ATLA: The Dragon Warrior (Zuko x OC) BOOK 1

THE STORM

💦BOOK 1💦

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Third person's POV-->

It's been three more days since the half dragons were seperated from the Gaang. Akiko woke up before everyone else on the ship, the sun had yet to peak over the horizon. She would always wake up before everyone else, mainly because of her training. But this time, she just wanted to watch the sunrise and feel its warmth shine down on her. It would be a while until daybreak, so she decided to sing to herself quietly in the meantime. A song from one of her dragon friends that told a story of a queen and her kingdom. Aki always thought this song was sad but noble as well because the queen just wanted her people to live happy, peaceful lives. Instead, they were at war and the queen had to make difficult choices with a heavy heart.

The stars are very beautiful above the palace walls

They shine with equal splendor still above far humbler halls

I watch them from my window, but their bright, entrancing glow

Reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago

The royal circlet of bright gold rests lightly on my brow

I once thought only of the rights this circlet would endow

But once I took the crown to which I had been schooled and bred

I found it heavy on the heart, though light upon the head

Although I am the head of state, in truth I am the least

The true queen knows her people fed, before she sits to feast

The good queen knows her people safe, before she takes her rest

Thinks twice and thrice and yet again, before she makes request

For they are all my children, all that I swore to defend

It is my duty to become both queen and trusted friend

And of my children high and low, from beggar to above

The dearest are my Heralds, who return my care with love

The dearest are my Heralds, swift to spring to my command

Who give me aid and fellowship, who always understand

That land and people first have needs that I may not deny--

So I must send my dearest friends to danger-- and to die

A friend, a love, a child -- it matters not. I know indeed

That i must sacrifice them all if there should be the need

They know, and they forgive me-- doing more than I require

With willing minds and loving hearts go straight to grasp the fire

These tears that burn my eyes are all the tears the queen can't shed

The tears I weep in silence as I mourn my Heralds dead

O Gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry--

And if you have compassion-- let me send no more to die!