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Part 1 of Exile: The Banished Prince
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2020-05-08
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Book One: Wind

Chapter 35: Chapter 三十三: Broken pieces

Notes:

A short update is better than no update.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Zuko

I don’t know how long I’ve been awake.

I don’t know if I fell asleep in the first place.

Katara, Aang, and Sokka are, asleep.

The mattress is a mess. Sokka almost falls; he is snoring. Aang isn’t much different, his arms are hanging at the edge. Katara is breathing through her mouth.

This is the first time I’ve shared a bed (platonically) with anyone.

I pass a hand over Katara’s hair, tuck Aang’s arms under the sheets and practically roll Sokka up. Guess I’m our group’s light sleeper.

Well, I’m awake enough by now.

I know which one is Katara’s room, and the one next to hers looks meant for me. If for anything, because the walls are red. I head into the washroom but my reflection looks back at me when I open the door.

Agni, I hate this.

My fist crashes and splits the crystal. I hate being naïve!

This place reminds me too much of the Fire Palace and that, more than anything, annoys me! This whole thing feels like it’s mocking me. Even if I break every mirror I find, I can’t escape it… this! My face. My scar. Who I am. Even my future.

Are all so-called mentors like this or am I just unlucky? Probably the latter.

I was always meant to be a scapegoat; I am an outcast.

I’m tired of this.

I almost didn’t remember that I was carrying my dagger in my belt. But I pull it out and cut a chunk of my hair.

Notes:

Better late than never, I suppose. I wanted to finish this fic before the live-action aired but, oh well, life happens. Either way, I wanted to update whoever is still around that I'm not going anywhere and I do mean to finish this series. I'll probably update again this weekend. This whole story is inspired by the things I went through when I was in Venezuela, and I think I finally got to a place where I can talk about them more freely.

Also, if you enjoy it, please comment. Writing in 1st Person's POV is quite difficult and it's hard to stay motivated. Comments help 💖

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