I'll bet you were wondering when the banished prince was coming in! Well...here's a whole chapter full o' Zuko! Enjoy!


. : I Chapter Three I : .

This was much more than he'd bargained for. Going from living life at large, the prince of the Fire Nation to poor peasant living in the sanctuary of the dark woods; his old uncle was his only companion. He mused over these thoughts as he sat perched atop the lowest branch of a nearby tree. How could he have stooped so low?

I mean...does the entire world want me to be unhappy? Do the fates have some kind of plan to make me miserable? Am I just meant to suffer...? The prince's silent, yet aggravating questions tore at his mind. So much so that he kicked his foot forward, sending a fiery blast to the trunk across from him. The flame licked a tree branch, causing it to come crashing down next to his sleeping uncles form. He jerked awake, looked at the smoldering branch and up at the tree it had come from, eyeing his nephew's rigid form.

Iroh cleared his throat and cheerily smiled, "A good morning to you too." Zuko said nothing and tossed him down a small sack weighed down with who knows what. Iroh reached a hand inside and pulled out a large, uncooked turkey duck along with a few large rolls of bread. Iroh looked discerningly at the food in his hands and asked, "And where did you get this food?"

"Does it really matter?" Zuko asked back rudely, crossing his arms. Iroh drew a deep breath in and placed the food back inside the bag, managing to mumble, "I think I will go back to sleep. I suggest you do the same."

Zuko raised an eyebrow down at his uncle as he situated himself back on the fallen log he'd been using as a bed. He'd hoped that at least his uncle would find value in his meager findings, since he'd been out all night trying to find some good food for the two to eat. Luckily a large food boat had accidentally landed on the beach just as he began to give up hope for getting food for them. He figured the man wouldn't realize the goods were missing until morning when he was unloading at his correct stop. Zuko sighed, jumped off of the tree branch and walked over to the bag, pulling out a blood red blanket. Walking over to his uncle with as much poise as he could muster, he draped the blanket over his uncles shoulders, his eyebrows knit. He silently wondered how much faith in him his uncle had left.


Aw...our poor banished prince is so misunderstood! Thanks for all the replies! They were super sweet!