5 spending time with my siblings

both of my siblings, were dancing with their weapons... we played a majestic dance of war, aganst one another

Zuko stood his ground, as he brandished his duel blades, and immersed himself in flames... sending large swaths of flame towards his sister....

while she created blue flames, with her spear, and sliced through them all.... using her spear with almost unmatched agility and skill... while they were defending aganst each other... i wielded my sword and watched.... they wanted to contest, with who would go aganst me, my attention...

they had grown up finely these years, zuko now had a chisseled body, and he was completely unlike the original zuko in the story line, he was skilled, calm and collected...

while Azula was much more hmm... herself? but her obession with my attention only grew as time passed... along with her love and adoration... along with her firm unknown belief in my ability.

she aspired to be with me at all times... i dont get her much at all...

but that is how it is...

i was five years old... while respectively... Azula was 4 and my brother 3...

they were already showing their budding talent of warfare...

luckily in this world, the children grew up faster due to their inner chi, a power humans on earth didnt have... nourishing their bodies. making them grow up well.

specially those with the power to bend, it was as we were made to go to fight... live, and become great individuals....

the power to bend is a miraculous thing....

the power to control an element... is simply intoxicating....

the war had started, not too long ago... and our soldiers were sent off to war...

this was when my father, called me to the throne room...

....

i stood aloofly as everyone in the room looked towards me, his council....

he spoke and his voice traveled around the room....

"my son...." his voice ominous and dark, but it held a certein gravity towards it, after all he was still a firelord, with the talent to back him... its just he was out my league.

if i wanted to, i could beat his ass with cane stick, and wouldnt be able to do a thing about it.

that goes for everyone inside this room as well... and they knew it...

they looked at me as if a hungry wolf upon a prime sack of meat... a golden potential recourse....

i solemnly looked upon them...

custumarily it was rude to not bow before a king, no a lord. lord of the fire nation, demanded respect... it was a vital role, as one would lead their people, but the thing is... i held nothing towards my father, but he didnt seem to know it.

"my father."

i was clad in a pure black kimono, and i heard a rustle at the door, and i saw two sets of eyes peek through the crack....

it would do them no good, for them to see such a thing, they loved him, even if it was a distant relationship... my mother had long been sent away, and it was just three now, not counting this bastard sitting upon his throne...

and they knew it too...

i was all they had, despite the wealth of a prince and princess...

"i wish for you to go to the battle front, and join your uncle iroh, in conquering ba Sing Se."

silently i mused...

what should i do...

all the council seemed to be aware of this, and didnt say a word aganst sending a child barely 5 years old, a prince of their nation to a foreign enemy nation who is at war with them... no if anything it seemed to them i could be of intrumental use, in the war effort...

not allowing me to think, or deny... i saw the door open behind me