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Finally.

Jet was finally standing on the ground. It had only one problem. This wasn't his homeland. This was the Fire nation capital. The city the teacher said they should fear the most. Jet expected something else. Criminals. Dead bodies and very poor people begging for food from the Fire nation soldiers who would just beat them up.

But all Jet could see were happy people. They were living and not taking in that they live in the worst city in this goddamn world. Music played, children laughed and old people were sitting in tea shops and played Pai sho.

It was...Peaceful here.

"Welcome home, prince Iroh."

Jet looked in front of himself to see servants and soldiers bowing to them. Few yells of happiness could be heard from around them. "I suggest we move to the palace." One of them said and stood up, while the rest remained on their knees in front of them. "Prince Ozai is waiting for you. He would like to met his adopted nephew."

The servant said and bowed his head. Jet had an urge to scream that he wasn't adopted, but he remained quite, choosing that it was the best option. All servants stood up, smiling and walked to the carriage that stood there, two ostrich horses were attached to it.

One of the servants opened the door from the carriage, smiling and bowing his head, his left hand behind his back. Jet gave the servant a look and sat into the carriage. On the other side opened the doors too and the general sat inside, smiled and closed the door.

"Ah, I'm very happy to be back in the Fire nation. There is so much that I've had missed." Iroh said and smiled. He then took Jet's presence in and put a old shaky hand on his shoulder.

"Is everything alright, child?" He asked and then carriage started moving. Jet sighed and looked out of a big hole that was in the door. The ship had sailed into a small port that was nearer to the capital instead to the large one that was ment for bigger ships.

And of course nothing was alright with him!

His parents were dead and not he is supposed to be stuck in the Fire nation capital and was expected to live in a same place were the Fire Lord lives. "Everything is fine. I just don't feel like talking." Jet mumbled, leaning on the frame and sighing.

"I just miss my homeland." Iroh shook his head sadly and smiled at Jet, his strong hand now in Jet's hair, brushing them a little. "I know you do, but trust me, you will love it here. I think you and Zuko will be good friends."

Iroh said and Jet raised an eyebrow at the name. "Who is Zuko? Is that the prince?" Jet asked and Iroh nodded with his head. "Yes, that is my nephew." Iroh said and Jet smiled a little. Only a little.

Jet sighed and closed his eyes and listened to the people laughing and welcoming them with yells of happiness. Jet gasped when a large bouquet hit his face, making him open his eyes in shock.

He rubbed his nose, the place where the bouquet hit him a little red. "Oh, I think that will be for me. Excuse me." Iroh said and took the bouquet, throwing it into the crowd. Jet blinked at him.

"Why did you throw it out of the window?" Jet asked and Iroh smiled. "I think some other people younger age will gladly accept this small gift." He said and relaxed, smiling.

Jet sighed and rubbed his eyes, yawning. He really didn't sleep much the last two weeks since his parents died. If he tried, he would have the same nightmare as always. His mother dying in front of his eyes and his village burning down with hundreds of people in it.

"If you are tired, you can just take a small nap. Nobody will mind." Iroh said and Jet just shook his head, sighing. "It's okay. I'm not tired." He lied, taking a deep breath and looking out of the window. His eyes caught a large building.

"What is that building?" Jet asked, seeing a large gate that was protecting the building. "That is the palace. Your future home." Jet's eyes widened. He never expected to live in such a large place. And this was a palace for spirit's sake! He grew up in a house made of bricks and mud!

"The rooms must be giant!" Jet awed, smirking. He chewed a little on the twig in his mouth, smiling.

There was silence for a while.

"Is it true that the Fire Lord is a bad person? Our teacher and my parents say he is a very bad person." Jet asked and looked at Iroh who just stared. "I can't answer you this. You will just have to find out yourself."

Jet sighed and nodded with his head.

"Okay then."


"Ah, some fresh air!"

Jet said to himself as he stepped into the garden. Iroh gave him a tour thru the large palace and some Fire nation clothes that had a belt to it and a Fire nation symbol in the middle of it that was covered in gold.

The palace was a lot bigger from nearer distance. Like a mountain! It had very big room. Some made for meditation and some for sleeping and servant. Some of them were libraries.

Iroh told him to go into a garden and stay there till he comes back for him. That he has to talk to the Fire Lord. That is was about him.

Jet smiled and looked around. The garden was large! It had few trees in it and bushes full of roses. A small lake was in the middle of the garden and a tree next to it. Jet then spotted a figure sitting next to it, feeding what looked like turtle ducks.

Jet smirked and got an idea. He quietly walked to the tree and climbed on it. From the branch he stood on, he could easily see that the figure was a male around his age. Could that be the prince? Jet smirked and swing his body down, hooking his legs on the branch, keeping himself from falling.

"What are you doing?"

Jet asked and made the smaller boy jump. "Azu- Wait, you aren't Azula!" The boy yelled and Jet raised an eyebrow, jumping down. "Of course not! Do I look like a girl to you?"

Jet said stubbornly, wrapping his arms around his chest and gave a stubborn face. The boy stared at him for a while before he asked, "why are you here? You aren't from the Fire nation royal family. I should probably call the guards." He said and turned on his heel, reading to run for the nearest guard he could find.

"WAIT! General Iroh took me here!" Jet yelled, grabbing the boy's wrist, making him turn around. The boy stared at him with confusion. "You're my new cousin that uncle wrote about in that letter, aren't you?" Jet nodded with his head. A smirk was on his face the whole time.

"Yup! That is me!" Jet laughed and held out a hand. "Name's Jet. And what's your name?" Jet asked and the boy smiled and shook Jet's hand.

"Zuko. My name is Zuko."


Chapter 2! Great! Chapter 3 should be soon.