StareZuko had always had people stare at him. When he was younger, whenever he would go out in public, or even when he walked around in the palace, people would always stare.Stare
After the Agni Kai incident, the crew members would even stare, no matter how many times they told themselves not to, they did. Whenever they went into a Earth Kingdom colony, that was taken over by the Fire Nation, people would stare whispering horrible things about him, and he could hear it all.
He was good about not caring, but nothing mattered at that time except one thing- capturing the Avatar.
When he met the Avatar an
Zutara Week- MythologyUpstairs, in her cluttered bedroom, Toph sat on her bed with a text book in front of her. She scribbled the answer to a question down on the piece of lined paper, and turned to the next page of her textbook.Zutara Week- Mythology
Why did she have to learn mythology? They're myths, no one knows if they are true!
She had to write a romantic story, in a 'fairy tale-ish' way. She hadn't thought of anything and her assignment was due in twelve hours! Once again, she had procrastinated it and was going to end up probably copying something. She twirled her pen around as she thought.
Let's see... romance...
She tried
Manipulative"I'm bored." Toph declared as she sat on her belly, on the stone floor of the Western Air Temple. The Gaang were laying around, waiting for Katara to finish cooking breakfast.Manipulative
"Well, what do you wanna do?" Zuko replied, sitting up, he was recently looking at the cloud drifting by.
"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" Toph answered. Sokka was cleaning his boomerang, and Aang was spinning a wooden top around. They were all bored, except Katara who was engaged in her cooking. . . not saying she wanted to do it.
"Want to play Truth or Dare?" Aang suggested, his face lighting up.
"What's that?"
Zutara Week- Smug"Prince Zuko." The old man's voice began, echoing through out the very large room. He sat on his throne, staring at his grandson. The room was big, however, it only contained the throne, a few antiques of the family's ancestors, and the door, the sun giving a little light through the rooms window. To his grandson, it was a waste of space.Zutara Week- Smug
"Yes, Honorable Grandfather?" The boy answered, trying his best to sugarcoat the words 'Honorable Grandfather'. He was on the ground, nose almost touching the ground, as he performed this act of respect. He respected his grandfather, but for crying out loud, he was his grandso
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