Quenched Passion
Title: Quenched Passion
Rating: PG
Characters: Jeong Jeong, and Zhao
Warning: None
Word Count: 442
I frowned as I closed the door behind the father of a prospective student. I should have been overjoyed at gaining a new pupil, teaching was my joy, but some terrible events had unfolded in my life that changed everything. After a certain situation, one where I would normally have been happy I began to find myself depressed when dealing with teaching in any capacity.
It all started shortly after a graduation ceremony. One of my students, Zhao took the occasion to express his thoughts about my teaching. Most teachers would dread hearing such baseless feedback from any student. What he said set a fire inside me. With each passing day that fire slowly burnt my ambitions, passions and desires.
After that day, I distanced myself from my students more and more. I had been hoping that I could come to view them with a more critical eye from a distance. I did not want to repeat my mistake.
During every experience I had with Zhao when I was teaching him, he behaved like a flawless pupil. I used to hold him up to other students as an example. Even in hindsight, I am not sure I could have prevented how things turned out.
Not very long ago I heard that Zhao had been promoted to lieutenant. I had no doubt that his skill and ambition would surely get him promoted again. The way he demonstrated his destructive passion made him appear to be an unstoppable force to those above him. A fiery tool to be used for annihilating the enemy. He was following a path that was the opposite of what I taught him. But, because he was my pupil, people began to believe he was following my teachings.
That misunderstanding caused a rapid increase of high class citizens to approach me in hope that I would teach their son or daughter. I am told by most that they wanted their child to be as powerful and successful as Zhao, and every time those words are spoken the fire inside me intensifies.
I couldn’t stand the situation anymore, the frequent misunderstanding, the blind ambition for power. It was burning away at my soul and at the Fire Nation’s soul; I worried that if things continued soon there would be but ashes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It has been months since I fled the Fire Nation. I have met a few others whom done the same. We are staying together, supporting each other in silence. None of us ask others about their troubles or speak of our own. I’m sure their inner suffering found some relief like mine has.
Rating: PG
Characters: Jeong Jeong, and Zhao
Warning: None
Word Count: 442
I frowned as I closed the door behind the father of a prospective student. I should have been overjoyed at gaining a new pupil, teaching was my joy, but some terrible events had unfolded in my life that changed everything. After a certain situation, one where I would normally have been happy I began to find myself depressed when dealing with teaching in any capacity.
It all started shortly after a graduation ceremony. One of my students, Zhao took the occasion to express his thoughts about my teaching. Most teachers would dread hearing such baseless feedback from any student. What he said set a fire inside me. With each passing day that fire slowly burnt my ambitions, passions and desires.
After that day, I distanced myself from my students more and more. I had been hoping that I could come to view them with a more critical eye from a distance. I did not want to repeat my mistake.
During every experience I had with Zhao when I was teaching him, he behaved like a flawless pupil. I used to hold him up to other students as an example. Even in hindsight, I am not sure I could have prevented how things turned out.
Not very long ago I heard that Zhao had been promoted to lieutenant. I had no doubt that his skill and ambition would surely get him promoted again. The way he demonstrated his destructive passion made him appear to be an unstoppable force to those above him. A fiery tool to be used for annihilating the enemy. He was following a path that was the opposite of what I taught him. But, because he was my pupil, people began to believe he was following my teachings.
That misunderstanding caused a rapid increase of high class citizens to approach me in hope that I would teach their son or daughter. I am told by most that they wanted their child to be as powerful and successful as Zhao, and every time those words are spoken the fire inside me intensifies.
I couldn’t stand the situation anymore, the frequent misunderstanding, the blind ambition for power. It was burning away at my soul and at the Fire Nation’s soul; I worried that if things continued soon there would be but ashes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It has been months since I fled the Fire Nation. I have met a few others whom done the same. We are staying together, supporting each other in silence. None of us ask others about their troubles or speak of our own. I’m sure their inner suffering found some relief like mine has.