The Idiot General

by Spongy449

Born to serve the Fire nation, that's just how it works here. But this one... he was different; He was special, born with extraordinary ability. He was born to be a great general, an idiot general. He's a fool of the highest order. A waste of potential, serving a cruel and ruthless nation like the Fire Nation. How can someone so talented be reduced to such a pathetic state?

1. The Odyssey of Lixin's Eternal Flame

Water, Earth, Fire, Air.

Born to serve the Fire nation, that's just how it works here. But this one... he was different; He was special, born with extraordinary ability. He was born to be a great general, an idiot general. He's a fool of the highest order. A waste of potential, serving a cruel and ruthless nation like the Fire Nation. How can someone so talented be reduced to such a pathetic state? Is there an underlying reason for his foolishness, some kind of hidden reason that has led him down this path?

Besides that, he is often make a foolish decision.

Someone said he's simply a victim of circumstance, with no hope of escaping this fate. Is there anything that can be done to change this course, to save this gifted individual from a life of misery?

In fact, he is just the youngest general of the Fire Nation, a year older than a certain princess who is the wielder of the legendary Sapphire Flame. Yet, despite his youth, he commands a level of respect and authority that is usually reserved for those far older and more experienced. He has proven himself to be a master strategist and a skilled warrior, leading his men into battle with bravery and confidence that belies his young age.

Yes, he may be young, but he is definitely not one to underestimate.

Now, don't you worry. That hidden agenda in his mind is relatively benign – just trying to survive in the Fire Nation like everyone else. But instead of being guided by fear, he's just wandering about in his own little world, in a la la land, unafraid to be bold but not defined by his ego. Rather, his actions are fuelled by boredom and an insatiable curiosity that makes him seem troublesome to some.

Hmm... For instance:

The room was filled with a tense aura, the firelight casting flickering shadows across the faces of the surrounding generals. Their eyes were fixed upon the large map of the four nations before them, the various territories laid out in meticulous detail. But their attention was divided, the empty seat in the center of the room drawing everyone's gaze.

On his throne, Fire Lord Ozai sat in silent irritation, his face contorted into a grimace as he glanced around the room. The absence of that fool of a general was all too apparent, and it was driving him up the wall.

General Bujing furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the entrance in anticipation, "Where in the world is General Lixin? His absence is halting the briefing process. He better have a good reason for being late. We can't start this briefing without him, that's for certain."

He was a patient man, but he had his limits. They had been waiting for over an hour for this one single insignificant being to show up, but Lixin was not there.

The other general there scratching his neck in contemplation, and mutter, "I don't know, but just as I expected, he would be late."

He then rubs his temples, trying to stave off a headache brought on by the mounting disappointment. This wasn't the first time they'd been left waiting or dealing with his tardiness. Clearly, Lixin in question had zero regard for his time and never seems to manage his time properly.

Each passing minute only increased everyone's frustration, their patience stretched thin. All of the generals exchange knowing glances—

BAM! The blast of footsteps that could only have come from a very foolish general, gasping for air as he stumbled into the room. He looked around, eyes wide, taking in the grand paintings that adorned the walls.

"Oh, forgive me for my tardiness," Lixin panted, "I can't help it."

Lixin's eyes were nothing special. They were a standard, ordinary yellow color. However, his attire was anything but ordinary for a Fire Nation general. He wore the typical armor, but with a few modifications. The outline of his armor was trimmed in gold, a detail that made it stand out. His boots were also reinforced, yet they lacked the traditional pointed tips of the standard Fire Nation boots. And let's not forget about his weapon, a curved sword — Katana-like, which was holstered on his hip.

The other generals in the room trying not to roll their eyes at his perpetually tardy behavior.

Meanwhile, a flame that surrounds the Fire Lord's throne dances and flickers, fire concealing his facial expression, but his eyebrows were furrowed, soon his eyes narrowed as he gazed at the imposing presence in front of him. That man, Lixin, exuded an aura of extraordinary and Ozai was instantly wary. Everything about him, from his demeanor to his presence, was shouting "trouble."

Fire Lord remained silent, sizing up his adversary, calculating his next move.

General Bujing's expression was stern as he pointed his finger at Lixin, demanding an explanation for his tardiness, he barked, "Why were you late? The briefing could have started ten minutes ago! You should have known that the organization and discipline must be prioritized over personal affairs!"

Lixin, feeling the weight of his disappointment, sheepishly apologized "Ah, you can't really blame me because it's not easy to get in here when there is a certain schemer who's constantly spying on my every move and reporting back to themselves."

In a moment that went almost unnoticed, Ozai flinched ever so slightly when Lixin inadvertently mentioned him. But gladly nobody noticed it. However, As if that wasn't enough, that fool was quick to glance over at him with a wary sidelong glance, a subtle warning perhaps, before turning his full attention back to General.

He continued sheepishly, "Besides, I was helping an old lady in the royal park who had stumbled and fallen. I just couldn't walk away and leave her there all alone."

Lixin casually strolls to his designated empty seat near the stair to Fire Lord's throne, he moves forward, without a care in the world, his expression is one of utter indifference, exhibiting the fact that whatever event is about to take place doesn't even register on his radar. He just looks bored, like a man who has seen it all and is not impressed in the least.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Well, General Bujing, you sure keep me guessing..."

Bujing just look at him with mild irritation in response.

Lixin continued, "You've been stirring up quite a commotion, hinting that you have some grand idea for the latest operation in the Earth Kingdom. So, out with it then! What exactly is it that you have in mind?"

As he settles into his seat, it feels like it just another day, another meeting, another challenge. Why should he be nervous? He's handled tougher situations than this.

Bujing's knuckle went white as his frustration and anger surged through his veins. He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned pale, and his hands trembled slightly. But, after taking a deep breath, he soon calmed himself down. Collecting his thoughts, he stood up straight, his face composed and resolute.

He looked around the room at his fellow general, his eyes burning with fierce determination. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he spoke confidently, "I have something to propose."

Presenting his plan, he declared with conviction. "If we want to succeed. We need a unified front if we're going to come out on top. One that will end this once and for all. Here's what we need to do..."

After a moment when general stood before a large map of the Earth Kingdom, studying the layout of the territory with a keen eye. He picked up a stick, using it to point towards a particularly troublesome area.

"Clearly," he takes the initiation, "The Firebender in this region is stretched thin, and there is no denying that the Earth Benders have a clear advantage. They have us surrounded, leaving us with only two options – either the division retreat or hold their position."

He paused, his gaze moving to a separate section of the map, his eyes fixed on the certain province.

"But the fact is," he continued, tapping at the map with the stick, "That neither the Earth Benders here nor us have a strength. So what choice do we have?"

The other general furrowed his eyebrows, his face twisting with confusion and skepticism.

He leaned forward, his eyes locked on him, and asked with a hint of doubt in his voice, "What are you trying to imply, General Bujing?"

Bujing returned the gaze, his expression calm and paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully before responding.

"I'm not implying anything," he replied with a steady voice and unwavering. "I thought it was obvious. I'm simply suggesting that we consider giving them the order to push towards the stronghold."

The room falls silent as Bujing unveils his idea. His comrades flinch, their minds flashing back to the previous disaster that almost sent the infamous 41st all division into the pit of death. The fiascos was a close call, narrowly avoided, had it not been for the Banished Fire Prince's intervention.

But now, Bujing is suggesting another plan that is all too familiar, one that has the potential to end in bloodshed and despair just like the last one.

"Preposterous, are you serious?" Someone objected, and the objections caused everyone to mutter each other.

What could possibly go wrong this time?

Bujing fixed his firm gaze at a group of generals. With a smugness, he confirmed it with voice echoing through the room, "I'm serious..."

In fact, he is dead serious.

"I'm aware of the fact that the division is just a garrison, not meant for frontline fighting. But we cannot afford to sit back and wait. Our enemy will not wait for us, and we cannot afford to lose."

He pauses, looking around to ensure his message is being heard. "Thus I believe that the division can successfully destroy the supply hub and capture the point which holds a significant supply line that connects to every network."

A palpable sense of unease, no one spoke, but their thoughts were written on their faces: skepticism, doubt, even derision. It was clear that they didn't think much of his idea. However, when the reason behind it caused a slow shift which began to take place.

Clearly, Bujing successfully sway their opinion

"By attacking the critical point..." he continued, "We can deceive the Earth Kingdom forces, who would expect the garrison to hold the line or retreat. The garrison can then push even further past the frontline, establish a stronghold and wait for the main offensives. This strategy will give us a tactical advantage and ultimately lead to our victory."

The furrowed brows started to smooth out, the crossed arms relaxed, and the mutterings of disapproval faded away. Slowly but surely, he managed to turn their skepticism into reluctant acceptance, their low-key resistance into quiet support.

Fire Lord Ozai watching as the military generals laid out the final stages of their plan. A smug appeared on his face, eyes shone with a sinister excitement, for he had been biding his time, waiting for this moment, he knew that this plan was in perfect alignment with his own secret agenda.

And just as the room seemed to reach a consensus, just as the general was about to receive the Fire Lord's approval, Lixin rose to his feet, raising a hand and calmly declaring, "Objection..."

Everyone in the room swiveled their heads to look at him, surprised by the unexpected objection. Ozai's eyes narrowed as he looked at the young officer.

"There is just a little bit of a problem in your plan, General Bujing." Whenever Lixin spoke, Ozai couldn't help but find himself seething with anger.

Just the sound of his voice was enough to rile him up, causing the flame to ignite within him, growing ever-larger with every syllable. But Ozai knew better than to interrupt. Even if his loyalists opposed Lixin's ideal, his popularity was second only to Fire Lord; comes a coup d'état. Moreover, that Idiot General's influence somehow spanned the entire Fire Nation archipelago. If Ozai lost his temper, it would only serve to make Lixin look more virtuous in the eyes of the people.

So why not hear his judgement on matter?

"It is an interesting idea, I admit, but here are a few things you're not considering." Lixin takes a moment to gather his thoughts, before pouring word after word, deliver such profound insight.

"Concentrating firepower in a small front and push for the objective does increase the likelihood of overwhelming the initial line of defense, And if you do manage to advance, what happens when you get to the strategic point? The units holding the province become sitting ducks without proper backup."

Lixin's words struck a nerve with General Bujing. His carefully crafted plans were now being challenged, and it left him seething. The audacity of Lixin to speak against his strategies riled him up like a hornet's nest. But Bujing composed himself and kept his stern look intact on his face.

He just waited for him to end his blabbering series, but hope died when Lixin did not go back down.

"In addition, it also leaves the unprotected rear vulnerable to counterattack. The division will be surrounded, can't you see my point? Hmm?"

Lixin is in his usual sass, but he does raise a valid objection, causing a low murmur of concern to ripple through the room . Once again, General Bujing's plan was thrown into doubt. The group muttered amongst themselves, questioning the purpose of the plan and the likelihood of its success. Frustrations began to fester beneath the surface, as memories of past failures and miscalculations began to resurface.

The trust in General Bujin's decisions seemed to waver, the air is filled with skepticism as Lixin added more fuel to the fire, "What if the enemy sees your line of advance and counterattacks your rear guard with an even larger force? Then you're not just facing a determined enemy – you're facing an insurmountable one. You can't just expect your allies to come to your rescue, can you? No. No."

The Fool chuckled softly to himself as he picked up a stick and used it to move the Earth Kingdom's pieces on the map. He knew very well that earthbenders had a distinct advantage over the Fire Nation, it was an elemental balance that he understood all too well. Seeing the fire nation pieces being swiftly dispatched by his stick amused him, a subtle demonstration of his power and superiority.

He moves the pieces with precision and expertise, countering the fire nation's moves seamlessly, "If I were an Earth Kingdom General, I could just cross my leg and relax knowing that Fire Nation succeeded in taking a mere useless stronghold that will soon driven back by a swift counterattack. In fact, a determined enemy could encircle the division, cut off its retreat route, and bring the advance unit down before reinforcements can arrive."

Lixin's concerns about the proposed strategy are valid. It's like putting all of our eggs in one basket. One wrong move, and they're screwed.

"No offense but the risks of this tactic are clear. We need to consider alternative strategies that allow us to maintain pressure on the enemy, while also ensuring the safety and mobility of our forces."

The young officer, tapping the stick on the floor, stares at General Bujing, who is turning red with anger in response. He suddenly snaps, "What do you suggest then, if my plan is such a failure? Do you have a better solution?"

All eyes turn to Lixin, awaiting his answer.

