Fire

Fire circles me, it’s viscious yet kind heat is at once enveloping me. It is truly - extravagent. It
swirls, and circles - the flames are unpredictable from the tips of his fingers.
I have seen these flames grow from one’s palm - countless times - even from my own two
very hands. And my own flames are - powerful yet not as beautiful, and entrancing as his.
His flames - his fire are - mind blowing. They are delicate, however - so - monsterous, so
frightening.
They were amazing.

At once, I swift left, propelling myself with flames to then bolt towards the man, and land
on the man with a scorching ignitation of the ground before him. He - quickly realizes, and
too propells himself with flames backwards, letting me land to the floor with a bash.
“You’ve gotten predictable Zuko!” He yells, to then unexpectadly, sprint up to me, and leap
up in the air, no fire needed, and powers his leg to land on my shoulder. I hiss in pain at
once, this is then added by a flury of kicks, leaps, and even more kicks, as if he had forgotten
about arms at all.
I have no option but to then try snatch his leg - this shockingly works, and his face emotion
transforms into confusion, then will all my strength, I pull him to the floor.
He lays there, his eyes closed.
“I have beaten yo-”
“What did you say?” He peeks his left eye open and grins, to then use his flames to push
himself up, and flying above me to then land a powerful kick down on me. I watch him -
unable to move.
Did he deliberately miss?
“What-”
I am then met with, him - who had sprinted behind me, a shockwave of pain, as he kicks me
with a combo of three.
At once, I hiss, but then, I use my own - monsterous and powerful fire to create almost an
unescapable arena of fire.
His face turns into some sort of reflection irritation, and I smile at him. Then I begin to
manipulate the temperatures to grow hotter.
The man backs down and wipes sweat off his forehead - in his time period I quickly propell
myself to him, and with my two very hands - unlike him, I throw multiple bolts of punches.
Although, as I do this, I make sure to lower the ring of fire around us, till we are back to the
fighting grounds.
I grab him by the scruff of his shirt, and push him down, to then kick him.
To then kick him - he grabs my leg, and throws me down to the floor abruptly, I yell in pain.
It ends there for neither of us resented to getting up and finishing the fight.
“ What did you say, I’m predictable?”
“But you are! Your so predictable, your lucky I let you win - ‘ Firelord Zuko’ “ He mimics
my title, to then pull himself up and scratch his dark red hair. Then he approaches me, and
pulls me upwards to then place a hand on my back. “You did - okay.” He adds to his speech
with a chuckle.
“ Okay-? No Im sure I did better.”
“Better? No i’m better at fighting then you - back their I was on purpose being easy on
you.” He protests, grinning at me, his upturned, scarlett monolid eyes burning with a rare,
untouchable passion. Then he bursts into laughter.
I only watch him, my face drooped with embaressment.
“You act 40, chill, you still just 18.” He added, waving his hands around.
“ I’m the firelord, life isn’t all fun like it was - seven years ago.” I admit, although…
“Seven years ago, oh shut it - we met like 10 million times while you were in execution.” We
began to walk to the rooms to get changed and enter the hot springs and shower. “ You act
differently these days, is it stress?” He stops and looks at me, a complete change of mood.
Those words of his remind me of my uncle, those words of his make me lose my mind.
“Stress or what, I’m just - “ I pause, in a moment of concentration, wondering what to say.
“Growing up.”
“Then your growing up far- far to fast, before you know it, your going to be like 80 and
teaching the next avatar.”
“You believe i’m going to outlive that nutrious Aang, please, he always finds a way to life, I
know this by experience.” I waved my hands in gestures of exgeration.
“ You even speak like an adult, plus, I don’t want you to die.”
“I am an adult, and everyone dies.”
“Your not - your a ‘young adult’ “ He taunted.
“Let’s just go the the hotsprings.” I stopped, since the two of our rooms at this holiday
room were beside eachother.
“If you say so.”

I entered the room, and quickly pulled my clothes off my body. I folded these, and hanged
them in my wardrobe. Afterwards, I snatch a black, satin robe that shows my bare chest. I
tighted the robes, hoping that It might just close the little gap, but, to my expectations, it
doesn’t. I sigh, I shouldn’t of let that maid do my shopping. Afterwards, I pull my black
hair backwards into a short, stubby ponytail. They say hair is a gift from your parents in the
Fire Nation, that you should treasure it, yet, as a punishment those years ago, it had been
chopped away unable to be grown back till I ‘found the Avatar’. I ruffle my hands through
my neck length hair recalling the days of my execution. I shiver.
And that pain shocks me once more, sending ripples of agony, scorching and eating away
my eye. Nobody would ever love me properly because of hideous mark. Not even Mai
thought I was beautiful enough. Sometimes I think i’ll remain the banished prince forever.
As I’m doing this, I had thought that I’d heard a large collison of things dropping, and
scattered steps in my friends room. I pause, should I check it out? Has something
happened? I shake my head, he’d probably just slipped, like he always does, it always
happens.
I lunch for my basket that contains soaps and shampoo’s, and leave the room.

I was first. Looking around, I sigh, knocking the door of my friends room. Nobody replies.
Nobody replies…I recall the loud bangs and muffled screams from my friends room.
I freeze.
I drop my basket.
I push the door open, abruptly

Nobody was their, not a single soul, all I could see was an array of things thrown around,
and not him. I felt a brick in my throat. And my breathing is as loud as my words, and my
thoughts no longer echo, and my life-
Ripples of f