[A/N] Hi! I felt inspired to do this short little poem about how Zuko got "the mark of the banished prince" while watching the episode The Storm again. :) I hope you guys can really feel the pain and the emotion Zuko went through because I really tried my best. Enjoy!
Father
Silence and stares.
The flames grow hotter.
Father is furious. Beyond furious.
There is to be an Agni Ki.
I am not afraid.
Crouch down. The crowd roars.
Stand up.
Turn.
It is Father.
No. No. I will not fight.
He is my father.
Fall down on my knees.
Beg for mercy.
He is unforgiving.
"You will learn respect. And suffering will be your teacher."
Flames.
Pain. Horrible pain.
My eye, my face.
Screams.
Was that me?
Or someone else?
Darkness.
Light. In one eye.
Reach up. Touch my bandages.
Pain.
"Prince Zuko?"
I open my eye.
It is Uncle.
No, not Uncle any longer.
Father.