Then the voice rang loud and clear, his words cutting through the air as he spoke, "I heard there are still remaining supply caches that are ours, even if it is not much, but remember that the region is filled to the brim with field crops? Either we impose a scorched-earth policy on this region or evacuate everything. The garrison shall retreat from the province and leave nothing of value worth taking. Our goal is to weaken the approaching army, and we shall do it by any means necessary. Land can be taken again, but manpower cannot be easily replaced. Let us not lose our soldiers in a battle we cannot win. Instead, let us make sure that the enemy finds nothing but ruin and desolation as they advance."

He refers to an unpopular plan, one that went against the usual conventions of warfare and Bujing's doctrine.

The general cleared his throat and commented, "Nonsense... As if the Earth Kingdom will stop there, we all know the savage's tenacity..."

It is well known that the savages of the Earth Kingdom are a tenacious bunch. No matter how dire the situation, they will always persevere. Even if their province has been devastated by a fierce scorched earth tactic, they will not stop there, instead this is their major morale boost. Their will to resist and fight is a strong as their dedication to their land and people.

They will not give up or let themselves be overpowered, no matter the cost.

Lixin paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as he prepared to continue. "I'm not finished yet,"

His eyes narrowing as he considered his next move. "Even if the retreat is a major morale boost for our enemy, there is still a strategic advantage to be found in the scorching of the earth — The garrison will join the main offensive which will result in strengthening the pre-existing divisions."

How is that a plan?

Ahem, like he said, he was not done talking, he cleared his throat and shifted his piece on the map, analyzing every detail with a shrewd eye, indicating the path of his forces. "Perfection is overrated. Quantity, I say, is the key to victory. In reality, triumph is achieved through sheer numbers. It's better to have numerous 'good enough' weapons rather than a few perfect ones. You need to concentrate your troops in strategic locations, weakening certain parts of your front line if necessary, instead of spreading out too thinly and trying to be strong everywhere."

He went on to discuss the need to incorporate support forces with combat troops as a way to make divisions stronger on the attack. He was clearly well-versed in military strategy, his words precise and calculated.

"This way, you can focus your resources and have a greater impact on the battlefield. It's all about making smart choices and understanding where to allocate your assets."

With the pieces now in great numbers on the map, he pushed them all together to complete the takeover of the province. Then He exclaimed, "In the end, we would have swept through the area, claimed the province and the region was soon conquered as easily as a morning's breakfast"

What a scene it must have been, the map becoming a living testament to his conquest. His words were as powerful as his actions, as he asserted his dominance over the territory like a true commander.

Everyone in the room slowly starts to clap, their hands patting together in a steady rhythm. The applause is moderate, reflecting the average level of praise for Lixin. One can tell that Lixin is not popular amongst the rank of the Fire Nation, but his well thought out strategy causes them to give a slow, half-hearted clap, like they're only doing it out of obligation.

But Fire Lord's expression remains stoic, his face hardened into a frown. He clenches his jaw, silently seething behind his stern demeanor. He's not even trying to hide his feelings. The look in his eyes says it all: In his mind, Lixin's ideals are nothing but a sign of weakness, and he can't stand for that. He needs to be eliminated.

But even he must have known that attacking Lixin would have dire consequences. As any attempt would be traced back to him. So how could he get rid of him? But then, a lightbulb went off in his mind. Why not use a similar tactic as he did with his own son?

Let's witness the depths that his evil schemes can sink to.

Ozai forcing himself to smile. The words "interesting" and "pleased" were barely concealed behind gritted teeth, but he knew he had to maintain a facade of satisfaction.

"Indeed," he sneered, "Your proposal was intriguing, and so is your idea. Given your, shall we say, less than stellar personality, I must admit that this strategic plan of yours is better than I have ever expected. Even General Bujing's plan pales in comparison to your remarkable proposal. You have proven yourself to be more than just an average buffoon, and for that I commend you."

On one hand, there's genuine praise for General's qualities, but on the other hand, there's a subtle hint of mockery and sarcasm. It was as though undermining hid skills in order to feel superior.

Other than thinly veiled attempt to mock, he decided to be a straightforward.

"Therefore, I have an offer you cannot refuse..." He struggled to get the words out, as if they left a bitter taste in his mouth, his mind already spinning with plans to manipulate and control.

Lixin's attention was caught by an offer, and his ears perked up in anticipation. Whoever Fire Lord had something to say, he was prepared to listen intently. He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the person about to speak as he readied himself for whatever words were about to be uttered. The room was quiet, and Lixin waited patiently for the impending speech.

"Your expertise, your skills, your knowledge, your combat abilities..." Ozai's voice cut through the stillness.

"They are simply not cutting it here, they are all wasted here. It's clear that you would be better utilized elsewhere. You belong elsewhere. I'm sending you on a mission. I suggest relocating your talents and pursuing the avatar."

The fire in the room seemed to dance more wildly at his words, its flames flickering with a newfound intensity, a testament to the situation. Ozai, his face dark and solemn, declared that he would send Lixin on a mission to find the Avatar, like a shadow casting a pall over the entire room.

Imagine the enormity of the responsibility bestowed upon him.

To disobey Ozai was to court disaster. His eyes bore into the Lixin he was addressing, his expression stern and it was clear that his recommendation was less of a polite suggestion and more of an order from the Fire Lord himself.

How about a mixture of exhilaration and determination?

Lixin wasn't frightened by Ozai's stern demeanor and unexpected offer. To his surprise, he was actually excited by the prospect. Without hesitation, he raise a hand with thumbs up, he responded with glee: "Sign me up!"

It's strange that he wasn't intimidated by Fire Lord's imposing presence. Instead, he was eager to accept whatever he was offering, his enthusiasm overshadowing any potential fear. Because he's been waiting for this moment for some time, and now, he's relishing the opportunity to join in.

Every single general in the room stared in disbelief at Lixin's audacity. He wasn't even afraid, but rather, he was completely unruffled.

THE IDIOT GENERAL - AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

ACT 1: THE ODYSSEY OF LIXIN'S ETERNAL FLAME

SCENE 1 — GENERAL IN THE WATER

In the outskirts of the Southern Water Tribe's sea. There is a fairly small vessel, though modest in size and crew, it still bore the unmistakable insignia of the Fire Nation. It is, unmistakably, Zuko's ship, bobbing gently on the water, it's not much to look at, but it's definitely capable of traveling across the open water. One can almost picture him standing on the deck, observing the vast expanse of ocean before him

The surroundings are both vast and tranquil, yet the vessels carefully gliding through the blockades of iceberg so that the ships may never get damaged, the sea spreading out like a shimmering mirror reflecting the sky above. The water whispers a silent song, its gentle rhythm punctuated by the sounds of the crew going about their tasks.

In the center of the ship's deck, Uncle Iroh sat enjoying a game of Pai Sho with Lixin.

"Thank you for bringing the Pai Sho set with you on your journey," he said, as they played. "The old games are starting to feel outdated, getting little too old, transcend over the hill, much like myself."

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with the pleasure of the game, a lovely sight, seeing him so content and engaged in something he loved so much, surrounded by the vastness of the ocean.

Lixin sips his tea and then exhales, declaring, "I've heard the Dragon of the West has a fondness for this game. So, I have undoubtedly brought a full set, curious to witness your reaction."

Then, without warning, Lixin reached into his pocket and pulled out White Lotus tiles and put it on the middle of the board. The reaction from Iroh was priceless. His eyes widened comically and he blinked three times in disbelief.

The young general had caught him off guard.

Uncle Iroh is a bit sceptical that Lixin before him, is in fact, a member of the White Lotus. But he's not going to jump to conclusions just yet, he's a smart man and knows that he has to test the young man first, it is foolish not to verify his suspicions.

He takes a moment to collect himself, cleared his throat first and said, "I see you favour the White Lotus Gambit. Not many still cling to the ancient ways."

It was his subtle way of assessing the young man's knowledge and affiliations, while keeping his own intentions concealed. this will help him to learn more about Lixin and determine whether he truly is a member of the secret society.

As he expected, the general replied. "Those who do can always find a friend—..."

Suddenly, Zuko walked into the conversation, clearly agitated and interrupting their game.

He exclaimed in a voice filled with frustration and bewilderment, "What are you both blabbering on about? My mind is almost going crazy with all this... whatever it was!"

Clearly, being around two people with the same old Iroh's personality is enough to make his head spin. Apparently, the banished prince was struggling to understand the situation, frustrated by the presence of two strong-minded individuals.

Lixin glanced at him for a brief moment before taking a sip of tea and said nonchalantly, "Nothing important, just a delightful discussion about tea, of course, talking about flavors, temperature, and all the intricacies of the perfect cup and... er..."

He raised his eyebrows, gesturing for Uncle Iroh to continue where he had left off.

The Dragon of the West didn't even anticipate this kind of situation. Luckily, he quickly picks up the conversation, a warm smile on his face. "Ah, yes, I was about to mention the importance of the right temperature when preparing a cup of tea. Too hot and it risks burning the leaves, too cold and it becomes lukewarm and lackluster. The perfect temperature is key to extracting the desired flavor and aroma."

He looked out at the vast sea before him, his hand rubbing his chin as though lost in thought. Then sip his own cup of tea. Hmm... how could he continue his sentence?

That's it, he fixed his glance on the banished prince once again. "But Lixin is right, the choice of tea leaves and the flavors that they offer is also crucial. And of course, the atmosphere while enjoying the tea can never be overlooked. He has different taste, but I can't blame him for his approach, everyone has their own tastes. At least they're enjoying themselves, even if it's at my expense."

He has to make it look like they were debating which is the most enjoyable and how to brew it to perfection. But he has to admit that it is always a pleasure to discuss the finer points of tea with such a connoisseur.

Zuko's frown deepened as he realized what was happening - two tea lovers on his ship! No!

He had to put up with one person who was obsessed with tea, but now there were two of them. It was only a matter of time before they started discussing tea varieties, brewing methods, and the spiritual significance of each cup they drank. The prince tried so hard to get angry, he trying to remind himself that tolerance was key. He could handle two tea lovers, right? As long as they didn't start a tea club onboard...

The question keeps bugging him, what the flameo is Lixin doing here?

Zuko, with a puzzled expression on his face, crossed his arms as he questioned "What exactly are you doing in the water, General? I always thought that someone of your rank would be preoccupied with leading the army on the ground, not taking a dip in the water."

Aren't admirals usually associated with being out on the water, while generals belong on land? How odd! He would expect a general to be commanding troops on the battlefield or strategizing in a war room. Not leading fleets and naval operations at sea!

Lixin shrugged, "Oh, didn't you know, Prince Zuko? The water is a perfect spot for strategic planning. It helps me think."

He's just being a joker, jester, that's all. And look at the Banished Prince, shooting grumpy glances over here, he's not amused. But Lixin's getting the hint, and he's taking it in stride.

General replies with a smirk, "Fine, fine... I came along because I was just using this place like a... Transport... to search for the Avatar. Nothing personal!"

He's not letting a grumpy prince get under his skin. In contrast, Zuko was the one who got thrown aside—... Woah, hold on, hold on there for a moment. Lixin decided to join them because he wanted to find the Avatar?! What the hell does that mean? That's definitely a contradiction to what Zuko had in mind!

The prince seething with anger, his temper flaring like a dragon's fiery breath. "What?! What are you trying to pull here? You can't just barge in here and announce that you're looking for the Avatar. That's my mission, not yours!"

Lixin scratched the back of his head, a sheepish expression on his face. Then, he muttered softly,

"Well, your father gave me the same mission as yours... so... you know... Unavoidable?" He fidgeted with his hands, avoiding eye contact, as if he was a child being scolded.

It is an order given by the Fire Lord himself, he can't just turn it down like it is some kind an trivial offer right?—

BAM

Zuko slammed his fist down on the table, completely messing up the elemental domino-like pieces on the table, Uncle Iroh who is there all along just sips his tea like usual, doesn't care about it at all as he already accustomed to his nephew's childish tantrum. while Lixin remained calm.

The prince's voice rising as he spoke.

"If that is inevitable..." he gritted his teeth, "Then why don't you use your own ship instead of mine?" His eyes blazed with anger as he stared at him. "Mine is not some free ride for you to exploit. It's my vessel, and I have worked hard to keep it in good condition. If you want to travel, then find your own means of transportation. I'm not your personal... chauffeur! Besides, the avatar is mine!"

Lixin raised his chin and looked up at the sky, as if trying to find answers in the endless expanse above.

Then he replied confidently, "Ho ho, my request for customized Empire-class battleship is still on hold. Just sit back and relax!" He chuckled, as if the very idea was humorous. "If we don't find the avatar here or if we need to resupply, we can head to Ketu Harbor, and once I'm off your ship, you won't see me again. I've got my own ship waiting for me there."

