"Remember what you have seen today. I shall allow no more cowards like this to call themselves Fire Nation." Ozai's voice rang throughout the stadium. It topped the gasps and voices from the audience. "You may leave now."
The Agni Kai spectators shuffled out, following their Fire Lord. Only Zuko stayed, crumpled on the ground. He recieved several pitiful glances, but no one dared to help him in from of his father. The injured 14 year old clutched his burn, and gasped in pain. His sobs echoed from the empty stage.
Iroh was disguisted by his brother's actions to his own son. He too left the stadium, but soon rushed back to his nephew with some wet cloths. Iroh was shocked to see the poor boy's face. Ozai had scarred him over the left eye and ear. Zuko could barley open his eye, would he be able to see out of it again?
He turned his face away and move a little from Iroh, not wanting him to see his scar. His uncle moved with him, and put the cold rag on the scar. He held it there, and then helped Zuko to his room.
The scarred prince lyed awake in his bed. There was knocking on his door, and he didnt answer. He pulled up the quilt when he saw Iroh come in.
"Go away." his voice was muffled.
"Good morning to you too!" Iroh joked. He pulled the blanket down and looked at the burn. It wasnt as inflamed as before, but still had to heal.
"I brought Jasmine tea!" Iroh was always positive, even in the worst of times. He sat on Zuko's bed and poured it into two cups. Zuko wasnt as big a fan of tea as Iroh, but he numbly drank it.
"Maybe you should come out today...we can go for a wall around the grounds!" Iroh said. Zuko looked away.
What would Azula say when she saw him? And Mai and Ty Lee? He'd have to leave his room sometime...just...not today...