A/N - here it is! Read any enjoy! Oh, and as we get farther into the story the chapters will get longer. They're a little short right now.
Prince Zuko was in quite a predicament. Both him and his Uncle Iroh, supposedly refugees in the Earth Kingdom, had been captured by the Fire Nation, along with many other refugees to be taken to the Fire Nation for questioning. Luckily for them some how the idiot Fire Nation soldier's that had found them had been to stupid to realize who they really were.
Zuko paced up and down the long room that him and his uncle, along with several other refugees had been put in. "Zuko, calm yourself. I'm sure we will be fine," Said Iroh who was sitting cross-legged, his back leaning against the wall. (A/N – By the way, this is set before Zuko splits up with his uncle.)
"Fine? You think every thing will be fine?" Spat Zuko stopping his pacing and staring at his uncle. "Once we get to the Fire Nation someone is sure to relies who we really are, and then…" Zuko didn't want to finish. "I know Zuko but there is nothing we can do about it right now,"
Zuko stared off into space. "We have to figure out a way to escape," he muttered before folding his arms and dropping down next to his Uncle. They had been on this ship for a whole week already and he could not figure out a way to get off. He was starting to think he and his uncle where just going to have to wing it.
Iroh looked at his nephew. "Zuko I'm sure we'll figure out a way to get out of this. For now just relax, have some soup." Said Iroh handing over a bowl to Zuko. Zuko just stared at it. "It is not so bad…" Zuko hesitantly took a sip, and a look of disgust came over his face but he swallowed it anyways.
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Another week passed and they were now only hours away from the island. "Uncle, we still have no idea how we're getting away from this!" cried Zuko, impatiently. Zuko looked out the window. It was late in the afternoon, almost night, and it was also raining which would mace any means of escape ten times harder.
Zuko made a low grumble to himself before slumping back over in the chair he was sitting in.
Iroh stared at him for a moment. "Well, I myself have been thinking and I think I have a plan." He said leaning in closer to Zuko so no one could hear.
Zuko just stared up at him a look of bewilderment on his face which quickly turned to annoyance, "And you're only telling me this now?" he cried standing up and nearly knocking over the chair he was in.
Iroh held up his hands defensively. "Calm yourself, now this is what we'll do…"
Two hours later Zuko stood against the wall next to his uncle, the plan only moments away from being put into action. He looked down at his uncle and gave him a quick nod as two soldiers came walking into the room. Iroh gave a loud groan and rapped his arms around his sides.
"Uncle, what is wrong?" Zuko said, loud enough for the soldiers to hear. They stopped and came over. "What's wrong old man?" One said glaring down at him and Zuko. "Ohhhhh, my stomach…" Iroh moaned.
"You must time him to the healers!" Zuko pleaded, something he would never do unless in a truly desperate situation.
The soldiers grunted and lifted Iroh up off the ground, both holding either of his arms. "I must come with him," said Zuko quickly following behind them. One of the soldiers grunted. Zuko considered this a sign that it was okay, and continued to follow them into the infirmary.
The soldiers lade him down on one of the mats in the small room that was the infirmary and talked to the healer's for a moment before leaving. As soon as they were gone Zuko looked at his Uncle who nodded quickly.
Zuko turned to one of the healers and with a swift move grabbed a flask on one of the table's and smashed it over his head, the healer fell to the ground unconscious.
Iroh jumped off the mat and ran out the door immediately followed by Zuko.
Along the way Zuko and Iroh met at least ten other guards as they ran through the ship but somehow, managed to slip past them all, Zuko doing most of the fighting, but never once using his firebending not wanting to reveal himself for who he really was.
Finally they ran out onto the deck of the ship were there was far more then one or two soldiers standing, but more like twenty or thirty. Sadly the two found that their plan had gone by a little faster then expected. They weren't yet at port, they were at least half a mile away.
"Uncle we cant just run around until we make port!" Zuko said hastily, now that the soldiers had started noticing them standing there. "We'll have to jump," said Iroh staring out at the crashing waves. "What?" Zuko stared at his uncle bewildered. "Its our only choice, otherwise we'll be handed over to the Fire Nation," His Uncle said.
"Hey!" Yelled a soldier, pointing a figure at Zuko and his Uncle. "They've escaped!" he yelled.
"Sounds good to me!" said Zuko. He and his uncle dodged bolls of fire that were sent flying at them. "All right on the count of three." Said Iroh. "Three!" Zuko screamed ducking a soldiers arms and diving into the water. Iroh jumped in after him.
They had been wet before standing out on deck in the cold rain, now they were completely soaked to the bone, and in the water the waves were a lot stronger then they seemed from the deck. Zuko looked around for his uncle. "UN-" he didn't manage to finish it as a wave swept over his head. He looked around under the water and saw his uncle slowly sinking. He swam over to him and grabbed his arm, before kicked his legs as hard as he could and braking through the surface of the water gasping for breath.
After what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes Zuko pulled him and his uncle to the shore, close by a forest. Iroh began to cough and splutter. "Zuko we need to get away from the shore" said Iroh once his fit had subside, though his face was a little green from the salt water he had accidentally swallowed.
He pushed himself up to his feet and they slowly began making there way into the forest, their dripping wet cloths weighing them down.
They trudged through the forest for maybe 15 minutes before Zuko couldn't take it any more. "Uncle! We're lost!" Iroh shook his head. "Zuko do not loose hope so quickly," He said, Zuko groaned and followed behind him again.
Iroh stopped suddenly only a few moments later, and Zuko who hadn't been paying the slightest attention to his uncle bumped into him. "Uncle, why have we stopped?" Zuko protested. Iroh held up a hand as a sign to be quite.
Zuko followed his Uncle's gaze and saw that he was looking at girl who was apparently unconscious, laying on the ground.
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A/N- Sooo, I got Zuko and Iroh into the story finally. Guess who the girl is! Okay its kind of obvious isn't it? Well that doesn't really matter its kind of supposed to be, and again if there are any spelling errors or anything, then please tell me!