Dream - [003]
Nothing looked all that special about this scene so far… The young scarred prince Zuko was running through a heavily crowded marketplace. Lots of tents and temporary stalls were set up, and most of them have some sort of red awnings, or fire nation insignias. The boy was wearing a long, heavy cloak. It looked like a very bright and warm day. He must have been boiling in it, but he needed to conceal his face. Since he was a traitor now, he couldn’t walk around in the open without hiding.
But at the moment, he didn’t seem to care. He was barreling down the street, as fast as his legs could take him, desperately trying to reach someone far ahead of him. He had only seen the person from behind as of yet, but… He couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew who she was!
There was one memory that kept playing over and over in his head. It was the memory he had of the last thing he saw, the night before his father became the heir to the throne… The memory of his most precious person in the world turning her back on him for his own good.
“Remember this Zuko. No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are!”
“Mom!” Zuko cried as he reached a hand out to grab the shoulder of the retreating figure. Even if it wasn’t her, he would rather be completely embarrassed by running after the wrong person then possibly miss finding her again. He had felt so lost without her…
Unfortunately, Zuko didn’t know just how much he was going to suddenly regret ever chasing after her, when the woman actually turned around… Instead of his mother, it was…
“… K-Katara?!”
“Get AWAY FROM ME!” Katara whipped around and shoved his hand off of her shoulder, before swiftly sweeping her arms, drawing water from a pouch around her waist up into the air. Zuko barely had time to react, drawing flames up to defend himself, and---
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“GAH!” The boy jerked upright, staring at the wall for a moment in shock, and barely restraining himself from scorching his bed sheets as he realized he was dreaming. Finally, he smacked a hand on his forehead as he let out a soft groan.