Hearing about this makes Zuko's jaw drop, he wonders just how powerful this guy must be to even consider such a request. It's not just the size of the ship that's impressive. It's also the fact that the guy wants it customized, as if a standard ship won't do it.

The prince's frustration was palpable, acting like a petulant child, he swung his hand out in disbelief. "Now, just a minute," he exclaimed. "How old are you?"

Lixin, his head cocked to the side, age doesn't always equate to wisdom, replied casually, "Almost sixteen, why?"

Zuko's face twisted with surprise and skepticism. Sixteen? Almost? The boy is younger than he look, with his youthful features and innocent eyes. It was hard to believe he was almost sixteen.

Maybe he should take a step back and change the pace of conversation before questioning someone else's age? He was completely baffled, so...

He proceeded to question his identity, "How? How could someone so young hold such a high rank in the military? Usually, only seasoned soldiers and hardened veterans reach that level, but here you are, still a young pup, given a rank typically reserved for those who have seen decades of service."

It didn't make any sense. The Banished Prince could only wonder, was this guy some kind of prodigy, someone who had risen through the ranks at an incredible speed? Another possibility is, maybe he had some powerful connections, someone who owed them a favor or two?

It was simply insane how such a young person could end up in the position of a general.

"Irrelevant..." Lixin's response was succinct, avoiding the question and declaring it... Insignificant.

Which only served to further irritate the prince, who was already bristling with frustration. His anger flared, and he clenched his fists, the heat in his veins rising to a boil. He felt like a kettle about to erupt. How dare Lixin dismiss his question so easily?

"Irrelevant?" fumed Zuko, his anger boiling over. "How is this irrelevant, huh? Explain yourself!"

Like usual, Lixin ignored his inquiry.

He graciously and carefully poured some steaming tea into a new cup on the table and spoke. "Tea has the power to soothe your mind. Let us take a moment to set aside the formalities of military rank and just relax. After all, we're on the sea, and there's no hierarchy to contend with here. Please, Prince Zuko, have a bit of calming tea."

Clearly, Zuko is not in the mood for anything soothing.

In a fit of frustration, he impulsively throws the cup into the sea, the splashing into the water represents his pent-up rage and impatience. The tea may have been intended to calm one's nerves, but it seems to have only fueled his anger instead.

With a scowl on his face, he exclaims: "I don't need a calming tea!"

The very idea of serenity angers him further...

Lixin couldn't care less about Zuko's outburst, he doesn't even flinch. Instead, he's more interested in the tea cup sinking into the depths, watching as it slowly flipped and disappeared into the murky waters. And then, he casually turns 180 degrees, facing the guard behind him, and says, "More tea, please."

He's acting like this is just another typical day, with no concern for the world around him. His thirst for tea might just surpass the Fire Nation army's thirst for power.

And Uncle Iroh could not agree more—

Zuko's anger was bubbling just beneath the surface, the heat radiating off him as his frustration continued to build. It was only a matter of time before he snapped and blew his top. He tried to keep his emotions in check, but the simmering resentment was getting harder and harder to suppress.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue line of light suddenly catches the prince's attention. It streaks through the sky, shining bright. Banished prince turns around with a sense of awe and bewilderment, and exclaims: "What is that?!"

"Uncle, look!" He exclaimed, pointing towards the horizon.

The tea enthusiast, Iroh, turned around and squinted at the light glowing in the distance. It was a blue straight line shooting straight into the sky, like a beam of light from a distant star.

"Do you realize what this means?" Zuko asked, sounding both awed and puzzled at the same time.

Iroh shook his head, unable to form a coherent explanation, doesn't care at all. "I won't get to finish my tea session?"

Zuko, replying with a sense of triumph, exclaimed:

"This means that my search is about to reach its conclusion. That light came from a source of immense power! It has to be him!" The light that he gestured was dimmed and vanished, as if it had served its purpose in bringing them to this moment.

He turned back towards his uncle, his gaze filled with determination. It was clear that their journey had brought them to a pivotal point in their quest.

With a continuing expression of disinterest and skepticism, Iroh said, "Maybe it's just another example of the celestial lights. We've been through this before, Prince Zuko. I don't want you to get too excited over nothing."

He looked at the tile in his hand, depicting the symbol of airbending. He placed it on a tile bearing the symbol of firebending, gesturing towards the open place at the other side of the table, and continued in a calm tone, "We mustn't get ahead of ourselves."

Lixin was there, casually cutting fresh leaves and placing them into a kettle to brew tea. With every snip of his scissors, he seemed entirely unperturbed, as if he was a master in his own element. Once all the leaves were in the kettle, he looked up once again,

"This tea is going to be absolutely divine."

He waited for the water to boil, the aroma of the tea leaves filling the air.

"it could just be a rare solar flare" he said, "Those are always quite bright and they tend to disappear suddenly too."

This is hysterical! Zuko's eyebrows, twitching wildly, multiple times in irritation, and a spark of annoyance flared within him.

He raised his voice, "You and Uncle are the same!"

He said that before stomping off in a huff. But he's not done yet, he then turns to someone who stationed themselves on a bridge, observing the landscape and their gaze lingers longer than necessary, and then the banished prince barks, "Helmsmen! Head a course for that light!"

What a classic Zuko, always full of passion!

SCENE 2 — CHI-BLOCKER

They have gotta give him props, though. That Zuko's been busting his butt, training hard for the big fight with the Avatar. Uncle Iroh and Lixin are just sitting there, all chill-like, observing him while he's sweating it out against 2 of his fellow firebenders, like a lion cub trying to take down a couple of grown-ass lionesses.

The banished prince putting in the effort, and he's pretty dang serious about it too. Clearly, he is completely engrossed in the training...

He swiping the sweat from his brow, his eyes narrowing with frustration.

Zuko's eyes darted back and forth as he assessed his opponents. He took a deep breath, channeling his anger and frustration into his next move. His arms flew out, sweeping in a graceful arc, and he unleashed a flames toward the two firebenders before him. The first firebender blocked the attack with ease, but the second one was just a step behind, preparing for a counterattack.

With little time to think, Zuko quickly adjusted his strategy, quickly dodge the blast, nimbly ducking under the retaliation blast from the firebender, then another attack, he propels himself away from the second firebender's oncoming blast, skillfully maneuvering through the air. Landing firmly on his feet, he stretches out his clenched fists, with a swift motion, he throws his fist, lighting up with bright flames. He releases a fire toward one firebender, not to be outdone, Zuko quickly spins around—...

"No!" The voice interrupted the whole spar, which drove the prince further to the edge.

What does his uncles want him to do now?!

Iroh, rising to his feet with a deep sigh, as if gathering his thoughts, "Prince Zuko. You still don't understand. The power in firebending—it doesn't come from your muscles or brute strength."

Oh no... here it goes again, the prince stuck on repeat, following the same old routine, the same instructions, the same mistakes, it's getting old! Why can't he get it right?

Zuko exhaling sharply, the tension is evident in his voice, "It's just not working, Uncle. I've tried everything you've taught me, but I can't... I can't seem to make it work!"

Iroh, ever calm, watches his nephew struggle.

With a gentle but firm tone, placing his hand on prince's shoulder, "That's not how it works, you're relying too much on your strength. Firebending isn't about how strong your muscles are — It's about your breath."

That brat is feeling frustrated, but attentive, he then inquires: "My breath?..."

He stands there, completely perplexed. Despite all the explanations and examples, this concept of firebending is still a mystery to him, it's the combination of the physical and mental aspects that are throwing him off; combining deep, this whole breath technique things.

Maybe he is just that he's not the best learner.

Iroh sighs, and realizes he has to emphasize further... Nods, take his hand off his nephew, then... his eyes turn soft with wisdom, "Yes, the breath is the source of all our power. It is the life force that flows through every living being." He raises his hands, mimicking the flow of energy, his movements deliberate and slow. "When you breathe in, you draw in the energy of the world. When you exhale, you release that energy."

He raises his arms in front of him, moving them in a slow, deliberate motion to emphasize his point. "True power comes from the breath. It is the breath that fuels the fire within you. It is not something you force; it is something you allow to flow naturally."

Zuko watches, his eyes following every movement.

"The breath becomes energy, coursing through your body, and that energy extends beyond your limbs, transforming into fire itself." Iroh continued his teaching, his voice steady and patient, "Feel it, Zuko. The energy you breathe in doesn't stop at your lungs. It flows through your entire body. Let it extend beyond your limbs. Let it become... fire!"

He suddenly unleashes a controlled blast of fire, the heat palpable, but it dissipates just before reaching Zuko, leaving him unharmed.

But obviously, the prince is not impressed.

"Enough..."

Zuko huffed impatiently "I've been practicing this sequence for hours, and I know it by heart. It's time to move on to the next set! I'm raring to go and raring to learn. I'm not going to waste any more time."

Now he's demanding to learn the next stage, convinced that he's more than prepared for the challenge.

It's a clear case of too much training, too little chill.

"I've been drilling, drilling, and drilling!" he exclaimed with frustration. "Drilling this sequence all day! I'm not a novice, so please teach it to me!"

He's got the spirit, but his focus is all out of whack. He is like someone who's been studying all night for a test and thinks they can ace it without sleep.

But the question is, would his uncle listen to his impassioned pleas?

Iroh calmly sat back down in his chair and addressed his eager nephew with a stern look. With a firm voice, he declared, "No, you are impatient. You have yet to master the fundamentals aspect of a basic firebending." He paused for a brief moment, allowing his words to sink in.

Then, with a commanding tone, he roared his instructions, "Drill it again!"

Patience and discipline were the key to mastering any skill, and he wouldn't settle for anything less than basic.

Zuko felt a surge of anger rise within him. But then, he looked at Lixin, who was blissfully ignorant of the situation at hand. The sight of him peacefully gazing at the horizon with its neverending sea broken only by the glaciers, only made his anger grow stronger. Without a moment's hesitation, he directed a powerful flame straight at him.

But to his surprise, the young officer simply took a step to the side and casually reached out, grasping the fireball in his own hand, as though it were nothing more than a small flame.

"Excuse me there, what you just did there is not delightful in the slightest. In fact, I'd go so far as to say it's downright abhorrent." Lixin yawn, not really amused.

"Have some decency and common sense, will you?"

The unexpected ease with which Lixin handled the attack, left the prince in awe.

Zuko spoke in a hushed, almost reverent tone, "How do you do that? How are you... Grabbing and hold my flames... So effortlessly?"

Lixin knew that he was as cool as a cucumber, but he simply shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

"Eh, it was pretty cool, I guess." He replied, giving off an aura of effortless aloofness. To him, his own awesomeness was just another mundane fact of life.

He didn't even bat an eye, he just gave him his knowing look, "Because I trust the process, Zuko. I don't force it. I let the breath do the work. Fire is not something you command with brute force. It's something you nurture, something you guide. So, it's not just about power... it's about balance. About control."

He fiddles with the fire that dances on the palm of his hand, playing with fire, literally! Just watching him casually handle the dancing flames, as if he's taunting the fire to do its worst. Then, in a voice taking on a philosophical tone, he talks with words dripping with wisdom,

"Perhaps the secret lies in finding your inner peace," he suggests, "Maybe if you loosen your shoulders and keep your elbows up, you might just tap into the cosmic flow."

With a flick of his wrist, the fireball dissipated, evaporated into nothing. "Now, try again. But this time, don't think about the fire. Think about your breath. Understand the true source of your power."

He saunters away without a further explanation, no elaboration, and doesn't give him a time to question the general further as he merely continues on his way, leaving the baffled prince dumbfounded, ponder the meaning of his cryptic words.

It's all gibberish to Zuko... He doesn't understand it not that guy. He had enough.

"HEY!" His voice echoed through the air, as he yelled with all his strength.

Lixin, who had been walking away nonchalantly, suddenly stopped in his tracks, apparently unfazed by the outburst. Which Zuko didn't like, no effect, he grunt, squared his shoulders and declared: "I hereby challenge you to an Agni Kai duel!"

Agni Kai, the traditional Fire Nation duel, where honor is at stake and the loser can be marked for life.

The prince was determined to settle this once and for all.

Iroh looked at his nephew with concern. Prince Zuko had just announced his intention and he widened his eyes, knowing that his nephew was greatly mistaken. He gently warned him, "Prince Zuko, do not do this. You are like a tea leaf, delicate and fragile, while Lixin is like a boiling pot, intense and fierce. In an Agni Kai, you would surely be overwhelmed and get incinerated."

It's like pitting a level 1 crook against a level 100 mafia boss. That prince is probably just naivey, this is going to be a lopsided on, no matter how someone look at it. The outcome is obvious.

