Post by kpitty on May 26, 2006 20:49:04 GMT -5
( This is going to be written very well, and it's got some made-ups in it. It's called Zuko's First Kiss, and it's Chapter One.)
Chapter One:
The forest held many secrets, all of them told different ways by different people. Though, perhaps the strangest of them all was the ghosts that walked at midnight. Zuko, being as arrogant as usual, cared not about these stories, for he slept in the middle of the meadow where it was said that the ghosts of veela were hidden. Upon the rain falling on his head, he woke, seeing a pair of brilliant blue eyes before him, he pulled back. "Who are you?!" He demanded in his usual bossy tone.
"I am Hera. This is Hige." She said, pointing to herself, then to the male next to her. Both of them had brilliant blue eyes and faded blonde hair. The male's hair reached his shoulders, and the female's cascaded down her back and came to a soft stop at her hips. The two were known as the ''White Children". "Zuko, you are the banished prince of a nation, are you not?" Hera asked, lifting Zuko to his feet.
"How do you know my name!" He demanded pulling his arm away from her grumpily. "Hera knows all the bender's names." Hige said, looming behind Hera like a shadow. "Ah. Yes, I do, Hige." She said. She took a step towards Zuko who took a step back. With a sudden speed, she was before him, her lips pressed against his softly.
A brilliant flash of light followed by swirls of color, white magic filled the air as Hige's and Hera's forms danced before Zuko's eyes, his senses filled with the magic, the scent of it, the feel of it wrapping around his body like a constrictor. Before he knew it, he too was dancing to the music that seemed to flow through the area.
Upon the night, the stars twinkled above, the twisted fate of a banished prince threatening to plunge as he danced there with Hera and Hige, though unbeknownst to him, his life would go further downhill. Soon, he would meet up with the "Dark Children".
Chapter One:
The forest held many secrets, all of them told different ways by different people. Though, perhaps the strangest of them all was the ghosts that walked at midnight. Zuko, being as arrogant as usual, cared not about these stories, for he slept in the middle of the meadow where it was said that the ghosts of veela were hidden. Upon the rain falling on his head, he woke, seeing a pair of brilliant blue eyes before him, he pulled back. "Who are you?!" He demanded in his usual bossy tone.
"I am Hera. This is Hige." She said, pointing to herself, then to the male next to her. Both of them had brilliant blue eyes and faded blonde hair. The male's hair reached his shoulders, and the female's cascaded down her back and came to a soft stop at her hips. The two were known as the ''White Children". "Zuko, you are the banished prince of a nation, are you not?" Hera asked, lifting Zuko to his feet.
"How do you know my name!" He demanded pulling his arm away from her grumpily. "Hera knows all the bender's names." Hige said, looming behind Hera like a shadow. "Ah. Yes, I do, Hige." She said. She took a step towards Zuko who took a step back. With a sudden speed, she was before him, her lips pressed against his softly.
A brilliant flash of light followed by swirls of color, white magic filled the air as Hige's and Hera's forms danced before Zuko's eyes, his senses filled with the magic, the scent of it, the feel of it wrapping around his body like a constrictor. Before he knew it, he too was dancing to the music that seemed to flow through the area.
Upon the night, the stars twinkled above, the twisted fate of a banished prince threatening to plunge as he danced there with Hera and Hige, though unbeknownst to him, his life would go further downhill. Soon, he would meet up with the "Dark Children".