Not Worthless
It still hurt; though it was mostly just a dull throb of pain. Almost like the burn was mocking him, Saying 'I'm still here you can't get rid of me that easily.' He didn't dare take off the bandage yet and he had already ordered all of the mirrors off the ship. He didn't wan't to see the reminder his father had inflicted upon him. The reminder of his failure to his nation, family, and father.
The reminder of his failure as a prince but most of all as a son. His reminder the he was worthless. Zuko felt his eyes begin to water. He angrily wiped at thembefore the tears began to fall, again. He took a deep breath and silently began to berate himself. He was the prince of the fire nation, princes didn't cry. Crying was for people who were devoid of all hope.
He wasn't. He had hope. He could stand his own ground and he didn't need anyone else's help. He would find the Avatar by himself. He would recover everything that was rightfully his on his own. He would show everyone! He would show his sister, that he didn't need to be a prodigy to accomplish things. He would show that general that he didn't need to sacrifice a whole division for a victory.
But most of all he would show his father that he wasn't worthless.
So how did you like it? I'm thinking of making this a series of pointless angst drabbles, this is probably because most of the stories I like in ATLA fandom are all pointless drabbles…odd.
-Alina