When she looked at me,
Her eyes pierced my heart
With vengeless anger,
Longing to be set free;
A familiar fire
That burned and would not depart ….

When she yelled at me,
My coração was torn por sorrow
For her, as if longing to be
In her place, to prevent today
What could not be saved tomorrow;
Her price I would gladly pay…

When her hand struck me,
I was stunned
By the gentleness of her caress
On me—the enemy she had shunned;
She did not her hurt repress,
Yet did not tear down my dignity….

When she cried to me,
Her tears were as showers
Pelting my soul with grief unspoken;
Like burning flowers,
Grieving with...

Aang, Zuko, and i were in the courtyard. i sat on the steps while Zuko taught Aang something new. "There's one techniche you need to leard before facing my father," Zuko said. "How to re-direct lightning. If you let the energy in your own body flow, the lightning will follow it. You turn your apponents energy against them." Aang lit up. "That's like waterbending!" he said. Zuko nodded. "Exacly. My uncle learned this technique himself por studying waterbenders."
"So...have you re-directed lightning before?" Aang asked.
"Once. Against my father," Zuko said.
"What did it feel like?"
Zuko stopped moving...