Post by Teяa253 on Dec 3, 2008 6:28:39 GMT 1
again, another filler sorta, but I liked the way it turned out. it kinda showed the hospitability of The AVatar Guard,and gave us a slight touch on that mysterious boy that Zeruda was with. it also touches on Malak's past a bit.
on a different note though, Malak and that boy are the only characters that appear in that chapter, so if you hate them, just skip this one (*pulls out a gun*)
CHAPTER 34: MALAK WAS NO EXCEPTION
Malak woke up feeling slightly dazed, and her gut still hurt from being kicked around so much by the Water Tribe Warriors. She sat up on the edge of her bed and idly swung her feet back and forth, trying to recall everything that happened. Everything seemed just like an illusion to her now: Zeruda, that Fire Nation boy, Maric’s betrayal, The Avatar Guard Secret Service; everything.
She blinked a few times to try and get the room into focus, but like the room where she had been tied up in; there was little light in this one either. She stood up, but almost fell back down again from dizziness. However, her good balance and fast reflexes prevented this, and she remained on her feet. Suddenly, the door opened, and in it was that Fire Nation boy that was always with Zeruda.
“Oh,” he exclaimed, “you’re awake.”
Malak said nothing. She just sat there swinging her feet, and looked up at him. She was curious as to what his name was, but didn’t feel like she should ask. She was still rather frightened in this new environment.
“Oh,” said the boy, “my name is Reyson by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier.”
“Its fine,” said Malak, “you actually didn’t have to. I was technically at the mercy of you and Zeruda earlier.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “we weren’t going to harm you at all. Zeruda just didn’t want you falling into the hands of The Order. You have talent, Malak. She knows it, you should know it, and even I know it.”
“How do you know it,” Malak asked,
“I actually just took the avatar’s word for it, as she recounted the story to my mother, and I was there to hear it.”
“Who is your mother,” Malak asked curiously,
“Well, Zeruda is,” Reyson replied, “and the old Fire Lord was my dad. I call her Zeruda because if anyone finds out I’m her son they’ll come after me. I mean, I’m the next heir to the Fire Nation Throne if Zeruda is able to be set back up again.”
“That’s neat,” said Malak, smiling, “you would probably make a good Fire Lord. I thought at first that you were just trying to hook up with me or something. I mean, being tied down like that, I just felt so vulnerable—like she was going to pull out a knife on me or something.”
“Zeruda,” Reyson exclaimed, “nah, she may seem firm, but she’s real nice to people as long as they don’t support The Order.”
“Oh,” said Malak, turning slightly pink, “I guess I was just scared then.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “you sort of had the right to be. Zeruda did say she tried to make it seem more intimidating for you to help get more information out of you in case you refused to talk.”
“I just wanted to get out,” said Malak, “I mean; I didn’t have any life-changing information on me. I’m just another Water Tribe girl.”
“Who are your parents,” Reyson asked curiously, “or is it personal”
“it’s a bit personal,” Malak replied, “I mean, everyone called me and my brother the Dragmire Twins, but that’s the name of the Water Chief. I’m not sure why the tacked her last name onto us.”
“You’re the daughter of Tenoko Dragmire,” Reyson asked; for Dragmire was Water Chief Tenoko’s last name;
“I don’t think so,” Malak replied, “I mean, I’ve only seen her once, and she didn’t seem to recognize me or my older brother Maric, so I think it might be coincidental.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “I’m no expert, but I’ve overheard Zeruda talking about Tenoko before, and she has always said Tenoko had a weird name to match the weird woman that she was.”
“Thanks for that,” said Malak, looking down at her knees, (which were under her dress and pants of course)
“Oh,” said Reyson,” sorry. It’s kind of weird though that you and the Water Chief share the same name. I mean, it’s not that I think you’re related to her, it’s just that I’ve only heard the name Dragmire in reference to Tenoko.”
“I don’t know,” Malak shrugged, “I’ve always thought that that name had a sort of dark feel to it”
“Well,” said Reyson, “I don’t know too much about Tenoko except that she drinks a lot, so I can’t tell you if she’s “dark”. Of course, she’s part of the Avatar Guard Secret Service with my mom Zeruda, and then Iresu of the Earth Kingdom as well, so I think she’s good.”
