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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