a break.”
“NO! I can do it!” He whined. And so Ash tried again.
The boy seemed to grow frustrated. “Why can’t I do it!?” He shouted and threw his arms down—temper reaching its peak. The motion sent a rain of moto towards the floor.
Azula pulled her son out of the way, however his feet still met the flames. The boy cried out.
“Ow, ow, ow! Mama, it hurts.” Ash wailed.
“Of course it hurts.” Azula murmured into his ear. She pulled the boy into a tight hug. “But look at that, wewe did it.” She smiled.
“I don’t care. It hurt, I’m never gonna do it again.” The boy pouted into his mother’s shoulder.
“Don’t wewe say that. Do wewe know how many times I got burned when I was your age?”
“None?”
Azula laughed. “Let me tell wewe a little secret.” She feigned a suspicious glance around the yard. “You and I both know, that I’m the best firebender there is. But…when I first started firebending, I got burned a few times. Your grandfather never found out though.”
“Did grandpa ever burn himself?” Ash stopped crying.
“Probably. I can’t name one great firebender that didn’t burn him au herself…or someone around him au her kwa accident.” Azula peered into those big amber eyes. “Fire’s a dangerous element kid. moto destroys and harms. But it’s a great, powerful element. It can do wonderful things…”
“I don’t care about that. I just wanna burn stuff.” Ash declared.
Azula raised an eyebrow. “Oh? But just a few sekunde zamani wewe said…”
“I changed my mind!”
“I don’t know…” Azula drew out the sentence. “I don’t think you’re ready yet.” She teased.
“But mama, I am.” Ash insisted.
“Oh, alright, I suppose we can give it another go.”
There on the floor lye a little boy,just laying there. Yue ran mbele and made the little boy lay in her arms. Though as she began to inspect him she found a burn right on his neck. She gasped but before she do anything healers came to take her away. She turned to Zuko to see his expression. It was nothing but pure horror and shock. The inayofuata siku it rained and was probably the most boring in the world. She could not visit Zuko because the healers told her they needed to test him and work on him. So there she sat, in front of my window watching the rain fall and just before it hit the ground turn to ice. I t was a magnifecent sight if wewe could see it turn to ice. Then she began to think. Was being with zuko right? Who burned the child yesterday? Could it had been zuko. What were the healers doing in zuko's room? . . . Did she belong here?