Zuko was visibly irritated and scoff, "I don't need your metaphor, Uncle. I know exactly what's going on!"

He was not interested in hearing any more of his sage advice. He was determined to handle his problems on his own, without the aid of metaphors or any other kind of life lessons.

Lixin was his usual infuriating self, never missing an opportunity to bug Zuko. "Where?" he asked, as if it wasn't obvious.

Zuko's frustration was reaching its limit. He clenched his fists and grumbled, "Here!"

But the general wasn't done yet. "When?" he inquired, his smirk growing wider.

The banished prince couldn't take it any longer. "Right now!" he huffed, ready to firebend at any moment.

Lixin furrowed his brow and went into deep thought, his mind working furiously to come up with a solution. He was really taking his time to consider all the possibilities before making a decision. He was weighing the pros and cons of each choice, trying to find the best course of action.

After a moment of contemplation, he spoke up, saying, "Hmm, let me think about this for a moment...how about..." and trailed off, his eyes darting around as he pondered the options.

Perhaps he had some great ideas or clever solutions in mind...

"No" He rejected it.

Oh, how dare he turn down the challenge! Such cowardice should not be tolerated. Zuko was expecting a thrilling battle, but instead, the coward refused to accept. How disappointing! What a let-down. Lixin he see how foolish he looks? He should be kicked for making such a disgraceful decision. Moreover, it is also an insult to the prince.

Who does he think he is, rejecting such an exciting opportunity?

"Coward! Why not, huh?" Zuko's hand turns into a ball of fist

Lixin popped his knuckles, a nervous tick he had, a clear indication that he was ready for action.

With a confident smile, "It's obvious, the avatar is nearby, and we're on the right track, we're on course to find the old man.. But I don't think a direct duel is wise right now, let's not get ahead of ourselves - we have to follow tradition, after all."

He chuckled, adding, "And to be honest, I'm kinda scared of watching you get your ass handed to you in a duel."

Zuko's temper and his anger bubbling up inside him. Unable to contain his fury, he let it all out in a flurry of turmoil, a rage reverberating through the roof, he clenched his fists tightly, channeling all his anger into one powerful shout, unleashed his angry outcry, he loses control and immediately firebends at poor Lixin.

But not to worry, the guy remains cool and composed, dodging the attack by basically stepping forward ahead and countering with a precise jab to Zuko's vital chi point who responded by groaning in pain.

"Big mistake there... The wise one avoids the battle." Lixin muttered the words in a split second.

Boom! Take that, hothead! Effectively neutralizing his attack. It was a swift and unexpected move,

The impact was so sharp that it forced Zuko to momentarily lose control of his inner fire, leaving him bewildered and stunned at the unexpected retaliation.

"I can't firebend," said Zuko, his voice heavy with frustration.

He tried to firebend that had always come to him so easily before, but instead, he felt a sickening emptiness within himself. The very power he had relied on for so long had abandoned him.

"What did you do!?..." He trying to force the flames to come, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing happened. The fire was gone, leaving him feeling lost and vulnerable.

Lixin made a motion with his own body to demonstrate how to correct one's stance for tapping into this flow, emphasizing his point with a serious tone.

"I told you already," he exclaimed, "The connection between bodily movements and the cosmic energy that flows through the universe — by adjusting the position and tension of your shoulders and elbows, one could align themselves with this cosmic energy and access it in a meaningful way. — your chi is blocked."

Lixin continued to speak with full of conviction and authority in his voice.

"Remember, let's not forget the principle of war that states 'The true distinction lies in penetrating your enemy's resistance without even engaging in battle.' winning a war before a fire is being fired. It's about using your wits and strategy to make them so terrified that they surrender without a fight."

He went on to explain how the greatest warriors don't need to resort to violence to achieve victory. They are masters of deception and psychological warfare, knowing exactly how to manipulate their opponents into submission.

Then Lixin spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen over the ship. "One must approach this situation with wisdom and cunning, rather than brute force. We, firebender, must find a way to outmaneuver our adversaries and achieve our goals without bloodshed."

He paused for a moment.

"We must remain vigilant, but we must also remain calm. We cannot let our emotions run wild and cloud our judgment."

Lixin continued his speech and said, "This means that the ultimate goal of war is win without ever needing to fight. It is about using intelligence, strategy and diplomacy to achieve victory, to force your opponent to capitulate without ever spilling a drop of blood. This is the true measure of mastery in the art of war."

"In conclusion, your ability to firebend is rendered useless for now. Don't be fret, it just temporary..."

His way of talk leaving Zuko feeling embarrassed and caught off guard.

"Ah, so that's how you managed to land an officer position, huh?" The prince said, laced with sarcasm and a hint of disdain. "I should have guessed it you are going through sheer competence or even bravery on the battlefield. Not like someone I knew who just pulled some strings, or even worse, used their family's connections to get ahead..."

It's not like he's insecure about his abilities, he's just feeling envious, seeing someone else succeed where he has not.

"Ha!" Uncle Iroh who was watching both teen's interaction, he let out a bellowing laugh, his voice echoing through the atmosphere. He looked at his Zuko with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Either way, you've lost, my nephew,"

His demeanor that made it clear he was thoroughly enjoying this situation. The corners of his mouth curled upwards in a sly smile as he savored the moment. He looked like a man who had just won a game of Pai Sho and was gloating about his victory.

Redness flushed in Zuko's cheeks as embarrassment welled up inside him, he desperately trying to articulate his burning desire for mastery.

"Of course I lost!" he exclaimed, his words tinged with desperation. "That's why I need your guidance to learn the next set of firebending skills. How can I ever face the Avatar, a living being who has mastered all four elements over the centuries, let alone Lixin?"

Iroh, after a quick glance at the surroundings, lost in thought, before nodded, "Very well... "

Suddenly, he was pulling a perfectly cooked roasted duck out of nowhere, from behind him. He didn't even bother to explain how the food got there. It was as if the roasted duck had been following him all along and he finally decided to give it some attention.

"But before we begin, let me finish my roasted duck, first," He then proceeded to enjoy his roasted duck, a satisfied smile on his face.

The aroma of the juicy bird wafted through the air, causing a flicker of excitement in his eyes. Despite the tense atmosphere, Iroh's priorities is his love for good food! Nothing was going to come between him and his delicious meals.

They've been toying with Zuko all day...

His patience fraying with each passing second. They've been mocking his every move, testing his resolve. His breath comes out in short, sharp bursts as he glares into the distance That prince paces the deck, frustration boiling over as he glares at the horizon. Suddenly, a flare bursts high in the sky, its light reflecting in his eyes.

Snapping him out of his turmoil, surge of determination courses through him as he spins around, spotting the guard with the telescope. "Give me that!"

He forcefully grabs it, the urgency in his movement is clear, he brings it to his eye, scanning the horizon frantically, his heart pounds in his chest. He raises the telescope, he scans the distance, his eyes narrowing as he spots them—the Avatar, in the arms of another, making their daring escape down the side of the abandoned ship, leaping off with an almost unnatural grace.

"The last airbender! Quite agile for his old age." He lowers the telescope for a moment, his anger simmering just beneath the surface, shouting back to his crew, dripping with fury and triumph. "Everyone, I found the Avatar!"

He gave a sharp command, echoing across the ship.

Zuko raises the telescope again, following the pair as they run, he is tracking their movements with deadly precision, their direction clear, leading them straight to their destination. His breath hitches as his gaze follows them, until his eye narrows, focusing on a distant spot— locks onto the distant village, the Southern Water Tribe coming into focus, nestled in the icy expanse.

"So, that's where you're hiding..." A close-up of his right eye, intense and determined, as he squints, zeroing in on his target.

Zuko muttered cold and resolute as he growls through gritted teeth. "There's nowhere left to run."

His grip tightens on the telescope as he peers into the distance, his mind racing with the possibilities that lie ahead. He won't let the Avatar slip away again.

Lixin interjected with sarcasm, "Quite the performance you've put on today. You really know how to act up, huh?"

Zuko snapped back, shouting at him, "SHUT UP!"

SCENE 3 — THE AVATAR

COUPLE OF HOURS LATER

"Finally,", thought Zuko, as he donned his armour, dressed from tip to toe in his iconic Fire Nation armour, he clenched his fists, feeling the familiar weight of his fire nation attire, the helmet now firmly in place.

It has been a long, treacherous journey since his banishment, both physically and spiritually. For years, he has tirelessly searched for the Avatar, the elusive coward who remains hiding and escaped capture for centuries. But now, the time has come, he has finally reached his destination, they will finally come face-to-face, he will finally face the Avatar and bring honour back to his family name.

He can feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. The moment of truth is almost upon him.

Firmly and cold filled with determination. "This coward believes he can elude us forever," he muttered, his face etched with disappointment and disdain. "He thinks he can escape and avoid the consequences of his cowardly actions. But he is mistaken. I will not rest until this old man is brought to the Fire Nation. He cannot run forever."

And then Iroh interjects into the conversation, filled with a mix of amusement and wisdom. He turns to the prince, and offers a light-hearted observation.

"I'm not so sure about that, my dear nephew," he muses. "I don't know about that one. If your intuition are true, and if it is really the Avatar... well, maybe you shouldn't get too close to him. it might be best to keep a safe distance"

Zuko is bewildered. How can he capture the avatar if he can't even get close to him? What's this? Playing tag with a spirit? He just can't win if that was the only way!

He looks at his uncle, perplexed expression written all over on his face. "What do you mean, Uncle? I have to capture him!"

Iroh responded, with a slight twinkle in his eye. "Don't forget, the Avatar is a powerful bender, with the ability to control all four elements."

Zuko let out a frustrated groan, a result of his impatience and the feeling that his pleading was going unheard.

"Well, that's why I want you to teach me the next set of firebending skills in the first place!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Can't you see how badly I want to learn? I wouldn't keep bugging you about it if you would just listen to me for once... For Agni's sake!"

His words were an outlet for his pent-up emotion.

Another complaint from him, he's never satisfied, he really thinks whining is going to make his uncle teach it to him sooner.

"Zuko..." Iroh called out to his nephew.

But before he could say anything further, he just dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

"I don't want to hear it," said Zuko, already tired of what he thought was another lecture. He turned and went down below deck, disappearing from sight. The hot-headed prince wasn't in the mood for other life lessons.

Iroh stood there, a mixture of disappointment and resignation on his face. He let out a weary sigh, never quite getting through to his stubborn nephew.

Lixin looks out, seeing the prince's unwavering determination to capture the Avatar, only to say in response: "Well, that is what I called... a commitment. I must say, I admire Zuko's determination. He's a real go-getter, isn't he?"

Some sarcasm can be heard in his tone, but there's a bit of genuine praise there too.

"Ah, General Lixin," Iroh said with a weary sigh, stroking his beard thoughtfully, "If only you could understand. My nephew is a troubled young man, a complicated soul burdened with the weight of his past. He has endured hardship and strife, more than anyone his age should have to bear. His journey has not been an easy one, filled with pain and suffering. In addition, despair."

He looked at Lixin with a solemn expression, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "His heart is troubled, and his mind is clouded with the storm. He struggles to find his way."

It was true, but the general already know that stuff. In reality, Lixin has a deeper understanding of the prince's predicament than anyone expected. He recalled the past, it was apparent that Zuko had indeed transformed from the young boy of their past.

He reminded Iroh, "I know, I went to the Royal Academy, remember? I was there to observe. And over the years, it's become apparent that Zuko has changed."

The Dragon of the West remembered the days when they had attended the Royal Academy. It was during their youthful years, filled with ambition and hope. But now, after all the struggles and journeys.

Lixin is always a perceptive individual...

"Yes," Iroh said with a smile. "And to be honest with you, I was just waiting for that moment — seeing the light within him grow brighter than ever."

Then his face fell down suddenly.

"But I don't think that will happen soon" He added.

Lixin stands, his face reflecting a stoic and acceptive expression.

Iroh shook his head to shrug off his feelings, with a touch of wisdom in his voice. He says, "Lixin, the Youngest General In the Fire Nation's History, you are truly a rarity, possessing wisdom beyond your years. Your maturity and thoughtful nature make you a gem among your peers. If I may ask, would you consider lending a hand to Prince Zuko, acting as a second moral compass by his side?"

With a touch of sarcasm in his tone, he continued. "Let's be honest, a single moral voice is never enough, and I am facing my own struggles."

Having one moral compass is great and all, but how about having at least two. That's right, not just one, but two moral compasses. With just one moral compass, you can run the risk of straying from the path of righteousness, like a ship without a rudder, blown about by the winds of temptation.

