Disclaimer: No matter what my sister says, I do not own Uncle Iroh! OO Oh what? THIS IS AN AVATAR FIC! Uh... Right, I don't own that either.
I DON'T!
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The fire in my soul burns as the candles before me do. I am the Cold Flame. I am ruthless both on the battlefield and off. The helmets of my enemies decorate my walls. I have killed many men. The fire I possess calls for the blood of my enemies and my father calls for its service, his fire of conquest burns strong. Only by assisting him, are both flames satisfied.
Every night, I lock myself in my chambers and light the candles. Then, I begin to dance.
It is always a simple dance but it serves its purpose. With the movement of my hands, the flickers of fire that surround me burst into brilliant licks of fire.
They twirl when I twirl, they spin when I flip. The fire bends to my will, as it never has for anyone else. It loves me, I keep it burning, I let it thrive in the environment it desires.
A world of blood and chaos.
Yes, this is the true nature of the fire.
We were born to rule this world, and so we shall. My father will not be undone by a mere child! Even though that child is very powerful, he will not be ready in time. My father will reign over this pitiful planet. And I will stand by his side. I refuse to be banished. I refuse to be forgotten as my brother was forgotten.
Even if it was my fault… I didn't mean for it to happen like that.