Omi was dumped onto the porch of a new household, her eyes were heavy, swollen and red from all the crying she'd done on the way here. Yet she was able to see a tall mansion it looked like a miniature palace, though nothing like the one she'd worked in before.
A man stood before her, was he her new master?

"Master Yuri would expect you to be alert by tomorrow morning," The man looked down on her, the guards lifted her up on her feet and pushed her,
"Move slave!" They firmly contested.
The man, who apparently wasn't her master, took her to a basement-like area, there, was her room.
When they opened the door, the light from the servant's candle revealed a man sleeping in a bunk, Omi squinted her eyes to see,

Father?

"This man came in as well, do you know him?" The servant asked curiously, Omi quietly approached him, he stirred a bit, but Omi could see that he was her father,
"Yes, he's my Dad," She said quietly, she touched his temple, he was cold-sweated, probably he dreamt something horrible, like his wife's death, perhaps?
She wanted to tear up but her eyes were already hurting, The servant continued, he showed her to her own bunk, much smaller than her fathers but she didn't care.
"In the morning, put on these clothes," He said as he placed a small stack of clothing on top of a small table.

"Working here, you have to be properly dressed," he said, the servant exited the room and closed the door, once again she was in a dark place, at least she's not alone.

~~The following morning~~

Zuko woke up, but not on his bed, on the floor.
He must have fainted or something. He didn't wanted to get up. He felt weak and useless, what happened last night was a nightmare, she was gone.

They were both gone.

Just like that.

He tried to open his eyes but his eyelids felt pasted, When he finally gained a bit of sight, he lifted his head towards his closet beside his bed. Since he was on the floor, he saw what was underneath the furniture.

He saw Omi's doll.
He gently reached his hand and took the doll from underneath, He sat up and opened his eyes wider to have a better look at the ragged little thing. He suddenly felt his anger boiling inside.

This was Azula's fault.

This was his Father's fault,

Maybe even his Mother's fault or HIS fault.

Probably Omi's...
He didn't know who to blame, he gripped the doll, it was a sad and beautiful memory from his friend. He wanted to burn it but he didn't have the galls to do it, that made him frustrated even worse. He threw the doll so hard that it hit the wall and fell behind a furniture, he hid his face between his knees, and cried once more.

~meanwhile~

Water was poured from a vase to wake up the little newcomer.
"Wake up, slave!" A servant yelled, she was so surprised that she fell from the bed, she felt the stack of clothing being thrown at her.
"Quickly, get ready, and come up to start your duties!" The servant said, before he left Omi called to him.
"Where's my father?" She asked, immediately seeing that his bunk was empty.
"He was sent to work at the fields," And with that, the servant left before Omi could say another word.

Omi sighed, as she scrubbed the floors of a long hallway, this was even worse than the palace.
She didn't had Zuko, the princess was gone to who-knows-where, her father was at the field, and her clothes were just too big!On top of that, She received a lot of stares of hatred and jealousy,
Jealousy? What does she know, she never beat up anybody, no one here knew how to fire bend, at least that what she thought. But no one knows that she could fire bend and could make even the prodigious evil diva cry like a baby.
She shook the thought off from her head.

~They just hate me because I'm...

A slave...~

Four years Later

Four years passed since she came to this horrible place, every year it gotten worse. Her Master, A Landlord in the nation would give her bruising punishments, and worst of it all, His wife, a stricken diva would enjoy seeing her getting beat down and force to do hard work around. And of course, JunDae, Their evil offspring of a daughter, would stick out her tongue and would strut around saying:
"I'm prettier! I'm prettier!"

Omi would roll her eyes, she just wanted to kill that bratty mouse! But she held her anger.
One night, after a days hard work, she would come down to her room and see her father, sometimes he would be quiet and smiled whenever she talked to him, sometimes, he would be sleeping and once again... dream about his wife. He would toss and turn all night muttering something about his wife needing water, that she'll be alive with water. Omi would always watch hopelessly and whisper that she misses her too, and cried until she fell asleep.

But tonight was different, She was deep asleep when her father started dreaming again, he tossed and turned, he dreamed that he was searching for his wife through the fire, and when he found her, she was unconscious from breathing in smoke.

He got up, sleepwalking towards Omi and picked her up, she never stirred. He sleepwalked out of their room and into the halls, he opened his eyes, but his mind was crazed.

"She needs water..." He started to mutter,
"She needs water..." He said again, Holding Omi in his arms gave him the sense that he carried his wife,
(Since she looked a lot like her). He was breathing heavily, seeing that Omi didn't stirred, he started to panic.