Maybe having secondary serve as the one which tells you the way you're supposed to go.

"Very well... It would be an honour" Lixin nodded, acknowledging the Dragon of the West's presence.

Iroh responded with a nod of his own, his face betraying no emotion. They both performed the familiar hand gesture of the Fire Nation, their hands mimicking the flame of a torch, the standard greeting of their people, a symbol of respect, courtesy, and acknowledgment. With the exchange complete, Lixin retreated to the lower deck of the ship, disappearing from Iroh's view.

Just when he was all making his way down the stairs, the ship shook, and a loud sound of ice shattering echoed around them.

Lixin exclaimed, "I think the ship has landed..."

And without a second thought, he dashed off down the stairs, wanted see what was happening outside. Upon reaching the bottom, he found the others, including Zuko, waiting with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the ramp of the ship to lower itself and reveal what lay beyond.

The atmosphere in the village was thick with tension, an eerie stillness hanging in the air.

From the vantage point of a nearby hill, the villagers—who had been hiding just moments before—now emerged cautiously, their curiosity piqued and their fear palpable. Eyes wide with shock, they stared at the massive vessel that loomed ominously over their small, snow-covered settlement.

The ship, a hulking, metallic beast, seemed out of place amidst the pristine white landscape, its dark hull a stark contrast to the purity of the snow. As they watched, the bow of the ship groaned and creaked, a sound like the wailing of a tortured soul, as it began to open. Steam hissed and billowed from the sides, obscuring the view momentarily before dispersing to reveal a walkway slowly extending from the ship's bow.

There was a collective gasp from the crowd as the ramp slammed into the ground with a deafening thud, the force of it sending a tremor through the earth. One of them, too close to the descending ramp, barely managed to leap backward, stumbling and falling to the ground in the process. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized how close he had come to being crushed, and he remained where he had fallen, too stunned to move.

The other villagers huddled together for support, a few of them shielding their eyes as if unable to bear the sight of the monstrous ship any longer. The steam continued to pour out in thick clouds, wrapping the scene in a ghostly fog.

And then, out of that mist, a figure appeared.

Prince Zuko, his presence commanding and unmistakable, emerged from the haze, flanked by two guards, behind the prince, there's Lixin as if he was his advisor or something. Zuko's face was set in a stern expression, the kind that brooked no defiance. His golden eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. Every step he took was deliberate, his posture as rigid and unyielding as the steel of his ship. The villagers could only watch in silent awe and dread as he descended the walkway, each footfall echoing through the stillness.

For a moment, there was only the sound of Zuko's boots hitting the metal walkway, the muted clinks growing louder as he approached the village. But then, the silence was shattered by a sudden, desperate cry.

A lone wolf, overcome by fear and the instinct to protect his home, let out a battle cry. He rushed forward, his grip tight around a crude wooden club. His heart pounded in his ears, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he charged at the prince, his mind filled with a single, reckless thought: to stop the invader.

But Zuko, as if sensing the attack before it even began, did not flinch. His eyes barely flicked toward the man. With a swift, fluid motion, Zuko lifted his leg, effortlessly deflecting the club to the side with a kick. The warriors, his momentum carrying him forward, had no time to react. Before he could even process what had happened, Zuko's foot was a blur of motion once more. The second kick struck the young lad squarely in the chest, sending him flying backward. He landed with a heavy thud in the snow, his head sinking into the soft, cold blanket.

The man struggled, his arms flailing as he tried to free himself from the snow that now encased his head, but it was no use. He was trapped, the cold seeping into his bones, his cries muffled by the snow.

Zuko didn't even glance back at the fallen man. His focus was solely on the village ahead. His guards, followed by a growing number of soldiers, marched down the ramp behind him, their expressions as hard and cold as the landscape around them. The villagers, realizing the hopelessness of their situation, began to retreat, their courage failing them in the face of such an overwhelming force.

As he continued his advance, the fog began to lift, revealing more of the soldiers that now spilled forth from its belly. The village, so small and insignificant against the backdrop of this invasion, seemed to shrink even further under the weight of the impending confrontation.

Zuko's thoughts were a tempest of anger and determination, fierce as the one he was about to walk into.

"These people... this village... is just another obstacle in my path, another reminder of the weakness that has plagued me for too long. I will not be deterred by their pathetic attempts to fight back. I have faced greater enemies than these, and I have come too far to be stopped now. My destiny awaits, and nothing—no one—will stand in my way." With each step, his resolve hardened.

He would find what he was searching for, no matter the cost. And if the villagers had to pay the price for standing in his way, then so be it.

The village, once a quiet and peaceful place, was now the stage for a new kind of battle.

Lixin suddenly chimes in, trying to break the awkward silence. "Okay, people, we come in peace, but we might have accidentally destroyed your village..."

Zuko, with his signature grumpy demeanor, shoots a glare at Lixin. He snaps at Lixin, "Shut up and let me handle the talking!"

His rage was like a storm, simmering just beneath the surface as he scanned the huddled crowd of villagers. The icy wind whipped through the village, but it was nothing compared to the cold fury in Zuko's eyes.

He barked out, "Where are you hiding him?"

The villagers, trembling, exchanged anxious glances, but none dared to speak. Their silence only fueled Zuko's anger. He stalked forward, his boots crunching in the snow, until his eyes locked onto granny, the village elder. Without hesitation, he reached out, his hand closing around the hood of her parka, and yanked her forward with a rough jerk.

Lixin had the nerve to offer some unsolicited advice, "I don't think that's how you pry the information, my friend."

Zuko was already on edge. This wasn't the first time that Lixin had interjected with his opinion... He didn't need his input on how to handle the situation.

The prince had quite enough of his comments, responded back with a quick, "I said shut up!"

Then he loomed over the old granny, his face inches from hers, his voice low and menacing as he demanded, "He'd be about this age, wouldn't he? The master of all elements?"

Gran Gran, or Kanna, as the villagers knew her, quivered in his grip. Her old eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. Zuko's words hung in the air like a threat, and when he finally released her, shoving her back into the crowd, she stumbled but was quickly caught by the young girl, who rushed to her side.

"Are you okay, Gran Gran?" The girl's voice was filled with concern, but her eyes burned with anger as she stared at the firebending prince.

Kanna, her voice steady despite the ordeal, reassured her, "Yes, Katara. I'm fine."

But Zuko wasn't done. He was far from done. The villagers' defiance, their refusal to give him what he wanted, only made his blood boil hotter. He raised his arm, and with a fierce motion, he unleashed an arc of fire that sailed just above the heads of the villagers. The flames roared, licking the air above them, and the crowd ducked, covering their heads as they cried out in terror.

"I know you're hiding him!" His voice was thunderous, echoing through the frozen landscape.

The tension was broken by the sight of lone wolf's club lying abandoned in the snow, a symbol of the young warrior's determination and courage. But it wasn't over yet. He, despite the odds, wasn't ready to back down. He ran over to retrieve his weapon, his war paint smeared but his resolve unshaken.

"Sokka!" Katara called out, relief flooding her voice as she saw her brother rise to the challenge once more.

With a fierce battle cry, Sokka charged at Zuko from behind.

Of course Lixin knew the prince was ready for that, but he gave a warning anyway, "Behind you.."

Zuko spun around just in time, ducking under Sokka's wild swing. With a fluid motion, he grabbed Sokka by the arm and hurled him forward, sending him sprawling into the snow. Sokka, determined not to be bested, quickly scrambled to his feet, narrowly avoiding a blast of fire that Zuko sent his way.

The warrior retaliated, launching his boomerang at the firebender with all his might. Zuko barely managed to dodge the spinning weapon, his anger flaring as he followed its flight path until it disappeared. When he turned back to Sokka, his eyes were filled with fury.

Lixin observed Sokka's rigid stance and offered, "You gotta loosen up your muscles, be formless and flexible, like water. The key is to flow with the movement, not fight against it."

Sokka took a step back defensively, eyes darting around.

He nodded thoughtfully, trying to take in the advice. "Thanks, that would actually be really helpful," he said, his face lighting up for a moment as he realized the truth in Lixin's words. But then, he is hit by a sudden realization, his eyes widened in panic. "Wait a minute... Why am I taking advice from someone in the Fire Nation? No! This is all some kind of trick!"

Lixin groan and facepalm. Such is life in the Four Nation...

One of the village boys, desperate to help, tossed a spear to Sokka, shouting words of encouragement, "Show no fear!"

Sokka caught the spear and charged at Zuko again, this time with renewed determination. But Zuko was relentless. He blocked the spear with his forearms, breaking it into pieces with ease. The remains of the weapon were wrenched from Sokka's hands, and Zuko delivered a swift, humiliating series of jabs to Sokka's head with the blunt end, sending him crashing to the ground.

Zuko broke the spear in two, the sharp crack echoing through the village as he tossed the pieces aside. Sokka, dazed and in pain, rubbed his head, his resolve faltering. But before Zuko could strike again, Sokka's boomerang, seemingly forgotten, came whirling back into view.

Lixin narrowed his eyes, examining the strange flying objects in front of him. But instead of issuing a warning to Zuko, he simply sidestepped to the side and let the evitable happen.

Because screw the spoiled prince!

It struck Zuko on the back of his helmet with a resounding clang, pushing him forward in surprise. "Agh!"

For a brief moment, Zuko was stunned, his anger momentarily overshadowed by shock. He adjusted his helmet, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Sokka, who now stood with the boomerang at his feet, a small, defiant smile playing on his lips.

Zuko's fury reignited, and with a snarl, he conjured two fire daggers, the flames dancing dangerously in his hands as he prepared to finish the fight. The two warriors faced off once more, the outcome of the battle hanging by a thread—...

A distant shout interrupts the tense atmosphere, followed by the sound of something speeding across the snow.

"Hey! Looking for me?" The kid's voice cuts through the air, filled with playful confidence.

He emerges from a distance, riding rapidly on a penguin, which slides effortlessly over the snow-covered ground. The young Airbender holds his glider horizontally on the animal's back, his face set in a look of pure determination, tongue sticking out slightly as he focuses on the task at hand.

The scene erupts with surprise.

"Aang!" Katara exclaims, "I can't believe it! You're back!" here he is—the Avatar has returned!

Back to the scene, tension radiating from Zuko's posture. He turns just in time to see Aang slide beneath him, using the momentum of his penguin ride to knock Zuko off his feet. The Prince crashes to the ground unceremoniously, his legs flailing in the air before he finally lands face-first in the snow.

Aang launches himself into the air, gliding gracefully as Zuko spins a few times before coming to a stop, his helmet comically landing on his rear. The soldiers around Zuko exchange bewildered glances as their leader struggles to regain his composure, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"That... that was a lucky move, kid!" Zuko growls, trying to salvage his dignity as he scrambles to his feet, brushing snow off his face with more force than necessary.

"Maybe," Aang replies, a teasing glint in his eyes as he lands lightly on the snow, "Or maybe you just need to work on your balance." He winks, spinning his staff with effortless skill before assuming a fighting stance, "maybe you might want to practice a bit more."

Let's see about that...

With a quick gesture from Zuko, his men spread out, forming a loose circle around Aang. The Airbender, now on his feet, twirls his staff and assumes a fighting stance, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation. The soldiers tighten their grip on their weapons, ready to strike at a moment's notice—

A hardened snowballed hit a bullseye — their faces.

In the distance, Sokka's voice rings out, grinning ear to ear, fists pumping in the air. "Boom! Take that! Haha!" He cheers from the sidelines, clearly enjoying the spectacle unfolding before him.

"You show him, Aang!"

Aang moves swiftly, slamming his staff into the ground. A powerful wave of snow surges forward, rushing towards Zuko. The Prince braces himself, barely managing to withstand the force. The snow sprays over him, but he quickly heats it up with a surge of firebending, causing it to melt away. As the water drips from his armor, Zuko's expression hardens into one of shock and anger.

"You're... the airbender?" Zuko's voice is incredulous as he glares at Aang, his eyes wide with the realization. "You're the Avatar?"

Aang, unfazed, simply resumes his fighting stance, his staff held firmly in front of him. "That's right," Aang replies, "And I'm not going to let you hurt these people. I won't let anyone get hurt"

The two begin to circle each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Zuko's mind races, the weight of his years of training and preparation crashing down on him.

"I've spent years preparing for this encounter, training and meditating, and for what? To be outdone by a child?" Zuko hisses, frustration and anger seeping into his voice. "You're just a kid! And yet you managed to defeat me. How is it possible?" His mind races as he struggles to understand how he could have been bested by someone so young. "Years of preparations, wasted!"

