Travels of an Old man II
Iroh leaned over the side of the boat, staring at the rippling waves as they smacked against the ship's hull.
Two weeks prior, he finally reached the Fire Nation docks. He had spent several days at sea by now. The trip came with meals and a bed, restoring Iroh to the energetic person he once was. But, with his instincts satisfied, his guilt scream at him louder than ever. He could see his reflection in the water and only noticed the parts of his face that Lu Ten had inherited. His beard, his cheekbones, his lips mirrored back at him on the rippling water, as if the ocean was blaming him as well.
No one had noticed that the former prince had gotten aboard the vessel. Iroh's clothes had become so dark and dirty that he was perfectly disguised as an Earth Kingdom colonist. Hidden among the other lower class citizens of Ozai's kingdom, Iroh was a stranger. A ghost. A lost face with no titles or reputation. He felt free, the same kind of freedom that one feels when they have nothing left to loose…which was why Iroh was embarking on such a long journey.
He had nothing. No kingdom, no family, no friends. Like the bird that had flown far in the wrong direction, Iroh was lost.
Short one, I know. But I'm going to double-post soon. 2 stories today because I'm going away on vacation tomorrow and I don't know when I'll be back. See ya in California!