“How do you know so much about the war,” Malak asked, honestly curious and clinging to every word Reyson said,
“From my mom,” Reyson replied, “I mean she’s obviously a big time member of the Avatar Guard, so she gets a lot of information, and since I’m always with her she tells me everything.”
“Oh, alright,” said Malak, “so, now that I‘m here, what are you going to do with me? I mean, is there a battle or something?”
“Well,” said Reyson, “there was one at the Fire Nation capital in which we lost severely according to our latest reports, but the avatar and her company escaped alright. As far as you entering combat, it’s up to you. Technically, you’re too young, as well as I am, but because you’re a prodigy, The Avatar Guard leaves the choice up to you. If you were part of The Order you would have no choice.”
“Well,” said Malak, “I’m not switching sides. I was just wondering how things work around here. I’m so new to all of this.”
“What dragged you into the war,” Reyson asked, “I mean, there’s always something, right?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, “my brother and I were dragged in after an invasion of the northern Water Tribe in which our parents were both killed. We were a poor family, and so racking up the money to sail away from the Northern Water Tribe was quite a feat, and it took us a while. From there we came to the Fire Nation, ‘coz after that attack we sort of... well, you see how it ended up.”
“Ah,” said Reyson, “well, although I can’t say anything about your brother, I’ll assure you that you’ll be okay with us. I actually came up to see if you were awake, ‘coz we’ve got dinner on the table.”
“I could use some of that,” said Malak, almost cracking a smile. She put her hand on her stomach, but then immediately recoiled.
“Are you alright,” Reyson asked; being raised with his mother for the most part, he was a “motherly” young man, (aged 16) but was not a ‘sissy’ by any means. He was being trained to become a caring Fire Lord who would be loved by the people should Zeruda be restored to the throne and Reyson as her successor.
“I’m fine,” said Malak, “just a little tired, and still hurt from the attack. Try taking over 52 kicks to the chest without falling down,”
“52 hits,” Reyson exclaimed, “Malak, that could be worse than we expected. There’s probably more internal damage than we detected.”
“Its fine,” said Malak, feeling like a burden, “you don’t need to be my mom, Reyson. I’m 14. I can take care of myself at least a little.”
“Sorry,” said Reyson, “I kind of do weird things like that all the time. I guess it was just the way I was raised.”
“Well,” said Malak, “you’d likely rear up good children, and would probably be a popular Fire Lord as well. You seem like a good people-pleaser, and yet not enough to bend to every whim”
“Thanks, I guess,” said Reyson, scratching the back of his head near the black ponytail of hair he had,
“You’re welcome,” said Malak, smiling, and standing up, “now how about that dinner? I’m starving.”
“I’m in,” said Reyson, and stood up. He noticed though, that Malak had a slight stagger to her step.
“Will you be able to take these stairs alright,” he asked, “I mean, oh, there I go again. Sorry.”
Malak giggled. “You’re fine, Reyson,” she said, “I mean, look, you’ve even got Malak Dragmire smiling. You’re obviously doing something right.”
Reyson chuckled, and went down the stairs. Malak staggered down them, almost losing her step, but she had god balance, and was able to catch herself and land at the bottom in one piece.
Zeruda was off doing other things, but she had made them dinner with resources they had around the base; and for a girl of Malak’s social class, it was all food she normally didn’t get.
Reyson and Malak had the table to themselves, and Malak began quietly eating. She was hungry, but she wasn’t shoving her food down like some people (namely people like Sanaki, Meili, Zakura, Cheng, Taki, Tenoko, or the likes) would have if they were as hungry as she was.
Reyson began eating, and being raised as the prince that he rightfully was; he ate politely as well. Once they finished, Malak smiled.
“That was delicious,” she said, “tell Fire Lady Zeruda I said that.”
“Alright,” said Reyson, watching her gently get up, “are you just going to go back to your room again?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, “I’m still really tired. Thanks for everything though. I really enjoyed it.”
“You’re welcome,” Reyson replied, still seated, watching her go back up the stairs to her room. The interesting thing about The Avatar Guard was that they were always hospitable no matter where they were. They were a resourceful group like The Order, but when there were people new to their organization, The Avatar Guard, unlike The Order, would actually treat them well and care for them. Malak Was No Exception.
