I know, not my best work, but it will be improved later. LATER! So please be patient with this chapter and read the other ones.

Prologue

Fifty years into the War, Firenation is advancing quickly upon the other nations, coming very close to victory.

Deep in the rugged wilderness of the Firenation, a mysterious prisoner is jailed inside a cave with thick metal doors. There has been no trouble with him for 50 years, but today that is all about to change. Yin and Lee, powerful young firebenders, have just been assigned guards for the prisoner. As they stand in front of the huge, thick metal doors that lead into the cave, they complain openly about their new jobs. "This is so stupid! Like nothing ever happens here. They gave us the most boring job ever!" Lee whined.
"Ya, this job is stupid," agreed Yin, "He has been in there for like a bazillion years. How do we even know he's alive?" Yin sighed and the leaned against doors. Little did they know that even as they spoke, a small hole was being made through the metal. Little did they know that they were being watched by one of the most powerful firebenders that ever lived.

Chapter One

So if you think you have ever been really, really, really bored, than think again, and again, you'll probably need a few more rethinkings before you get it right. I have been stuck inside this tiny cave for 50 years. Talk about booooooorrrrriiiinnnnggggg. I guess you might think that I am an old and crickety and crotchety, but you should probably guess again. Hey! Why aren't you guessing? Any way, if you where smart and not completely blind, you would probably guess that I was about 19, which I pretty much have been since I met this crazy spirit of prophecy who told me to go save the world and what not.

I grew up in the capital city of the Firenation. My dad is, or by now was, an advisor to Fire Lord Sozin. His son Azulon and I were best friends. I never was the fastest kid, or the strongest, which is why Azulon hung out with me so much. He would always win, and I would lose. That is how he liked it. Then, we started our firebending training. From the start I was way better than Azulon. I practically had it mastered by age 15; you can only imagine how happy he was. Around that time I decided to leave home and travel the world while working on my new project; lightning. It was dangerous, crazy, wild, and made things go sparky sparky BOOM! Which is pretty much why I wanted it. I made some fairly good progress, even though I thought my hair would never return to normal (ya, that wasn't my best day).

By the time I was 18 the war was in full swing and I returned home to the Firenation. I thought that I would be welcomed back with cheers and open arms, but instead I was welcomed with boos, hisses, and open hand cuffs. Later my "friend" Azulon came and explained that there had been a prophecy made. The prophecy said that I would try and over throw the Firenation or something like that that seemed bizarre at the time. I tried telling Azulon that I would never do that, but he just wouldn't listen. I mean dude get the fluff out of your ears and listen! After days of trying to get him to listen to reason, I told him that I would be his teacher and that I would help him learn more firebending. I thought this would work because he had always been a little jealous of me and maybe this would level the playing field again, but sadly I over looked one thing that day. Azulon's father Sozin was there that day. Maybe Azulon would have said yes, maybe he would've said no, but his father was a like "OMG u r sooooo disrespectful, he doesn't need ur helllllppppppp!" So being the reasonable guy that he is he challenged me to an Ag Ni Kai. Well, I won and I wasn't about to hit him in the eye with a fire ball (ya, that would look good when applying for a job, "yes sir I blasted the fire lords face off, so can I work in the candy store now?") So instead he made the first move and launched an all out attack on me. I really didn't want to hurt all of them either; on my travels I spent a lot of time in some of the air temples where they are pretty much pacifists, so instead I fled.

I ran for a year. Then on the night of my 19th birthday, while I was hiding out along the edges of the Firenation, I was captured. I was meditating under a willow when I was sucked into the spirit world. There I met the spirit of prophecy, or at least that's what I thought it was. I mean I guess it could've been the spirit of mystical smoke stuff, dramatic music, or maybe of the spirit of getting people in jail for its own spiraty purposes. I don't know. He told me to go save the world, but that it wasn't time yet. So POOOOOF, he gave me temporary immortality that would last as long as necessary and then I would age normally again. Sounds fun right? WRONG. Going where I was headed, I wish that it was the spirit of inter-dimensions transport that whisks you away to island paradise.

So I guess I was in the spirit world longer than I thought. Saying that a minute in the spirit world was more like an hour in the human world might have been helpful. It sure wasn't in the Welcome to the Spirit World brochure. By the time I finally woke, or whatever you call coming back from the spirit world, I was surrounded, (no, not by fluffy little chipmunk-rabbits or oodles of taffy, but by the friendly neighborhood firebending masters) Then I was taken secret jail deep in the wilderness and thrown into this cave. Then the doors sealed, and…. the boredom began. I slept and ate, read the news, made shadow puppets, tried asking for cars for solitaire. I got them, and then I realized that I freaking hated solitary. All this got me through about the first day. Yup, the next fifty years were a blast!

6 months ago I felt a stirring inside myself. Somehow I knew that it was almost time for the prophecy to be fulfilled. I was a little out of shape by then (in my defense the food served wasn't the protein shakes or fresh vegetables, and the gym was horrible. I mean rock lifting and rock climbing, fine for a week, after w while, not so great). When I tried firebending again I noticed something different, my fire was white. I blasted some at the rocks, the rocks melted. This gave me an idea…. (ooooohhhh so mysterious! The old dot, dot, dot treatment)

I've trained and practiced for the last six months. I am finally ready to GET THE HECK OUT OF HERE! (Did I mention that I have become claustrophobic?) Oh and I got over that pacifist thing a while ago. This was going to be awesome.