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BraveGirlsWearBoots: EpilogueAN: For this, Im gonna go with something sad. Beethovens Moonlight Sonata or the Sacrifice suite from the BtVS soundtrack. Anything that makes you sigh.
BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 6AN: While you read this, listen to something epic.
BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 5Chapter Five The Jasmine Dragon
BraveGirlsWearBoots:Interlude3Interlude Three Field of Fever Dreams
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AN: For this, Im gonna go with something sad. Beethovens Moonlight Sonata or the Sacrifice suite from the BtVS soundtrack. Anything that makes you sigh.
Epilogue Beginning of the End
Eeow! This tea is nothing more than hot leaf juice!
Of all the things he could have complained about, somehow it didnt surprise Song that it was the tea that upset Iroh.
She swallowed with difficulty. It truly was awful tea.
Uncle, thats what all tea is.
It also didnt surprise her that Zuko still couldnt distinguish between the former and the latter. Mind you, his tea was typically so bitter it could turn your face inside out.
How can a member of my own family say something so horrible? Iroh hurled the tea out of one of the front windows. Well have to make some major changes around here.
BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 6
AN: While you read this, listen to something epic.
Chapter Six Signs of Separation
I said no.
Song watched the hurt enter Jets dark eyes just as the temper entered Zukos brilliant ones. Too similar, she thought, too stubborn.
Fine, have it your way.
They watched Zuko stride away, Jet bitterly, and Song turned back to the others, a sigh and an apology on her lips.
Im sorry guys, hes just
In a dizzy instant, Jets hand was gripping her wrist, fingers white-knuckled. The pain was blunt and immediate. Dread pooling in her stomach, Song followed his gaze. Zuko stood berating Iroh, who wore a woebegone expression. A teacup lay on the stone floor. The liquid spreading around it was still steaming.
Song, Jet was hissing urgently. Song, dont go.
BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 5
Chapter Five The Jasmine Dragon
The wind combed dark, sightless fingers through her hair, whispered in its cool voice, belled the skirt and sleeves of hanbok and pressed damp kisses of lake-spray to her cheeks and forehead. Overhead the gibbous moon rode high and bright. Song closed her eyes and basked.
Footsteps upon the boards of the ferry deck. Only a little familiar She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder, one elbow lifting from the railing with the movement.
Jet smiled as he settled beside her, that ridiculous grass straw twirling between his teeth before he gazed up at the blanket of stars overhead. The smile was contagious, and she felt one grow on her own lips before she too looked upward.
So, he murmured. Whats a pretty girl like you doing with an old man and a guy like Lee?
She gave him a sidelong look. Surviving, mostly.
Interlude Three Field of Fever Dreams
As they waited, she watched him sleep.
The world felt smaller here in the flower shop, small than it had that morning, filled as it was with discoveries of wanted posters and the torment of the Rough Rhinos. Not since his niece almost shattered Iroh on the living blades of her lightning had Song felt such crippling terror.
She remembered the how Mongkes men had leered at her as she clung to Zuko, feeling his rage seethe beneath his skin in physical heat. She remembered one mans attempt to grab her, and the Princes wrath as he repelled the rider, wrapping his own swing-chains about his throat and throwing him back with a blast of heat.
So close so close shed felt it on her face. She shivered as they urged the ostrich-horses away, shivered as they dismounted outside the desert bar. He had taken her shoulders and gazed at her with his uneven eyes.
BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 4
Chapter Four The Hidden Prince
The shrine was still covered in early morning mist when they arrived, still making their way back to civilization and away from the haunting hills surrounding the ghost town. It stood, like many in this area, at a crossroads. Song smiled when she saw two of the little figurines sitting within the shelter of the alcove; a brass Kirin, badly tarnished and a little wooden speckle-hawk.
Iroh was surprisingly solemn that day, rubbing the still-healing wound on his chest; but then she learned later that he was always like this around sacred places. Song thought that perhaps it was because of his son, just as it was now for her with her parents.
Zuko, however, seemed confused she read it in his face his eyes darting, watchful, between his friend and uncle. When she bought a pair of incense sticks from a roadside stall lingering beside the little pilgrims shrine, the prince stood wit
Interlude Two Lives (Extra)Ordinary
There were no words, no voices, nothing of the corporeal that could express a pain like this. It was terrible in its familiarity; she had felt this twice before, and though she didnt know if she could put just one name to it, she knew exactly what it meant.
Someone she cared about was being taken away from her.
She had stayed hidden in the wreck of the ghost towns buildings, shivering and clinging to the ostrich-horses bridle. Zuko had said to stay hidden, and there was real fear in his eyes when he told her he didnt want his sister to find her.
So Song had stayed, and watched and waited and now she gazed with wide and horrified eyes as cold fire caught Iroh in the chest as he fell, slow and hard to the beaten earth. She heard Zukos anguished cry mingle with her own shriek before she flew on frantic feet to the fallen Generals side. She put her