This is a two part series of poems based on the question of Ozai and Iroh's relationship as children. One theory from the brilliant Firebend is that they hated each other from birth. They were constant rivels and never knew a time of trust and happiness. In Firebend's honor, here is Iroh describing the relationship in his own words. Read and review! This is also going out to Witty and to everyone else who reviewed my other stories. I really would love to respond to you at length each here, but I just keep saying the same thing, thank you.

So, Angelic Nitemare (the great Zuko writer and all around cool person)

Eartheart (nice person who emailed me),

Everto the speechless but wonderful,

Thekritic (mydear editor),

the good Grasshopper who gave me the chance to interpret a scene,

Zukosflame whose wonderful and appreciated compliments go straight to my head,

Cala, who gave up the hatred of rhymes for me and whose amazing review brightened a bad day.

So happy you liked them all and found them in character. I hope you read the Sokka poem. Messiah, I will keep writing poetry and your review was so kind, I lift my hat to you for taking the time to do so. Iroh's poem is one of my favorites and was so much fun to write. And last but definitely not least, Sapphire, your review is one that I look at when I had a bad day and don't feel like writing. Hope you get your Avatar back! To all of you, I hope you enjoy this poem and thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Toys

Do you remember the wooden doll?

Mother had given to me one day

The moment you saw it, you screamed

"It's mine, I'm older, let me play"

I knew you had better toys

But you'd always take a shine

To something you couldn't have

Something that was mine

You were the prince, the heir

I know they'd let you win

The nurse made me give it

And you took it with a grin

Then a flick of your wrist

As the doll was set aflame

You wanted to make sure

I'd never enjoy my toy again

I watched the painted face melt

And sadly turned my head

If I showed weakness

I'd be blamed instead

Father made us compete

For his love we would vie

You hated me because I gave up

Unlike you, I'd never try

So anything that I loved

You just have to destroy

Now the game is Fatherhood

And Zuko is your toy

Each day you break his heart

And you know it hurts my soul

To watch him yearn for your love

As pain consumes him whole

He's just another object I want

So you'll destroy him like the rest

I watched as you scare him

And flung him from the nest

But this toy won't just break

I'll keep him right on track

A bully like you should beware

This toy will soon fight back!