A/N: Because this one is so short, I decided to post it early. Enjoy!

10 years old

"All the times

That I felt insecure

Yeah

And I leave

A burning path of flame." - Outside, Staind

Chapter 2 - On My Own

"Enter."

Ten year old Prince Ozai entered the throne room, holding his head high and resisting the urge to explode with his good news. Several servants that were cleaning the pillars gave him a bow out of respect but he paid no attention. His eyes were set toward the man on the throne.

Azulon's long black hair with grey streaks was pulled up in a top knot; his five point crown gleaming against the flames that surrounded his throne. He seemed to be lost in a thought as Ozai approached, giving a loyal bow.

Today was the first of the month, the day Ozai reported to his father to show him his advances in Firebending.

"You may begin."

Without another word, Ozai formed his stance, following by a series of kicks and sweeps. Fire flowed from his fists as he punched in the air, forming a perfect ring of fire that was sent in the opposite direction. That was his newest technique, one Master Jeong Jeong was proud the prince had mastered. But that didn't matter. What mattered was impressing his father; and this month, Ozai knew he had worked hard enough.

Azulon remained emotionless, his pointy chin resting on his hands as he watched his son perform various moves.

When Ozai finished, he was panting slightly but quickly regained composure, turning to face his father. He felt good about what he had done just now; sure he would receive a positive nod. He had spent extra hours training this week after all.

"Your form on your fire streams was sloppy," said Azulon in a monotone voice. "Have your brother show you the proper formation, again. Tighten your hold, straighten your back. Stop leading with your left foot, as I have told you time and time again. Dismissed."

"Yes, father," said Ozai immediately, bowing once more before sweeping from the room with long, purpose-filled strides. He could feel blood boiling under his skin in anger but shot it down as he stepped into the corridor. Of course, his brother was waiting for him.

"How did it go?" Iroh asked, breaking into a jog when realizing Ozai wasn't stopping to talk.

"Fine," the young prince gritted.

Iroh knew what 'fine' meant and frowned, placing a hand on his arm but Ozai jerked away.

"Leave me alone, brother!"

"Ozai, wait!" Iroh called loudly. "I can help you."

The younger prince halted and whirled around so quickly that his approaching brother had to jump back. "I don't need or want you help. I can do it on my own." His breathing had slowed and he brought his voice lower. "Someday father will understand that."

Before Iroh could respond, Ozai lashed out and a harsh stream of fire flew from his fist down the corridor. The jet was perfectly executed, slithering between the walls and licking at the floor without actually touching it.

Funny, he had led with his left foot again.

A/N: Sorry this one is short but I did warn you that some flashbacks are shorter than others. :P Next drabble features Ursa and is a bit longer. Any ideas on their first meeting? =) Or how they meet for the matter?

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