My first ever Ty Lee centered fic!....Its angsty....obviously. Sorry on not updating for a while but yeah.

So this is in Ty Lee's POV while she's in the circus. The word is lantern for appa-appa-away.

Dark. Light. Dark. Light.

I smiled widely and cupped my hands over the paper lantern, letting the room grow dark. I pulled them opened, letting like illuminate the small tent. I'm thirteen now, so a simple gesture like such shouldn't amuse me so, but it does.

Dark. Light. Dark. Light.

I'm about to blow it out and go to bed, but my eyes catch the gleam of the fire. The bright fire. The pretty fire. The painful fire. The evil fire. I honestly don't know anymore. I never was scared of fire. Fire was light. It was warmth. It was…it was home. The concept of fire burning never really crossed my mind, until I saw it happen of course.

Dark. Light. Dark. Light.

But it doesn't matter. Mai went home with her family. Zuko's gone. I'm home. This is home. I looked back into the lantern. Stupid fire. Stupid stupid confusing fire.

Dark. Light. Dark. Light.

I think the woman in the next tent over is getting mad that I keep turning on and off the lights. It truly does bother ones eyes after a while. That's what I always heard at least.

Dark.

I should rest…

Light.

I should leave…

Dark.

Evil? Good?

Light.

Good? Evil?

Dark.

Comforting? Scary?

Light.

Safe? Conspiring?

Dark.

I blew out the flame in the lantern.

Dark.

I can't light it again.

Dark.

I'm all alone.

I just hope that made sense to everyone read and got my point across. The 'Light, Dark' etc thing was that she kept covering up the light. Hopw I didn't do TOO awful with Ty Lee's character, she's really difficult... Thanks for reading adn please review, and leave words, cause I need new ones.