TMNT-The ScientistCome up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryMore Like This
You don't know how lovely you are.
It was a quarter past midnight and New York City had never been quieter. It was as though the city felt Donatello’s pain. Understood how he needed silence to concentrate. To get a hold of his emotions and mind. And he was grateful for that.
Dodging from shadow to shadow in the grassy part of the city, Donatello finally came to the spot he was looking for. He didn’t need a map to find this place or be told any directions. He knew it by heart. And the turtle knew it was engraved in it like a pathetic map he never wanted to throw away.
Donnie stood in front of the slab of stone in complete silence, not caring who could or could not see him. This was his moment, his place, and no one will ever take that away from him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he finally found what he thought were the right words to say. “Hey, April. Nice night. isn’t it?”
The day she lost herThe day she lost herMore Like This
The new fire lord was sitting in the garden of his palace. This place was still depressing to him. He tried his best to make it bit livable, but so far whit out much success. Zuko slowly get up and walked to the turtle-duck pond he remembered in his younger ages he played here a lot whit her sister and whit her two friends, but those times were far gone.
"Hi Zuko" he heard a familiar voice. Turned around to see Mai walking up to him. "hi" he said.
Mai was already back in town and she forgive him. It was always good to see her.
"What's you gonna do now" Mai asked standing next to him
"I really don't know" he said sitting down again resting his back against the pond's wall.
"I suppose I will start looking for my mother reunite the family or et list what's left of it" he said looking up at Mai "and You will be part of this family too if you want to be"
For a second Mai just looked into nowhere she looked confused. She let out a small sigh and slowly sits next to Zuko.
Azula's Own Prison- Avatar: The Last AirbenderThe silence haunts me.More Like This
I sit, alone, in my damp cell, leaning against the right wall of the square room. The stunted light that creeps from the adjacent narrow bared window is frail; it doesn't have enough light to allow me to see my own crumbling shadow, much less give me warmth.
The prison guards didn't trust any of the Firebending inmates like I to have heat. But it made no sense to provide this command; I was told that if I preformed a single shred of fire, then I was to be disciplined ten lashes. It wasn't like I didn't try to rebel at first, but I soon learned my place as a pathetic prisoner.
Pathetic. I never would even imagine being labeled this term. I was always a highly esteemed, honored and feared royal member of the Fire Nation. Now I’m a laughingstock. The Avatar and his little pals are probably sharing a good laugh about the tales of me now. I can picture the scene; they are all gathered together in a comfortable room, laughing, sharing hearty ta