"She needs water!" His voice was dry, He quickly headed outside the mansion and into the front garden where there was a deep pond, when he went into the water, he quickly pushed Omi into the pond, she finally awoke, unable to breathe, Her arms splashed around, trying to free herself from her father's grasp,
"Water will bring you back!" Her father yelled,

"Fath-!" She said before she was being lounged into the water, he repeatedly pulled her out and pushed her into the water with all his strength. Omi panicked and breathed in the water, she tried screamed but her voice was cut off.

"Hey! You there!" A Night Guard passed, seeing Omi's father acting crazy, drowning a young girl, he ran calling out for the guards outside to come and help. They pulled the crazy man onto shore and Omi, who layed unconscious. While few of the guards took the struggling and screaming slave away, A guard inspected Omi, she had a pulse but she wasn't breathing, he immediately pushed down her lower chest and in no time she finally coughed out all the water she breathed in. She was trembling, not only from being cold and dripping wet, but the horrible fact that her father had gotten crazy, and almost killed her.

~The next day~

She was given a day off, The servant, the first one that she knew, sat down next to her. His name was Mairo. He gave her warm soup and watched over her.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked him weakly,
"Though I didn't have to, I wanted to," He said warmly, she looked at him, not believing him.
"Just because Our master is a cruel man, doesn't mean that everyone is inhuman," He said as he tucked her.

"Like you, I am not" He said as he sat back down.
"I was the one who asked Master Yuri to give you a day off,"
Omi weakly thanked him. A silence fell, then she suddenly dared herself to ask,
"What... what happened to my father?"
Mairo sighed,
"Do you really want to know? after what he did to you last night?"
"Just tell me... please," She said, her eyes were glinty.

~poor girl~

"Your father was sent to the asylum. he's gone mad,"
Omi let a tear fall.

A week later

Omi was scrubbing the hallway floors when the bratty queen JunDae came in skipping,
"Hey Om-poo," She said evily, Omi rolled her eyes.
"I want you to clean my room,"

"Sorry miss JunDae, can't," She said, rolling up her sleeves before continuing her work,
"why not!" The little miss, blurted,
"Because I have to clean the kitchen, weed the garden, dust the furniture, help prepare for dinner-"
"Then clean my room first!" The girl stomped,
"Or I'm telling!"

"Tell your father to give me a day off, then I'll clean your room all day," She said smirking,
The little girl stood there frustrated.
"Clean my room you ugly dirty scum!" The little girl shouted, Omi could take her stupid little blurts, just not her bossy attitude.

"Not. Now," She growled, The little girl looked at the bucket of water and kicked it out of anger.
"Clean it!"
Omi gasped, the water headed towards one of the rooms, a squeal was heard, who came out was the mistress,

"Looked at this! it's all damped and wet!" The mistress squealed,
"We payed good money for this! who did this!?" She complained,
JunDae pointed at Omi, who frozed at the deceitful girl's lie.
"You're going to pay!" The mistress pointed in anger,

"With what money?" Omi said as she threw the cloth to the floor, splattering droplets onto JunDae's dress who squealed in disgust,
"Mommy looked what she done!" JunDae whined, Her mother looked at Omi with a deadly glare,
"A vengeful, vile girl! You will be punished for your misbehavior!"
"But I have done nothing wrong!"

"You still dare talk back to me!?" The mistress was shocked, She called on the guards to get her, they would've roughly grabbed her by the wrists or by the hair, but this time, when they approached her, she quickly raised her hands for defense, accidentally shooting a blaze of fire towards the men, burning their hands, and mostly JunDae's hair, who quickly ran away whining and squealing,The mistress let out an agonized scream. A few servants and guards and of course the master came when they heard.

"She's a fire bender!" The mistress screamed, the men squirming in pain of their burnt hands and JunDae's burnt hair was clear proof. Omi frozed, terrified. The guards quickly tackled her. They took her to her basement room, before leaving, one of them striked her across the face with a whip, she fell onto the bed, squirming with pain.

She was locked in, she heard voices say:
"Call the prison guards this instant! She almost burned my daughter!"
"We must get rid of her right away!"
"she's a fire bending slave, she could not be trusted!"
"SHE MUST BE PUT TO DEATH!"

Omi's face grew with horror, just then a slight breeze blew in from a window, she grabbed a bag and dumped all her things nearby, forget food, there was no time. The guards will come any moment to take her away to prison and worse.
She slung the bag over her shoulder.

When the guards came, all they saw was a messed up room and an opened window.