~Azula~
on a different note though, Malak and that boy are the only characters that appear in that chapter, so if you hate them, just skip this one (*pulls out a gun*)
CHAPTER 34: MALAK WAS NO EXCEPTION
Malak woke up feeling slightly dazed, and her gut still hurt from being kicked around so much by the Water Tribe Warriors. She sat up on the edge of her bed and idly swung her feet back and forth, trying to recall everything that happened. Everything seemed just like an illusion to her now: Zeruda, that Fire Nation boy, Maric’s betrayal, The Avatar Guard Secret Service; everything.
She blinked a few times to try and get the room into focus, but like the room where she had been tied up in; there was little light in this one either. She stood up, but almost fell back down again from dizziness. However, her good balance and fast reflexes prevented this, and she remained on her feet. Suddenly, the door opened, and in it was that Fire Nation boy that was always with Zeruda.
“Oh,” he exclaimed, “you’re awake.”
Malak said nothing. She just sat there swinging her feet, and looked up at him. She was curious as to what his name was, but didn’t feel like she should ask. She was still rather frightened in this new environment.
“Oh,” said the boy, “my name is Reyson by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier.”
“Its fine,” said Malak, “you actually didn’t have to. I was technically at the mercy of you and Zeruda earlier.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “we weren’t going to harm you at all. Zeruda just didn’t want you falling into the hands of The Order. You have talent, Malak. She knows it, you should know it, and even I know it.”
“How do you know it,” Malak asked,
“I actually just took the avatar’s word for it, as she recounted the story to my mother, and I was there to hear it.”
“Who is your mother,” Malak asked curiously,
“Well, Zeruda is,” Reyson replied, “and the old Fire Lord was my dad. I call her Zeruda because if anyone finds out I’m her son they’ll come after me. I mean, I’m the next heir to the Fire Nation Throne if Zeruda is able to be set back up again.”
“That’s neat,” said Malak, smiling, “you would probably make a good Fire Lord. I thought at first that you were just trying to hook up with me or something. I mean, being tied down like that, I just felt so vulnerable—like she was going to pull out a knife on me or something.”
“Zeruda,” Reyson exclaimed, “nah, she may seem firm, but she’s real nice to people as long as they don’t support The Order.”
“Oh,” said Malak, turning slightly pink, “I guess I was just scared then.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “you sort of had the right to be. Zeruda did say she tried to make it seem more intimidating for you to help get more information out of you in case you refused to talk.”
“I just wanted to get out,” said Malak, “I mean; I didn’t have any life-changing information on me. I’m just another Water Tribe girl.”
“Who are your parents,” Reyson asked curiously, “or is it personal”
“it’s a bit personal,” Malak replied, “I mean, everyone called me and my brother the Dragmire Twins, but that’s the name of the Water Chief. I’m not sure why the tacked her last name onto us.”
“You’re the daughter of Tenoko Dragmire,” Reyson asked; for Dragmire was Water Chief Tenoko’s last name;
“I don’t think so,” Malak replied, “I mean, I’ve only seen her once, and she didn’t seem to recognize me or my older brother Maric, so I think it might be coincidental.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “I’m no expert, but I’ve overheard Zeruda talking about Tenoko before, and she has always said Tenoko had a weird name to match the weird woman that she was.”
“Thanks for that,” said Malak, looking down at her knees, (which were under her dress and pants of course)
“Oh,” said Reyson,” sorry. It’s kind of weird though that you and the Water Chief share the same name. I mean, it’s not that I think you’re related to her, it’s just that I’ve only heard the name Dragmire in reference to Tenoko.”
“I don’t know,” Malak shrugged, “I’ve always thought that that name had a sort of dark feel to it”
“Well,” said Reyson, “I don’t know too much about Tenoko except that she drinks a lot, so I can’t tell you if she’s “dark”. Of course, she’s part of the Avatar Guard Secret Service with my mom Zeruda, and then Iresu of the Earth Kingdom as well, so I think she’s good.”