Aang tilts his head slightly, his expression calm but tinged with confusion. He blinks a few times.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself," Aang says lightly, though there's a hint of concern in his eyes. "We all have bad days. Maybe today just isn't your day? Besides, I'm only twelve. You've got a few years on me I think, you're just a teenager," Aang replies, his tone light but with a slight edge that cuts deep into Zuko's pride.

The remark stings, and Zuko's temper flares. With a furious growl, he launches a barrage of fire blasts at Aang. The Avatar, quick on his feet, twirls his staff, creating a whirlwind that dissipates the flames.

"Stop parrying my attack!" Zuko roars, frustration boiling over as he charges forward. "And stop running! Face me like a real opponent, Avatar!"

Aang dodges effortlessly, using his airbending to stay one step ahead of Zuko's attacks. "Why would I do that? I don't need to prove anything to you."

But then, the villagers, caught in the crossfire, cower in fear as the flames roar above their heads. Aang's eyes widen in horror at the sight, and his heart sinks.

"Wait! Wait! Hold on..."

He can't let these people suffer because of him.

"If I go with you," Aang says, his voice steady as he lowers his staff and holds it out in a gesture of peace. His eyes meet Zuko's, and he hopes the Prince understands his intent. "Will you promise to leave everyone alone? No more fighting, no more hurting people."

For a moment, there is silence, Zuko considers the offer. Finally, he straightens up, his fiery gaze softening just slightly. He gives a curt nod, signaling his agreement. The soldiers move in, seizing Aang and taking his staff.

"No! Aang, don't do this!" Katara cries out, her voice breaking with emotion as she watches helplessly. She takes a step forward, but Sokka holds her back, his face grim.

Aang looks back at her, a surprisingly calm expression on his face despite the gravity of the situation.

"Don't worry, Katara," he says softly, trying to reassure her. "It'll be okay." His voice falters slightly as he's roughly shoved forward by one of Zuko's men. He gasps, but quickly regains his composure. "Take care of Appa for me until I get back. And make sure Sokka doesn't get into too much trouble."

"But Aang," Katara protests, tears welling up in her eyes, "What if—what if you don't come back? What are we supposed to do without you?"

No reply as the soldier roughly shoves Aang forward, causing him to stumble slightly. He catches himself, glancing back at his friends one last time.

Lixin sighed and pondered aloud, "Maybe that's just how the universe functions. Individuals enter and exit our lives, sometimes abruptly and without warning. The pages of our existence are written, and we must live with their endings. Or... perhaps one can defy the cosmic decree and alter their destiny."

Maybe he's onto something there, there's a way to take control of our destinies, to carve out our own identities in the ever-changing tides of life.

But then Sokka throws a snowball at Lixin, hitting him right in the face. And with a commanding tone, he says: "Slow-poke! Now get out of our village, you Fire Nation!"

Snow sticking to his face, looking like a snowman.

Lixin just wipes his face, unfazed, and retorts coolly, "Rude."

Then, he turns on his heel and heads back to his ship, unfazed by the chilly reception. Maybe he'll come back later with a whole arsenal of snowballs and unleash them on him.

Zuko, already boarding the ship, turns back briefly to give his final order, his voice filled with hint of something more—perhaps doubt.

"Set a course for the Fire Nation. I'm going home."

As the ship begins to ascend, there is a sorrowful expressions of the villagers below. Aang stands at the top of the walkway, his smile weak and forced, surrounded by Fire Nation soldiers. He tries to stay strong for them, but the weight of his choice is evident in his eyes.

Katara gazes up at him, her eyes shed a tears. She watches as the ship slowly rises, carrying her new profound friend away. Aang's face as his smile fades, replaced by a deep, contemplative frown. The scene closes with the image of the ship bowing upward, its massive hull blocking out the sky as it carries the Avatar towards an uncertain future.

The screen fades to black, the tension of the unresolved conflict lingering in the air.

SCENE 4 — COMICAL

The ship makes its way through the icy waters, surrounded by towering icebergs, their icy peaks gleaming in the sunlight. The crew members on deck are huddled together, their breath visible in the brisk air as they navigate the treacherous waters. The ship's hull creaks and groans under the weight of the ice, but it continues to forge ahead, its progress steady but slow. The cold is unrelenting by the way...

Iroh asked, a knowing tone to his voice, "I suppose you were watching it all happen, weren't you?"

His eyes gaze at him with a hint of curiosity, as if expecting the young general to confirm his suspicion.

"Indeed, I have," Lixin replied with a knowing smile, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before him. "I've been watching it all happen. And you know, I won't privy to some secret knowledge that only an old man could have. Because it was quite the show"

Hm... Interesting...

Iroh asked curiously, "I must say, this matter has certainly piqued my interest. Would you care to elaborate on what you just witnessed?"

What show could have been damn interesting? Did Zuko fall down the walkway like a clumsy oaf, he's walking along, thinking he's got his balance sorted, and then BAM! If it did happen then the Dragon of the West would find it endearing, while others might find it downright cringe moment.

Lixin began to mock Zuko, retelling the events of the battle that had occurred earlier.

"Ah, our Prince Zuko, what a spectacle he made of himself today," Lixin sneered, a smirk plastered on his face. "He really thought he stood a chance against the Avatar. Oh, how wrong he was. He was like a fish out of water, flailing about, trying to land a single hit on the bald kid with an arrow. But he failed, miserably."

Lixin is taking it further, decided to take some pot shots at the prince.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist making fun of how the battle had ended, Zuko could have easily captured him in a few seconds! And oh yeah, he landed face-first in the snow at the end." He is taking a cheap shot at the prideful prince.

Iroh couldn't help but express his amusement for a moment upon hearing Lixin's teasing words regarding Zuko. But then, he noticed something behind his back. His smile quickly faded, and a single bead of sweat dropped from his brow.

He tried to get Lixin's attention, "Uh, Lixin..." he attempted to warn him.

However, Lixin didn't seem to notice the change in Iroh's expression. He was too focused on his own disparaging remarks about Zuko, continuing with his barrage of criticisms.

"If he had wanted to, he could have done that. But he didn't. Maybe he shouldn't go around acting all high and mighty..."

Lixin had just finished giving Zuko a lame roasting, he thought he had made his point, but before he could even revel in his victory, he felt a poke on his shoulder. He turned around, expecting to see someone else, but there he was, standing tall and proud, with his men holding Aang captive. Zuko's gaze meets Lixin's, his expression is one of pure annoyance.

"Oh hi," Lixin muttered under his breath. "Sorry, I didn't see you there..."

Zuko gave a loud groan, expressing his disbelief at the excuse. he wasn't buying it. He then turned his attention to the staff, giving it a thorough inspection before speaking up.

"Whatever," he said with a hint of annoyance. "I have something in mind, but it's just a surface-level idea for now."

Zuko's eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and satisfaction as he held Aang's staff in his hands. The smooth wood was worn, bearing the marks of a long and storied journey. He ran his fingers along its length, feeling the subtle grooves and ancient engravings beneath his fingertips.

"This staff will make an excellent gift for my father. A symbol of my triumph over the Avatar." He paused, his expression hardening as he glanced towards Aang, who stood defiantly, though shackled and surrounded by Fire Nation soldiers.

Zuko's voice took on a sharper edge as he continued, "I suppose you wouldn't understand the importance of that, being raised by monks who chose a life of detachment and denial. Fathers are not something you would know of, are they?"

The words hung in the air, cold and biting... "What do they teach you? How to fold laundry in silence?"

Aang shot Zuko a defiant look.

Zuko's gaze lingered on Aang for a moment longer, as if daring him to respond, but the young Avatar remained silent, betraying no sudden move.

Turning away from Aang, Zuko addressed one of his soldiers, his tone now all business. "Take the Avatar to the prison hold," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. He then handed the staff to his uncle, Iroh.

Adding with a slight nod, "And take this to my quarters. Handle it carefully. It's worth more than life, I think..."

Iroh accepted the staff with a gentle, thoughtful expression, his brow furrowing slightly as he studied it. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, memories flickering in his eyes, but then he noticed Zuko had already begun to walk away...

The older man then turned to Lixin, who had been standing nearby, looking somewhat bored by the whole affair.

With a sigh, Iroh extended the staff to him, saying with a warm smile, "Hey, Lixin, do you mind taking this to his quarters for me? I think I've pulled something in my back, you know, old age and all that. I would appreciate it if you do."

Lixin took the staff, feeling its texture— no doubt, a relic of a time when the world was different. He hesitated for a moment, sensing the history embedded in the wood, but then turned to the firebender standing behind him.

He handed the staff over, instructing calmly, "Please, deliver this to the designated place."

The firebender, looking a bit confused, accepted the staff with a hesitant nod. Iroh, meanwhile, strolled away, humming a cheerful tune as if he hadn't just passed off a supposedly priceless artifact and cause a brief domino effect.

Meanwhile, Aang, flanked by two imposing soldiers, was shoved forward, he grunted as they forced him ahead, his heart heavy with the loss of his staff. As they moved, his gaze was fixed on the staff, a wave of helplessness washed over him.

"Hey, watch it!" he snapped, but they ignored him, dragging him toward the stairs leading below deck.

He cast one last, desperate glance at his staff as it was carried off by the clueless firebender, the door to the upper decks slowly closing behind him.

The outside world, the sky, and the open air disappeared from view, replaced by the cold, metal walls of the ship. Aang tried to keep an eye on his staff for as long as possible, craning his neck to catch a final glimpse, but it was no use. It was gone.

Aang and his captors descended a narrow staircase leading to the compartments below deck. The dimly lit corridor seemed to close in around him as they went deeper into the ship. He steeled himself, knowing that he would have to find another way to reclaim what was his—and to fulfill his destiny.

He sighed, resigning himself to the dark, stuffy compartment beneath the deck. "Great. Just great," Aang muttered to himself. "All I wanted was a peaceful trip, maybe some tea... but right now, I'm being hauled off like a sack of cabbages."

One of the soldiers pushed him again. "Keep moving, airhead."

Aang rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm going. But if you think you're getting a tip for this, you're seriously mistaken."

The soldier gave him a confused look, but Aang just kept walking, mentally plotting his next move.

Lixin stood alone on the deck, leaning against the rail and gazing out at the sea. As everyone else went their separate ways, he felt a sense of solitude wash over him. In this moment, he was left to his own thoughts, the sound of the waves crashing against the hull the only companion in this solitary moment. The wind whips at his clothing and the salty breeze makes his hair dance across his face.

Lixin took a deep breath and exhaled in a long sigh, reminiscing about the past. "It's been quite a while since I last saw Azula. The last time was when I was climbing the ranks in the Fire Nation Army," he mused.

A slight frown tugged at his brow as he considered the implications of it all. "She's probably fine, I hope," he added quietly, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice.

The longer the years passed, the more Lixin's thoughts returned to the princess. He couldn't help but wonder how much time had changed her, if at all.

Yet, he doesn't mind the chill. It's a moment of quiet contemplation, a chance to reflect on the path that lies ahead.

CLANG!

The metal door buckles under the force of Aang's airbending, crashing open with a resounding bang as he propels himself onto the deck. The door shudders on its hinges, the sound echoing across the Fire Nation ship.

Lixin spins around at the noise, his eyes narrowing as they lock onto the figure of the Avatar, who should be securely imprisoned below deck. "What in the name of—" he starts, his voice dripping with disbelief. Just moments ago, Zuko ensured that Aang was restrained.

Yet here he was, free and already making his escape.

Aang, oblivious to Lixin's presence, darts down the hallway, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. His heart pounds in his chest, each beat driving him faster, urging him to put as much distance as possible between himself and his captors. He glances over his shoulder, his wide eyes filled with fear, half-expecting to see a squad of Fire Nation soldiers hot on his trail.

The memory of the dark, suffocating cell still lingers, urging him to run faster, to flee before the soldiers catch up. "Gotta get out... gotta find my staff..." he mutters to himself, his eyes scanning for an exit.

Meanwhile, on the deck above, the helmsman maintains his vigilant watch, his gaze sweeping over the horizon. The calm is shattered as a soldier bursts up from below.

"The Avatar has escaped!" he shouts, his reaction is immediate— he whirls around to face the soldier, his expression of grim determination.

The helmsman's face hardens instantly. "Seal off all exits! Don't let him get away!" he barks, the soldier nods frantically and races back down the stairs, the alarm spreading through the ship like wildfire.

Lixin doesn't waste a second. He takes off after Aang, his mind racing as fast as his feet. The corridors twist and turn, the narrow passages amplifying the clamor of his pursuit. Ahead, he catches sight of Aang, a blur of motion, weaving frantically through the ship's interior.

