Author's Note: This is my first "true" story, so it will probably be, um… How should I put this delicately… not good?
A huge chamber filled with fire nation insignias crowded the grim fire navy boat. Six old firebenders, all with an anxious look on their faces, cautiously watched the huge metal entryway into the chamber, occasionally sipping from their tea. The light glow of the torches shined on their faces as they glanced between each other. Everyone in the room froze as they heard the clanking of metal legs on the floor of the vessel. A tall man with a menacing mask slowly stalked into the room, two firebending soldiers closely guarding his back. There was a piercing moment of dead silence. "I suppose nothing has gone well," the man said in a gravelly voice. One of the firebenders gulped and nervously replied,"N….no sir, the attempts have all failed to pursue the targets". The tall man sighed, "It will all work out eventually, I'm sure of it… Our true lord will take the throne again."