“How do you know so much about the war,” Malak asked, honestly curious and clinging to every word Reyson said,
“From my mom,” Reyson replied, “I mean she’s obviously a big time member of the Avatar Guard, so she gets a lot of information, and since I’m always with her she tells me everything.”
“Oh, alright,” said Malak, “so, now that I‘m here, what are you going to do with me? I mean, is there a battle or something?”
“Well,” said Reyson, “there was one at the Fire Nation capital in which we lost severely according to our latest reports, but the avatar and her company escaped alright. As far as you entering combat, it’s up to you. Technically, you’re too young, as well as I am, but because you’re a prodigy, The Avatar Guard leaves the choice up to you. If you were part of The Order you would have no choice.”
“Well,” said Malak, “I’m not switching sides. I was just wondering how things work around here. I’m so new to all of this.”
“What dragged you into the war,” Reyson asked, “I mean, there’s always something, right?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, “my brother and I were dragged in after an invasion of the northern Water Tribe in which our parents were both killed. We were a poor family, and so racking up the money to sail away from the Northern Water Tribe was quite a feat, and it took us a while. From there we came to the Fire Nation, ‘coz after that attack we sort of... well, you see how it ended up.”
“Ah,” said Reyson, “well, although I can’t say anything about your brother, I’ll assure you that you’ll be okay with us. I actually came up to see if you were awake, ‘coz we’ve got dinner on the table.”
“I could use some of that,” said Malak, almost cracking a smile. She put her hand on her stomach, but then immediately recoiled.
“Are you alright,” Reyson asked; being raised with his mother for the most part, he was a “motherly” young man, (aged 16) but was not a ‘sissy’ by any means. He was being trained to become a caring Fire Lord who would be loved by the people should Zeruda be restored to the throne and Reyson as her successor.
“I’m fine,” said Malak, “just a little tired, and still hurt from the attack. Try taking over 52 kicks to the chest without falling down,”
“52 hits,” Reyson exclaimed, “Malak, that could be worse than we expected. There’s probably more internal damage than we detected.”
“Its fine,” said Malak, feeling like a burden, “you don’t need to be my mom, Reyson. I’m 14. I can take care of myself at least a little.”
“Sorry,” said Reyson, “I kind of do weird things like that all the time. I guess it was just the way I was raised.”
“Well,” said Malak, “you’d likely rear up good children, and would probably be a popular Fire Lord as well. You seem like a good people-pleaser, and yet not enough to bend to every whim”
“Thanks, I guess,” said Reyson, scratching the back of his head near the black ponytail of hair he had,
“You’re welcome,” said Malak, smiling, and standing up, “now how about that dinner? I’m starving.”
“I’m in,” said Reyson, and stood up. He noticed though, that Malak had a slight stagger to her step.
“Will you be able to take these stairs alright,” he asked, “I mean, oh, there I go again. Sorry.”
Malak giggled. “You’re fine, Reyson,” she said, “I mean, look, you’ve even got Malak Dragmire smiling. You’re obviously doing something right.”
Reyson chuckled, and went down the stairs. Malak staggered down them, almost losing her step, but she had god balance, and was able to catch herself and land at the bottom in one piece.
Zeruda was off doing other things, but she had made them dinner with resources they had around the base; and for a girl of Malak’s social class, it was all food she normally didn’t get.
Reyson and Malak had the table to themselves, and Malak began quietly eating. She was hungry, but she wasn’t shoving her food down like some people (namely people like Sanaki, Meili, Zakura, Cheng, Taki, Tenoko, or the likes) would have if they were as hungry as she was.
Reyson began eating, and being raised as the prince that he rightfully was; he ate politely as well. Once they finished, Malak smiled.
“That was delicious,” she said, “tell Fire Lady Zeruda I said that.”
“Alright,” said Reyson, watching her gently get up, “are you just going to go back to your room again?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, “I’m still really tired. Thanks for everything though. I really enjoyed it.”
“You’re welcome,” Reyson replied, still seated, watching her go back up the stairs to her room. The interesting thing about The Avatar Guard was that they were always hospitable no matter where they were. They were a resourceful group like The Order, but when there were people new to their organization, The Avatar Guard, unlike The Order, would actually treat them well and care for them. Malak Was No Exception.
~Azula~