His boots pound against the metal floor, the clangs mingling with the ship's growing alarm.

Aang skids to a halt as he rounds a corner, his path blocked by three Fire Nation soldiers, their swords already drawn and gleaming in the dim light. They stand as an impassable wall, the metal of their armor clinking as they shift into a battle stance.

His heart sinks—he's trapped, he's sandwiched, behind him is a man named Lixin, Infront of him is three soldiers, and the walls of the corridor closing in around him.

Lixin, arriving just behind, smirks to himself, a brief flash of amusement breaking through his stern exterior. "That kid is fast..." he mutters under his breath, impressed despite himself by Aang's speed and tenacity.

Aang's eyes dart around, desperately searching for an escape.

"Surprised to see us, Avatar?" the middle soldier sneers, taking a menacing step forward.

Aang swallows hard but forces a smile. "Uh, yeah, actually, I was just wondering..." he starts, raising a hand in mock casualness.

With a deep breath, he forces a smile, trying to mask his fear with bravado. "You haven't seen my staff around, have you?" he asks, almost casual, as if he's merely misplaced a toy and not his only weapon.

The soldiers don't answer immediately. They exchange glances, the question catching them off guard. Then, almost in unison, they reply with a simple, "No."

But before they can advance, Aang moves.

In an instant, he becomes a whirlwind of motion, his feet barely touching the ground as he sprints along the floor, then up the walls, spiraling in dizzying circles. The soldiers swing their swords in confusion, but Aang is too fast—he twists and turns through their legs, a gust of wind personified, and slips past them before they can even register what has happened.

"Thanks anyway!" Aang calls over his shoulder as he continues his flight, his voice echoing in the corridor.

Did that kid just go through them like a gentle breeze?!

"He's like a ghost!" one of the soldiers exclaims, eyes wide with disbelief as Aang darts away.

"Don't just stand there! After him!" another shouts, snapping them out of their daze. But by the time they turn, Aang is gone, vanished deeper into the labyrinth of corridors.

They are dumbfounded — Aang is still on the loose. The firebender's brow furrows as he sprints after the Avatar, determined not to let him slip away again.

Lixin see the soldiers standing there, their swords still drawn but useless. He shoots them a scathing look. "What are you all doing? He's getting away!"

One of the soldiers stammers, "He—he was too fast, sir! We—"

Lixin cuts him off, "Save your excuses for later," he snaps. "We can't let him escape, I mean... Would you like to see Zuko's never ending lash out?"

Without another word, he barrels down the corridor after Aang, leaving the soldiers to scramble in his wake.

Aang bursts through a set of doors, stumbling into another section of the ship. His mind races along with his feet, trying to map out a way to the top deck, where he might have a chance of escaping this metal labyrinth. But as he ascends to another level, he finds himself face to face with yet another new obstacle awaits him—a lone Fire Nation soldier blocking his path.

The soldier smirks, confidence oozing from his posture. "Not so fast, Avatar."

The soldier doesn't hesitate—he unleashes a blast of fire at Aang, The flames roaring down the narrow hallway. But Aang is already moving, vaulting forward, somersaulting over the soldier's head with the grace of an acrobat. As he passes, he twists in midair, using the sharp edge of the soldier's helmet to slice through the ropes binding his hands. The ropes snap with a satisfying clang as they hit the floor, and Aang lands nimbly on his feet, now fully free.

The soldier stumbles, thrown off balance. "How did—" he starts, but Aang is already gone, a gust of wind in his place, leaving him sprawled on the floor. The Avatar races onward, his newfound freedom fueling his speed.

Lixin arrives shortly after, helping the soldier to his feet. "You okay?" He has no time for pleasantries—the Avatar is still on the loose.

"Yeah, I'm fine," the soldier replies, accepting his offer, rubbing his helmet where Aang had deftly cut the bindings. "But... he's getting away, sir!"

Lixin nods, helping the soldier to his feet. "Not if I can help it," he mutters, more to himself than to the soldier.

"We'll catch him, sir," the soldier says, determination replacing his earlier confusion. "He won't get far."

"He better not," Lixin replies, his voice cold as steel. "Or I think you have to answer Prince Zuko."

He's helping the crew. He could just be a bystander, but he get bored real quick.

As they stand there, the clang of Aang's footsteps echoes from further down the hall, a reminder that the Avatar is still within reach. Lixin's eyes narrow with determination as he sets off once again,

"Spread out and seal the exits. Don't let him reach the top deck," he orders, already moving forward again. The soldier nods and hurries off, leaving Lixin to continue the pursuit, his eyes burning with determination.

"So this is your game huh? Hmm interesting. You're not getting away this time, Avatar," Lixin mutters under his breath as he disappears into the maze of the ship, the hunt is far from over.

Running through the metallic hallways with a determined stride, when something caught his eye. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, feeling his slippers lose their footing on the smooth metal floor. With a stumble, he caught himself and shuffled backwards a few steps.

A sly smile spread across his face, and he whispered a single word, "Tea..."

Tea was the one thing that could make this journey just a bit more bearable.

Sips it real quick before continuing.

He had finally reached Zuko's quarters. But he found it locked. Lixin quipped: "Well, that's not very helpful."

He shrugged.

"It seems that the Royal Prince has taken the necessary precautions to keep his room secure. I guess he doesn't want just anyone wandering into his personal space." He silently wondering what it would be like inside the prince's room. He could only imagine the secrets and treasures that might be hidden behind that closed door.—

Suddenly, from beyond the metal door, a clang and bang sound can be heard, followed by a muffled grunt. Something - or someone is behind that door, and it seems like Aang has already entered the room before Lixin. The muffled voices of Aang and Zuko are faintly heard.

But it's impossible to make out what they're saying.

Now, the question is, he wonder what awaits on the other side of that door.

"Looks like I'll have to find another way in." And so Lixin began to consider his options, because apparently, a locked door was not going to stop him from getting in—

Oh wait, the door is not entire sealed or lock either... Lucky for him.

He carefully pushed open the door, the metal groaning loudly in protest. He peeked inside, what he saw on the other side took him by total surprise. The room was in total disarray, a chaotic mess of scattered papers, overturned object, and overturned tables.

Aang nimbly avoided Zuko's repeated attacks, his agile movements making it seem like he was gliding on air. Each burst of flame that Zuko sent his way was dodged with ease, until the prince, with a furious shout, unleashed a wide arc of fire. The intense heat shattered Aang's air scooter, dispersing the swirling winds with a crackling hiss. Aang was thrown off balance, the force of the explosion sending him crashing into the stone wall beneath a grand, Fire Nation tapestry.

"Is that all you've got, huh!?" Zuko sneered, he watched Aang hit the wall. "You're supposed to be the Avatar! Fight me like one!"

Pain surged through Aang's body, but he quickly pushed himself up, gasping for breath.

"You don't have to do this!" Aang called out, his voice echoing through the chamber. "I don't want to hurt you!"

Zuko's eyes blazed with anger. "Then you'll only make this harder on yourself!" he yelled back, throwing another fiery punch at where he expected Aang to emerge.

The heat from Zuko's flames was suffocating, and the oppressive atmosphere of the chamber seemed to close in on him. With no time to waste, Aang scrambled under the tapestry just as another blazing fire blast streaked toward him, scorching the air where he'd been moments before.

Emerging at the top, he seized the heavy tapestry in a swift motion, ripping it from its hooks. With a determined look in his eyes, Aang hurled the tapestry at Zuko. The rich, crimson fabric unfurled in the air, its intricate gold patterns shimmering as it wrapped tightly around Zuko's body, binding him in its heavy folds. For a moment, Zuko struggled, his arms pinned to his sides, the surprise evident in his eyes.

This brief intermission was all Aang needed. He sprinted to where his glider lay on the ground, snatching it up with a deft movement. Spinning on his heel, Aang pointed the end of the staff directly at Zuko, who had just managed to ignite the tapestry with a fierce blaze, incinerating it in seconds.

"Enough with your tricks!" Zuko shouted, the fabric quickly disintegrated, leaving Zuko panting, his fists clenched in rage. "Face me, Aang!"

The scorched remnants fluttered to the ground, leaving Zuko standing there, his expression livid, steam rising from his clothes. He assumed a fighting stance, his fists ablaze, while Aang hesitated, a flicker of alarm crossing his features.

Zuko's breath came in ragged gasps, his frustration boiling over. Aang hesitated, gripping his glider tightly as Zuko assumed a fighting stance. For a brief moment, neither of them moved.

"Come on!" Zuko's voice was sharp, filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "Fight me! Or are you too scared to face the truth?"

"I'm not scared," Aang replied, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "But this isn't the way!"

"Stop trying to get inside my head!" Zuko snapped, lunging forward.

But Aang was quicker, using a burst of airbending to propel a discarded mattress lying in the corner of the room toward the Fire Nation prince.

Lixin, who had been watching the intense duel from the sidelines, cringed at the sight, his face twisting in discomfort. "Ooh... That's not pleasant..." he murmured, wincing as he imagined the impact.

The mattress collided with Zuko, the force of the blow sending him hurtling backward. He crashed into the wall with a sickening thud before slumping onto the mattress. Aang didn't let up; with a precise airbending technique, he sent the mattress shooting upward, smashing Zuko into the ceiling. The dull sound of the collision echoed through the room.

Lixin peeked from behind his hands, grimacing even more as he watched Zuko's body crumple onto the mattress again.

"Ouchie..." he muttered under his breath, barely able to look. "Yikes...That's gotta hurt..."

The mattress finally settled back on the floor, Zuko lying motionless, face down on the soft surface, the fight seemingly drained from him. Aang, breathing heavily but with a look of determination, glanced down at the Fire Nation general before him.

Lixin, quickly stepped to the side, gesturing toward the exit. "There... I cleared a way for you," he said with a voice that almost apologetic as if unsure of his role in the situation.

Aang looked at him and, despite the tension in the room, managed a playful grin. He winked at Lixin, saying, "Thanks, Mr. Flameo." With that, Aang turned and walked away, the staff in his hand clattering softly as it touched the ground with each step.

Lixin stood there, bewildered. "Mr. Flameo?" he repeated to himself, confusion written across his face. The nickname was odd, yet oddly fitting, considering the circumstances.

After a few moments of silence, when the sound of Aang's footsteps had faded, Lixin hesitantly approached Zuko, who was just beginning to stir.

"Oi, wake up," he said, crouching beside the prince and giving him a light shake.

Zuko's eyes fluttered open, and he groaned as the pain coursed through his body. His memory of the fight rushed back, and as he sat up, he clenched his fists, his expression darkening with anger. The defeat stung, and the fire of his determination rekindled, hotter than ever.

He slammed one into the mattress in frustration. "I was so close..." He muttered, filled with self-loathing.

"Yeah, well... maybe next time don't get distracted by a flying mattress," Lixin said awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.

But quickly regretting it when Zuko shot him a deadly glare.

"Get out of my sight, Lixin," Zuko hissed, pushing himself off the mattress with a pained grunt. "I don't need your help."

Lixin took a step back, raising his hands defensively. "Alright, alright, I'm going," he said quickly, not wanting to provoke Zuko any further.

He watched as the prince stormed out of the room, his anger radiating off him in waves.

As Lixin stood there alone, he sighed, muttering to himself, "What a mess... both literally and figuratively." He glanced at the ruined tapestry and the dented ceiling, shaking his head. "Well, at least it's not me getting thrown around this time..."

With one last look at the now-empty room, Lixin turned and walked away, already dreading whatever would happen next.

SCENE 6 — ESCAPE

Aang stood on the deck, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath, feeling the wind on his face. He spread his arms wide, welcoming the breeze that carried the scent of saltwater and freedom. With a playful grin, he tossed his staff over the balcony. The wooden staff unfurled into a glider, and with a quick leap, Aang was airborne, soaring above the ship with effortless grace. He laughed, feeling the weight of the world lift off his shoulders as he flew higher, the sky his only limit.

But his joy was short-lived. Out of nowhere, Zuko appeared, his figure a dark silhouette against the bright sky. His eyes were fixed on Aang with fierce determination. "You're not getting away this time!" Zuko yelled, leaping into the air with surprising agility. His arms outstretched, he managed to grab hold of Aang's ankle in a desperate lunge.

Aang's smile vanished, replaced by wide-eyed panic as he felt the sudden drag. "Ah, let go of me!" Aang shouted, his voice strained as he struggled to keep them both aloft. The glider wobbled dangerously under the added weight, dipping lower with every passing second.

From the bridge of the ship, Lixin watched the chaotic scene unfold. He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. "How desperate are you, Zuko?" he muttered, almost to himself, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off a headache. "This guy is insane... There are literally more episodes, we're not even in Siege of the North yet."

