This is mine very first fanfict ever. I hope you will all like it.
Sadly, I don't own Avatar: The last airbender or any characters in this story.
The small ocean waves hit the big Fire nation boat. A boy stood on the side of the boat, watching the water flow around it. He was an orphan. His parents died in front of his own eyes.
He still could see it all in front of his eyes. It was the worst thing he ever saw and ever see.
Fire was everywhere. On the roofs, inside the houses and on people. People were sat on fire. Screaming. Dying. Crying. People where running away from the small village that was hidden under the flames.
The boy turned his head to see his mother and a man with a sword, holding her by her hair. "No!" The brunette yelled, running after his mother. He must save her.
The boy ran up to his mother, tagging her my her hand. But his mother refused to go with him. Ran or just do anything. She just stood there with the men standing behind her and the sword to her neck.
Blood. The brunette's eyes widened when he saw the blood trail down his mother neck. No. Not his mother. Not the person he loved the most.
Tears escaped the boy's eyes and he backed away. The man threw away his mother's body. The body hit the ground. A small paddle of blood grew under his mother's body.
The boy choked back a sob. Then, a strong hand pulled him back. The boy turned his body around to see his father. Wounded, but still alive. "Ran! Get as far as you can from this place!" His father yelled. He pulled the boy into a hug. The boy sobbed and pulled away soon, more tears escaping the melted chocolate eyes.
His father gave him a small smile, before turning away and running away from him. The boy stood there, wiping away the tears and turning around. He ran quickly away from the village, leaving behind everything he knew.
The boy stared quietly at the water. He was traveling into the Fire nation capital. He was found far away from the burning village by him and few other men dressed in red. The man who took him here is going to take him to the Fire nation. Not adopt. The boy refused.
General. Iroh was his name. He never though in his whole life that he will be taken to the Fire nation by the General. In other words, the son of the Fire Lord. Everything he knew about him, he knew from school.
The teacher said two or three things about him. But not more or less. The boy raised his head, staring at the almost red sky.
"It's beautiful, isn't it child?"
A deep voice said behind him, walking to him slowly. The boy turned his head a little, but that was all. That man gave him a pair of pants and an old red shirt. He nodded his head a little, turning it back to the sunset.
"I suggest you don't really want to speak with me. But, knowing your name would be nice, child." The general said, standing next to him and putting a warm hand on his shoulder. The boy shook a little, but didn't pulled away. He looked at the old general who was looking at him with a smile.
"You don't have to tell me. I understand that it's very hard to deal with the pain of a lost family member. I've had lost my son few days ago." The general said. The boy shook his head. His family. They were dead. And this man, just wanted to fill up the emptiness in his heart.
"It's Jet. My name is Jet." The boy mumbled. The old General smiled and nodded his head. "What a wonderful name." Jet shook his head and stayed quite. The General frowned. "You must be cold. Go inside and have a cup of tea with the lieutenant. I think he will be glad to have company." Jet looked at the general.
Jet really didn't have anything against he cold weather. Maybe the fire benders did. "Come on." The general said, putting his warm hand behind the boy's back and leading him inside the boat.
The big metal door closed behind them, getting the hall what were walking thru a bit darker. The old general light a small flame in his hand, leading the boy thru the long hall, filled with doors by its side.
They walked thru the hall for few minutes, passing by so many doors and soldiers, that Jet would have to count them, he would still be here till his ninth birthday that were in December.
"Oh, and here we are." The general said, opening the door that lead to a big dark room that was light with candles.
"General?" A voice said, walking to him and bowing a little. "Is there anything you need from me?" The lieutenant asked, catching with the corner of his eye the young brunette who stood behind the old General.
"I need you to take care of Jet here. We will be home soon." The general said and smile, pushing Jet in front of him a little. "Lieutenant isn't a bad man. He will watch over you while I go watch out for the Fire nation land to show up."
Jet nodded with his head while the old general smiled and walked thru the door, not closing them.
"Come on kid. Have a sit there." The Lieutenant said, walking farther into a room and sitting on a box. There sat another three man, all looking at Jet. They started to whisper things to themself that formed into a sentence, 'Earth Kingdom peasant.'
Jet shock it off and walked to the soldiers, sitting on the cold metal floor since there was no more sitting place left. The soldiers stopped whispering and looked at Jet, giving him a couple of stares, making him feel uncomfortable.
"I think that you will feel pretty happy in the Fire nation palace. The royal family has two children. The prince is somewhat around your age. Or I think." The lieutenant said and rested his arms on his knees.
"How old are you, kid?" He asked, smiling a little. "I'm eight." Jet mumbled under his breath, crossing his legs and looked at the lieutenant who was somewhat in his 30's.
"The prince is seven. He is rather a lonely person. I think you two will be good friends." One soldier said, brushing his hair away from his face and walked to another soldier, who had called him and was sailing the boat.
"I don't want any new friends." Jet mumbled back, swirling a piece of grass between his teeth that he had found on his was away from the burning town. "I want my old friends back." Jet whispered and then get any reaction. All the soldiers continued to look at the one who was sailing the boat before he screamed, "we're here!"
Jet raised an eyebrow and looked to the soldier who was standing next to the one who was sailing the boat. The soldier picked him up on his back, pointing into the distance.
"The Fire nation."