This is a rewrite of my other story beauty and the beast. The first try was good but I'm fallowing the beauty and the beast story line way too much and I'm losing the characters personalities. This one won't have the song in it either. I'm going to try and finish the other one for those of you who really like that one but give this one a look too.

Prolog

Once in the Fire Nation lived a young prince name Zuko. He was a miss lead prince but was pure of heart with good intentions. His father, on the other hand, was a brutal and cruel tyrant of a king. The prince only ever wanted what was best for his people. One day he went and sat in on a war council, he felt that if he was going to be a good leader he needed to understand every part of what it was to be the Fire Lord. The meeting went on and the prince stayed entranced to what the generals and admiral talked about battle strategies and the placement of troops. Then one old general suggested they move their troops to a location that was known to end with massive causalities to their forces.

This enraged the prince and he stood up and spoke out against the general. Silence fell like a heavy blanket on the room all eyes turned to the Fire Lord who sat on his thrown above the council. The fires that glowed around Fire Lord Ozai flared with anger at his son's disobedience. Another general spoke out in a voice no louder then a whisper that for an action such as this there was only one solution. An Agni Kai, a battle to the death between two fire benders. The prince looked at the old general and said he was not afraid. He would stand for what he had said no matter the coast.

The entire royal court filled the arena. The prince was kneeling at one end waiting to begin. He focused his breathing and remembered every lesson he had ever had. He knew that this would be a defining moment in his life. He stood and turned to face his opponent, he stood ready to strike when he saw his own father standing at the over end of the arena. His heart dropped to the floor, how could he fight and kill his own father. His realized at that moment that he may have spoken out against the general but because it was his fathers' council he had spoken out against his own father. There was no power on earth that could make him do this task. The Fire Lord stalked towards his son ready to fight. The prince fell to his knees before his father tears of regret streaming down his face. There was only one thing he could do and that was beg for his live and for forgiveness.

His father ordered him to stand and fight like a man. The prince shook his head no and pleaded out that he would never fight his father and that he had meant no dishonor. The Fire Lord toward over him, his son turned his face up to him, he could see the pleas for mercy in his sons eyes. But, all this made him feel was disgust. He looked down at his son as if he was the lowest creature ever created. In his mind this was not a crowned prince this was a weakling who needed to be punished. His voice boomed out as he said for his weakness he would be punished. He let lose a jet of fire burring his sons left eye, marking him forever as a coward. The arena echoed with the sounds of fire roaring and the scream of pain from the prince.

As the prince crumbled to the floor as the Fire Lord turned and addressed the court that was forced to watched on in shock. He told them his son was to be banished to the outer most island of the Fire Nation never to be seen or heard from again. With that he turned and walked away leaving his son withering on the floor clutching his marred face.

The next afternoon the prince was sent to the island. The massive steal ship that would carry him was grand but was as much a prison the prince as any cell. The only person that came with him and was to stay with him on the island was his Uncle. A man so unlike his brother, kind, gentle, and soft-spoken. He promised to take care of the prince and look after him. He knew that this meant he to would never again see his home but the prince had become his son after the lose of his own only child. The dragon of the west would stand by the prince's side no matter what happened.

But, not all hope was lost for the young prince. For the spirit of the moon had seen the injustice done to him and vowed to help him. She waited till her sphere was high in the sky before descending to him. That night while he slept in his cabin the spirit appeared to him. She wore flowing robes of white and silver; her face was beautiful, kind, and loving. Her white hair flowed around lifted by a breeze to felt by any other. She touched the princes forehead and whispered,

"Injustice has been done to you but I give you this hope." She waved her hand and a soft flower appeared the Pandalily. "This flower will bloom for you for many years and if you find someone who can love you for who you truly are then the cruse upon you will lift. Do not despair one day she will come, never lose hope." She softly kissed his cheek before fading from view, all that remained of her was the soft white flower that lay next to the sleeping prince. His last hope for freedom.