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150 word drabble: Stay his Hand
Jun. 21st, 2011 07:27 pmWritten for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
avatar_500 prompt #31, Mirror.
Summary: Zhao isn't sure how it happened, and he doesn't expect mercy.
Author's note: This is part of that mirrorverse I've been playing with in the commentfic memes, with eldritch abomination Aang. If you want to read it, click on the "meme" tag and all of the parts are conveniently linked in the body of the commentfic meme entries.
Stay his Hand
Once upon a time, there was a young prince who had been kidnapped by his dastardly uncle, and the prince’s poor, desperate father had turned to a brave Navy commander to rescue him. This was the story Zhao told in every port city from there to the Fire Nation.
But Zuko stood, on the deck of Iroh’s stolen ship, staring back at him. After three years, there was Zhao, with an army at his back to capture the traitor Iroh who sought to free the Avatar, and return the kidnapped prince to his father and sister, and there was the prince, fighting to stay.
When the first fireball sped his way, Zhao didn’t believe it except for the heat pulsing as it passed. And when the boy had him on the ground, and his uncle urged him forward for the killing blow, Zhao closed his eyes.
But it never came.
avatar_500 prompt #31, Mirror.Summary: Zhao isn't sure how it happened, and he doesn't expect mercy.
Author's note: This is part of that mirrorverse I've been playing with in the commentfic memes, with eldritch abomination Aang. If you want to read it, click on the "meme" tag and all of the parts are conveniently linked in the body of the commentfic meme entries.
Stay his Hand
Once upon a time, there was a young prince who had been kidnapped by his dastardly uncle, and the prince’s poor, desperate father had turned to a brave Navy commander to rescue him. This was the story Zhao told in every port city from there to the Fire Nation.
But Zuko stood, on the deck of Iroh’s stolen ship, staring back at him. After three years, there was Zhao, with an army at his back to capture the traitor Iroh who sought to free the Avatar, and return the kidnapped prince to his father and sister, and there was the prince, fighting to stay.
When the first fireball sped his way, Zhao didn’t believe it except for the heat pulsing as it passed. And when the boy had him on the ground, and his uncle urged him forward for the killing blow, Zhao closed his eyes.
But it never came.
