Ok, here's my second book! I'll use more different words in this book, so it won't look too certified. Oh, and it won't be as depressing as my first one.

So, in this chapter (the first one) the soldiers return with the best gift they could ever think of for Zuko, who is confused because of a fight with his uncle.

Chapter 1

The prisoners

At the arrival of a brandnew day, the sun greeted every living creature in the world.

One of those living creatures, called Iroh, was sitting on the deck of the ship, drinking a cup of tea. He enjoyed the seawind and took a deep breath, while he swallowed his tea.

Zuko came out, and Iroh sighed. He didn't feel like talking to an overworked teenager.

The teenager coughed and stared with dislike in his eyes at the tea.

'How can you possibly drink that crap?'

Iroh shook his head and pointed to the cup.

'THIS, my relaxed nephew, is pure quality.'

Zuko sensed sarcasm when his uncle said "relaxed nephew" and he hissed.

'That THING you're drinking, is just as crappy as the things people leave in the toilet!'

Iroh gasped by his offending words, and smacked him on his cheek.

'Mind your language! I thought my brother raised you better than that!'

Zuko roled his eyes.

'Like he would even know how to raise a kid…'

Iroh gasped again, and smacked him again.

'He's still your father, no matter what he did to you!'

Zuko felt his cheek turning red by the smacks, and rubbed over it.

'I know! Why the hell do you think I want that Avatar so bad? Just to make sure I won't get bored? I want him because of my place in my own family! And STOP smacking me!'

Zuko panted and glared at his uncle, who was still as calm as the ocean at the moment. The man sighed and pulled a cookie out of his sleeve.

'Calm down, Zuko. Here, have a cookie!'

Zuko stared at the cookie. After a few seconds, he shouted in anger and kicked the cookie in the ocean. He glared at his uncle again, his eyes burning with anger.

'You think I'm still a fiveyear old! But you know, I'm seventeen! I'm no longer a kid, actually I'm a grown up! I'm old enough to live on my own, to get a job, and to get married!'

Iroh had a grimace on his face.

'But to marry, you'll be needing a girlfriend, wich you haven't…'

His uncle just crossed the limit. Zuko didn't shout anymore, he remained silence and walked to his room. THIS was over the top for him.

Iroh sighed. It felt bad, but sometimes his nephew just had to learn a lesson. And using the fact that he's single always worked...

He wanted to enjoy his tea again, but after the comparison Zuko made of tea and the smelly things people left in the bathroom, he just dumped it in the sea.

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Zuko was sitting on his room, mumbling to himself.

'Humpf! Like my uncle had a girlfriend when he was seventeen…'

He thought about it, and remembered the story his uncle told him of his marriage. He was sixteen when he married the woman of his life, and Zuko was seventeen, while he even never kissed a girl before in his entire life.

He sighed and stared at the floor, wich was dusty and dirty.

'Maybe he just married way too soon!' he tried to encourage himself. But when he thought further on it, he fell back in his bed.

'Or maybe I'm just too late…'

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Aang, Sokka and Katara were captured by some soldiers. They didn't knew where they were going, and Sokka kept asking the same questions to the soldiers.

'Where are we going?'

No answer.

'What are you guys going to do with us?'

No answer.

'Will we get some food once we're there?'

Katara gasped and smacked her brother.

'Sokka! Can't you see we're in trouble? Aang is unconscious, there's no water here, and you are tighted up to a smelly ostrichhorse!'

Sokka shrugged and kept asking questions. Katara sighed and stared at the sunset.

'Where are we going?' she wisphered.

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Zuko was still on his room, laying in his bed. His uncle came in, and saw him.

'Zuko…' he said. Zuko sighed and looked at his uncle.

'I'm sorry, uncle… You're right: I'm worthless…'

Iroh shook his head.

'But Zuko…'

Zuko wiped whatever his uncle wanted to say away and went on.

'I'm supposed to have a own home, with a beautiful wife, making plans on having children. But instead of that, I'm stuck on this ship, dreaming about a place in my family. I promise that once I have the Avatar, I'll pick my life up again. Making friends, getting a girlfriend, living on my own, making plans on children… I swear it!'

He rose two fingers and spit between them, it made Iroh smile.

'Oh, that's perfect! You can start with that right away! 'Cause you know, your soldiers have him…'

Zuko's heart missed a beat.

'You mean… They have the Avatar?'

Iroh nodded and layed a hand on Zuko's shoulder.

'Yes, Zuko, they have him! We can set sail to the firenation right away!'

Zuko jumped out of his bed and ran to the deck, faster then he ever ran before.

The soldiers were standing on the deck, holding the Avatar and his friends.

(Damn my first reviewer was right, this chapter was full of mistakes! I tried to fix most of it, ofcourse I know there propably are some mistakes left, but most of them are gone now. Oh, and a special thanks to ZutaraHope, she (Or he sorry if I'm mistaking on your gender) gave me hope again to work further on this story. Thanks! Oh, and REVIEW:D)