Back to Zuko, hanging onto Aang's leg for dear life, gritted his teeth. "I won't let you escape, Avatar!" he growled, determination burning in his eyes.

Aang's face contorted with effort as he tried to stay airborne, but it was no use. The two of them fell out of the sky, crashing onto the lower deck of the ship with a bone-rattling thud. They rolled across the metal floor, Aang's glider snapping shut as they came to a painful stop.

Zuko was the first to stir. His eyes, filled with anger and resolve, focused on Aang as he struggled to his feet. "You're not going anywhere," Zuko hissed, the fire of his rage simmering just below the surface.

Aang pushed himself up, wobbling slightly as he assumed a defensive stance. His heart raced, uncertainty gnawing at him. "How many times do I have to tell you old man?" Aang said, trying to reason with him. "You can still walk away."

Zuko's response was immediate and fierce. "I'M NOT AN OLD MAN! And also! I don't think so, Avatar! This is my destiny. I will capture you, and I will restore my honor!" His hands ignited with flames, the heat rippling in the air between them.

Before Zuko could launch his attack, a deep, resonant growl echoed across the deck. Both fighters froze, their attention drawn to the sky.

Aang's face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy as he spotted his loyal companion descending from the clouds. "Appa!" he exclaimed, waving his arms to catch their attention.

Zuko's eyes widened in shock as he saw the massive sky bison approaching. "What... What is that?" he stammered, momentarily forgetting about the fight in his disbelief.

Appa roared as he swooped down, with Katara and Sokka perched on his saddle.

Aang's excitement was palpable. "You found me!" he shouted, his heart swelling with gratitude.

But Zuko wasn't about to let this distraction ruin his chance. With a quick motion, he hurled a fireball at Aang, who barely managed to react in time. Aang spun his glider, deflecting the attack, but the force of the motion sent him spiraling into the air. He landed precariously on the edge of the deck, his arms flailing as he tried to regain his balance.

Zuko, relentless as ever, fired two more blasts in quick succession. "You can't escape, Avatar!" he shouted, his voice carrying a mix of anger and desperation.

Aang, desperately deflecting the attacks, lost his grip on his glider. The staff spun away, landing out of reach. Aang found himself teetering on the edge of the ship, the drop to the ocean looming behind him.

Zuko's response was a fierce growl as he prepared another attack. But Aang, realizing he was out of options, took a deep breath and summoned the power of the wind. The air around him swirled, forming a protective barrier.

"I'm sorry," Aang said softly, more to himself than anyone else.

With a powerful gust, the wind exploded outward, knocking Zuko and several soldiers off their feet. Zuko tumbled backward, shouting in surprise as he fell over the edge, barely managing to grab hold of the anchor chain.

From Appa's saddle, Sokka and Katara leaned over, their eyes wide in shock. "Is that angry guy earlier?" Sokka asked incredulously, pointing at the dangling prince.

Katara nodded, her voice tinged with worry. "He's not giving up, is he?"

Appa landed with a heavy thud, and Katara and Sokka quickly slid down, running to Aang's side.

"Aang!" Katara called out, her voice full of concern as she reached him. "Are you okay?"

Aang, exhausted and slumped against Appa, managed a weak smile. "Hey, Katara. Hey, Sokka... Thanks for coming," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sokka gave him a cheeky grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I couldn't let you have all the glory," he joked, though his eyes betrayed his worry.

Aang chuckled weakly. "I... I dropped my staff," he murmured, his gaze drifting to where the glider lay.

Sokka nodded, determined. "Don't worry, I'll get it!" he declared, sprinting across the deck toward the fallen staff.

As Sokka reached for the staff, he suddenly felt a tug. He looked down to see Zuko's hand gripping the other end, the prince struggling to pull himself up. "Seriously?" Sokka muttered in disbelief, his earlier bravado fading.

Zuko, gritting his teeth, glared up at Sokka. "You again—...," He hissed, his voice strained with effort.

Sokka tightened his grip, his mind racing for a solution. "Not a chance! It was me who was supposed to say that kind of word!" he shot back. Thinking quickly, he began jabbing Zuko repeatedly in the head with the staff, as a revenge Zuko had done to him earlier. "How do you like that, huh?"

Zuko grunted in pain, his grip slipping. With one final jab, he lost his hold and plummeted back down, his fall only stopped by the anchor chain. Zuko dangled there, his frustration evident as he looked up at Sokka, who stood triumphantly with the staff in hand.

"Ha! That's from the Water Tribe!" Sokka shouted, his voice filled with pride.

Zuko, seething, muttered under his breath, "Damn you... This isn't over..."

Meanwhile, Katara was helping Aang onto Appa's back. Katara placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her worry deepening. "You're safe now, Aang. We've got you," she whispered.

But their relief was short-lived. The three soldiers who had been knocked down by Aang's airbending attack began to rise, their eyes fixed on Katara with menacing intent. They advanced slowly, the clink of their armor echoing ominously.

Katara's heart raced, but she steeled herself. She wouldn't let them harm Aang. With a determined look, she bent a stream of water from a nearby puddle, the liquid coiling around her like a living serpent. The soldiers hesitated, their confidence wavering as they realized she was ready to strike.

"Stay back!" Katara warned, her voice firm despite the fear gnawing at her.

One of the soldiers sneered. "A little water won't stop us, girl," he taunted, taking a step forward.

Katara's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that," she retorted, filled with resolve.

She swung her arms in a wide arc, intending to lash out with a water whip. But instead of striking the soldiers, the water froze in a sweeping motion, encasing Sokka's legs in ice.

Sokka looked down in disbelief, his earlier triumph evaporating. "Katara! My legs!" he shouted, struggling to free himself.

Katara winced, realizing her mistake. "Sorry, Sokka!" she called out, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She turned back to the soldiers, who were now closing in, her mind racing for a way to fend them off

Katara's heart pounded as she felt the icy chill of fear creeping up her spine. Her breath came out in shallow, rapid bursts, misting in the cold air as she stood, trembling. The soldier before her was frozen mid-motion, encased in a solid block of ice, his fingers still twitching as they tried to reach her. His expression was one of anger and determination, but now it was locked in place, powerless beneath the icy prison she had created. For a brief moment, Katara felt a pang of guilt, but survival instinct quickly overpowered it. She took a hesitant step back, her eyes wide with horror and resolve. Then, with a sudden burst of urgency, she whirled around and sprinted toward Appa, the giant sky bison who represented their only means of escape.

"Sokka, hurry!" Katara's voice was tight with panic as she clambered up Appa's side, gripping the thick fur desperately.

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!" Sokka shot back, his voice strained as he continued to hack at the ice binding his feet. His boomerang, usually so effective in battle, seemed almost useless against the relentless frost. "You think I don't know that? I'm just a guy with a boomerang! I didn't ask for all this flying and magic! And also, why does everything have to involve ice? Because this stuff is like a rock! Even rock is not harder than ice!"

"Sokka, we don't have time for this!" Katara urged, glancing nervously over her shoulder. "They're going to—"

"I know, I know!" Sokka interrupted.

With a final, determined swing, the ice around his foot shattered. He stumbled forward, nearly losing his balance, but managed to right himself just in time to scramble up Appa's tail. "Yip-yip! Yip-yip!" he shouted, more to steady his nerves than to urge Appa into action.

Appa grunted and took off with a powerful leap, his massive form soaring over the ship's deck. The wind whipped past them, cold and biting, as the ship quickly became smaller below.

Meanwhile, deep within the ship, Iroh stirred from his nap, rubbing his eyes groggily. He stepped onto the deck, squinting up at the sky as Appa flew by. For a moment, he wondered if he was still dreaming.

"Duh? Huh? Am I seeing spirit?" he mumbled, blinking in confusion as he watched the strange sight of the flying bison.

Zuko contorted in anger. "Uncle!" he barked, snapping Iroh out of his daze. "Where were you all this time? They're getting away!"

"Oh, I must have dozed off..." Iroh said apologetically, stifling a yawn. "It's been a long day, you know."

"This is no time for naps, Uncle!" Zuko snarled.

"Shoot them down!"

Appa ascended higher and higher, moving swiftly away from the ship. But just as they thought they were clear, Lixin emerged from the shadows of the hallway, stretching nonchalantly as if he had just awoken from a peaceful slumber.

His eyes, however, were sharp and calculating.

"So, that's how they work? Hm..." Lixin mused aloud, his voice calm and analytical. He assumed a firm stance, his body radiating an aura of controlled power. "I know what I'm doing. I've got this under control."

"Under control?" Iroh interjected, stepping forward with a tone of caution. "Lixin, that technique is—..."

His hands moved fluidly, his index and middle fingers forming a precise gesture as he summoned a spark of electricity. The air around him crackled with energy, the static growing more intense with each passing second.

Iroh's eyes widened in recognition and fear. He knew this technique all too well. "Lixin, no!" he called out, but his voice was drowned out by the violent hum of the electricity.

Zuko stood frozen in place, his jaw dropping as he watched Lixin's display of power. He had never seen such bending before, not like this. The electricity around Lixin became more volatile, the sparks dancing wildly as if the very air was alive with danger. Even the metal floor of the ship wasn't spared, the bright blue tendrils of lightning snaking across its surface.

"What... what are you doing?" Zuko stammered.

"What I was trained to do," Lixin replied, his tone cool and detached. "You wanted them stopped, didn't you?"

Zuko swallowed hard, torn between his desire to capture the Avatar and the realization that he was witnessing something far beyond his understanding. Before he could respond, Lixin released the energy. A massive bolt of lightning shot forth, aimed directly at Appa. The sky seemed to tear apart with the sheer force of the attack.

But by some twist of fate or perhaps the skillful maneuvering of Appa, the lightning missed its mark. It struck a nearby cliffside instead, the impact creating a thunderous explosion that sent snow and ice cascading down the mountain in a blinding avalanche. The snow and its shockwave rocked the ship, sending Zuko stumbling backward and causing Iroh to facepalm in exasperation at the unexpected turn of events.

"Well, that was... something," Iroh muttered, shaking his head.

Appa, undeterred, continued its ascent, the sound of the avalanche fading into the distance as they flew higher and higher. Aang, perched on Appa's head, glanced back at the chaos below and waved goodbye.

Down on the ship, Zuko glared at the destruction in disbelief. The ship's bow was buried under a thick layer of snow and ice, completely immobilized. His fists clenched in silent fury as he tried to process the disastrous outcome.

"Uncle, look what they've done!" Zuko exclaimed, shaking with rage. "This is a disaster!"

"Good news for the Fire Lord then..." Iroh said, carrying a hint of dry humor. "The Fire Nation's greatest threat is just a little kid. Not quite the fearsome adversary that I imagined. It was almost ironic, in a way. The Fire Nation had been fearing this threat for so long, but it had turned out to be just... A kid."

Zuko's eyes narrowed, his anger barely contained. "That 'kid', Uncle, just did this!" he snapped, gesturing furiously at the damaged ship. "And you too!" He pointed an accusing finger at Lixin, who merely shrugged, unbothered by the situation.

"You were supposed to stop them, not cause an avalanche!" Zuko shouted, the frustration boiling over. "What were you thinking?"

"Hey, they dodged my attack," Lixin replied with a casual indifference that only served to infuriate Zuko further. "I was thinking I'd get them, well it's not my fault they got lucky."

"That was reckless, Lixin!" Zuko shouted, his temper flaring. "You could have hit us too!"

"But I didn't." Lixin replied coolly, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. "And next time, I won't miss."

"There won't be a next time!" Zuko growled, his hands shaking with suppressed rage. "I'll take care of the Avatar myself!"

"As you wish" Lixin said with a slight bow, his tone mocking. "But remember, Zuko... sometimes, the most powerful tool is the one you don't see coming. Oh, I almost forgot. Talking about recklessness... Aren't you reckless too?"

"Whatever," Zuko growled, turning away sharply. "I won't underestimate the Avatar again." His voice rose as he barked orders at the soldiers on deck, pointing toward the snow-covered bow. "Dig the ship out and follow them!"

But as soon as he see Fire Nation soldiers using their firebending to melt the icy prison, chipping away at the ice left behind by Katara's waterbending...

"As soon as you're done with that" Zuko muttered under his breath, slightly embarrassed by the whole situation, his eyes followed Appa's fading silhouette in the sky, his determination only growing stronger.

"We'll catch them," he muttered to himself, his voice low but resolute. "And next time, they won't be so lucky."

Look at how far they had to go—and how much he still had to learn.

CHAPTER 1 — THE ODYSSEY OF LIXIN'S ETERNAL FLAME

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