Taken For Granted | Aang

12. Cutting the Strings

Sokka asked, "Hmmm.......... should I get this bag?"

Aang replied, "You should."

Sokka shook his head, "No. It's too expensive."

Aang shrugged, "Then don't buy it."

Sokka exclaimed, "But I want it!"

Luna stared at the ground, deep in thought.

She'd gone into the ocean state.

It'd hurt so much.

She'd hurt so much.

And worst of all, she could have hurt someone else because of her pain.

She felt like she was losing her mind. She could barely sleep. She was so worried she'd hurt someone.

It was terrifying.

She didn't want to hurt anyone.

She hated that she wasn't in control.

She hated that she couldn't know what was next.

Her entire life someone had always been controlling her life.

It was terrible, yet she got used to it.

Strings of fate were pulled by her father.

Her father was a puppet master to her.

Pulling the strings of her life and if she tried to resist, the strings were cut away and she was thrown aside like a doll.

Everything had always been planned.

She was surrounded by light her entire life, then dipped into the darkness.

Everything was always out of her control.

Her fate was never really hers.

It was always someone else's to tinker with and mess with until it was perfect in their eyes.

Then, it all changed.

Her sister's life slid through her hands.

It was out of her control whether her sister lived or died.

Then, she ran.

She packed her things and ran from fate.

She broke the strings.

Though she'd never know it, she'd changed fate that day.

She'd changed the world that day.

There was still a ache in her heart, clawing and scratching to try to get free so it could scream but she'd never let it.

Her emotions weren't of importance.

Her father has told her that, "As a princess, your people are always first.  Your emotions are irrelevant, just a distraction."