POV: Iroh


My Own

Ever since my Lu Ten died,

I see Prince Zuko as my own.

I've stayed by him since he was young,

And I have seen how much he's grown.

Yet it still haunts me when I see

The shriveled skin: his battle scar.

His own father did this to him,

And that's what haunts me even more.

After that fateful Agni Kai,

I stood by Ozai and inquired

How any loving father could

Burn his own son with streams of fire.

"Why, brother?" I asked him then.

"Do you simply not love your son?"

He looked into my eyes and smiled:

"He's banished 'til the battle's won."

And ever since that awful day,

I see my brother with disdain.

I cannot possibly respect

Someone who'd cause their child pain.

So now Zuko and I traverse

Through crude and hostile territory.

Sailing when the sea is fit,

But that, friends, is another story.


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