Slight au. Instead of being held in prison Iroh escapes to Ember Island where he lives in the Fire Lords old summer home. This was meant to be humor, but it ended up darker then I wanted it to be. And yes, this is the first thing I've posted for a while.
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Azula stared up at the once grand house. She remembered it for what it once was; the best summer house money and status could buy. She had never liked it much, unlike Zuko, standing in it's shadow brought back no memories of days at the beach and times long gone. She moved forward not back and was better off for it. The only reason to look back was to find mistakes, flaws,
mostly in your enemies plans. If they made them once they were
doomed to repeat them, all you had to do was to calculate your
advantages and strike.
Azula almost turned away from the house but she realized something. From underneath the door you could see a faint glimmer of light. It was probably a homeless traveler, but no one would be so bold as to make themselves at home in something that belong to the fire lord. A search was in order.
Stepping cautiously towards the door Azula readied herself for attack.
Who she saw was not who she expected. Hunched over a small fire, looking only a little worse for wear, was Iroh.
"This must be my lucky day. You've been avoiding capture too long old man. I'm bring you to Ozai myself, your not escaping this time," with that Azula stepped forward and assumed her stance. Iroh stood up in a calm fashion and took a step towards Azula.
"Azula, before you start there is something you ought to know," Iroh took a deep breath. Azula clacked her claws impatiently.
"Spit it out old man"
"Azula, I am your father," Iroh's anxiety melted off a bit but quite the opposite was happening with Azula. The ice queen's eyes went wide.
"You're lying, you will pay for that," Azula's usual cool demeanor crumbled a bit.
"No I'm afraid it's true, a true moment of foolishness but let's not dwell on the past." Iroh who seemed rather happy to be getting this out in the open smiled a bit.
"What about Zuko? Is he your too?" Azula had taken back her usual coldness in speech and was now wondering if this affected her ties to the throne and if anyone else knew. Iroh gave a huge sigh.
"No. Zuko is Ozai's own flesh and blood," Iroh hung his head. And for once Azula was completely speechless.