Author's Disclaimer: Avater the last airbender belongs to Nick. Enough said.
The Fire Prince's Journal
By
Ragemoon
Year of the Fire Serpent, Month of the Pig
Entry 2
My Uncle asked me to think over my life and comment on it in here. My life? Full of its pain and heart ache. I've realized that I am changing and it is good but those changes were in a long time coming. I look over my childhood and find of all the people from the past I miss I miss my Mother and my cousin Lu Ten. I don't know what happened that fateful night my Mother disappeared. Alls I know is that without her I lost something I dearly needed. She taught me so much. She loved me. She did not have this strings attached to her love like father.
My Father, there is a sore spot in my heart and soul because of this man. Alls I've ever wanted was his love and affection. That is all. Nothing I ever did was good enough. Nothing, I was the undesired one. I was the one that had to struggle. I always had to fight to get my due from anyone but my Mother, Uncle and cousin. They just loved me with no regard fro what I could bring them.
Father will never forgive my speaking out. Much less the fact that Mother bore me before she bore my more desirable sister. My very strong and evil like my Father sister. She has something wrong with her. I'm not sure what it is but there is something unhinged about her. Something deep-set and wrong. She has always been cruel and selfish. Never understood her.
Then Father sends me on the wild goose-dog chase. He choose to send me after the Avatar. To supposedly regain my lost honor. He gave me hope and faith that he would forgive me. I look back at it and realized he knew I would fail. The Avatar at that time had not been sighted in one hundred years. I thought in my hope that I would be the one to find the lost. That I could get my Father to love me when I came back with the victory of the Avatar in my hands.
I realize now that I am a fool. I realize now that my uncle is right. My honor is my own. That Zhao was right if my Father had truly loved me, truly cared. I'd be home and still the crown Prince not working as a refugee in the city my Father wants to concur.
I am and always will be a prince. It is my birthright. I just know know it will be a hidden birthright. No one here can know who I am. That must remain a secret.
I have also realized that as I grew as I learned I have been a hypocrite. Enough of this. I need sleep. Long day at the tea shop tomorrow.