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Iroh
"Zuko!" I call "Zuko!". I sigh letting the feeling of guilt rush through me like a river. Maybe I should have said something or acted quicker. I stare at the pitch black forest, its darkness telling me not to go in. I turn my head and close my eyes. This is normal for my nephew. He acts like the whole world is on his shoulders. He does not understand that not everyone is like his father. Times like these are good for him. Being left alone can really clear his mind. I bet Sokka wasn't even mad. Heh, I think he even found it funny. I turn, pulling my way up onto the ostrich horse that would take me home. A little wiggle of the reins told the ostrich horse to go. See you tomorrow Zuko.
Zuko
My eyes flutter open to looming blackness, I lay on the floor for a second feeling the cold material under my hands. Suddenly I remember what happened, black figures pulling me… getting pushed into the fire. My eyes bulge. I pull myself into a sitting position staring all around me. I am in a medal box, the front of it covered with neatly lined bars. No. No. NOO,I am NOT in a prison. Please tell me I am not in a prison, I swerve to my right tracing the cold medal wall, fireproof. Then the noise rings, flowing up my brain like a cold rush of water. I know that sound… No it can't be,
"Father?" I turn, staring at him.
He cackled "You're in the right place," he smiled, "You were always weak, not able to defend yourself. And now that you are de-throned, I will take my rightful place as Fire Lord."
"YOU WILL NEVER BE FIRE LORD!" I yell and I stand up but my back hurts too much. I fall back down.
"Is that so?" He smirks then walks away.
I breathe in and out, in and out. I need to find a way out of this place. Otherwise, father will take the throne and that could mean war again