Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2007 22:41:59 GMT -6
((Well here is Iroh, hope I get him as well))
The dripping of rain water onto the floor would ordinarily be viewed as a true delight in sound. Its volume was low and its ability to create harmony in a meditating man was immense; and yet here it only brought worry. The thoughts that creaked in an old man’s head were filled with much regret as he looked down at his half empty tea cup. The reflection of his soul was seen in this cup for at that current moment he was half empty.
The eyes showed his emotion as they reddened with worry about the one he cared for. His bald head was covered by a green hood that had much wear and tear in it; his wrinkled face gave the look of fragileness as his broken heart help raise that illusion ever more.
Zuko… Iroh thought as a small drop triggered a massive wave in his tea cup; it was rather hard to comprehend that only a few minutes ago he was happy and full of life.
The only people that said that the war only affected those outside the Fire Nation had never met this man, for then their ideas would change. This war brought unto Iroh only pain and despair those he loved died and those who now held his love were killing themselves as the war continued. It would be hard to picture this man as the heir to Azulon and as the true Fire Lord, but that was who he was.
A sigh escaped Iroh’s lips as he took another sip of his tea, usually this would bring joy to him but with Zuko out in a storm he couldn’t relax and he couldn’t stop worrying. It was his fault that he ran off alone that argument they had about pursuing the bison that they saw in the sky took Zuko away.
“Why?” Iroh asked himself as he thought about what he did, if he had gone he would’ve been able to care for him, but now he remained in a shanty wooden shack drinking tea all alone.
The crackle of thunder and the flash of lightening only brought more worry unto Iroh as he looked out at the forest just a few meters ahead. Why did the universe like to hurt him so? All he ever did was care and for that he lost everyone.
First Lu Ten and now Zuko. The spirits sure do like to hurt me, what did I do to deserve this? Who did I hurt to get his? Iroh thought as he felt a tremendous ache in his soul, these thoughts only brought pain to the old retired Fire Nation General.
“No,” Iroh said to himself proudly as he got and went outside, the winds and rain pushed against Iroh as his clothing moved this way and that giving in to the storm. Iroh made a left as he headed over to the ostrich-horse which was now under a tree protecting itself from the rain as Iroh approached it it began to let out cries for help. It knew Iroh wanted to ride him and it wanted no part in this storm.
Iroh grabbed the reigns and made the poor bird look into his wounded eyes and into his soul. Then it just gave up and let Iroh get onboard it, something he did got it to give up. A quick kick at the sides and the bird was off running into the forest.
Each foot led both of them through branch and mud, each one trying to keep them away from Zuko. Then after a couple of minutes they both came up to a halt as they saw a small figure in the shadows being swallowed by earth and it wasn’t some person it was Zuko.
“Zuko!” Iroh shouted as he pulled the bird’s reigns and directed it to him; Iroh couldn’t wait to get to him and so just as the bird began to turn Iroh quickly jumped off and ran to his nephew. The short run felt like an eternity as the wind pushed against him.
When he finally reached his battered and mud covered nephew Iroh fell to his knees and tried to pull him out. The mud wouldn’t give and so Iroh continued to pull until the mud was finally beaten and he had Zuko in his arms.
Iroh held the Banished Prince dearly as he tried to warm his freezing body with his bending by warming his own.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky and as it faded away the ostrich-horse was nowhere to be seen, the flash scared it off and so it left Iroh and Zuko stranded in the forest.
Iroh looked down to Zuko’s mud covered body; his hand slowly went to the scar that was put on his face. In a way Iroh put that scar on his face for he shared the same blood as the one that did that to Zuko.
In the beginning Iroh was trying to fill that void, left by his son, with Zuko but as time passed he realized that he couldn’t for Zuko was someone else. It was a painful thought to Iroh whenever he thought about. What if the love for Zuko wasn’t for him, what if it was for his own son? No that couldn’t be it Iroh couldn’t doubt it he knew he loved Zuko and he loved him as his own.
“Why do you do this?” Iroh asked the unconscious body of Zuko as he held him in his arms. Things would get better, he knew they would and hoped they would.
The dripping of rain water onto the floor would ordinarily be viewed as a true delight in sound. Its volume was low and its ability to create harmony in a meditating man was immense; and yet here it only brought worry. The thoughts that creaked in an old man’s head were filled with much regret as he looked down at his half empty tea cup. The reflection of his soul was seen in this cup for at that current moment he was half empty.
The eyes showed his emotion as they reddened with worry about the one he cared for. His bald head was covered by a green hood that had much wear and tear in it; his wrinkled face gave the look of fragileness as his broken heart help raise that illusion ever more.
Zuko… Iroh thought as a small drop triggered a massive wave in his tea cup; it was rather hard to comprehend that only a few minutes ago he was happy and full of life.
The only people that said that the war only affected those outside the Fire Nation had never met this man, for then their ideas would change. This war brought unto Iroh only pain and despair those he loved died and those who now held his love were killing themselves as the war continued. It would be hard to picture this man as the heir to Azulon and as the true Fire Lord, but that was who he was.
A sigh escaped Iroh’s lips as he took another sip of his tea, usually this would bring joy to him but with Zuko out in a storm he couldn’t relax and he couldn’t stop worrying. It was his fault that he ran off alone that argument they had about pursuing the bison that they saw in the sky took Zuko away.
“Why?” Iroh asked himself as he thought about what he did, if he had gone he would’ve been able to care for him, but now he remained in a shanty wooden shack drinking tea all alone.
The crackle of thunder and the flash of lightening only brought more worry unto Iroh as he looked out at the forest just a few meters ahead. Why did the universe like to hurt him so? All he ever did was care and for that he lost everyone.
First Lu Ten and now Zuko. The spirits sure do like to hurt me, what did I do to deserve this? Who did I hurt to get his? Iroh thought as he felt a tremendous ache in his soul, these thoughts only brought pain to the old retired Fire Nation General.
“No,” Iroh said to himself proudly as he got and went outside, the winds and rain pushed against Iroh as his clothing moved this way and that giving in to the storm. Iroh made a left as he headed over to the ostrich-horse which was now under a tree protecting itself from the rain as Iroh approached it it began to let out cries for help. It knew Iroh wanted to ride him and it wanted no part in this storm.
Iroh grabbed the reigns and made the poor bird look into his wounded eyes and into his soul. Then it just gave up and let Iroh get onboard it, something he did got it to give up. A quick kick at the sides and the bird was off running into the forest.
Each foot led both of them through branch and mud, each one trying to keep them away from Zuko. Then after a couple of minutes they both came up to a halt as they saw a small figure in the shadows being swallowed by earth and it wasn’t some person it was Zuko.
“Zuko!” Iroh shouted as he pulled the bird’s reigns and directed it to him; Iroh couldn’t wait to get to him and so just as the bird began to turn Iroh quickly jumped off and ran to his nephew. The short run felt like an eternity as the wind pushed against him.
When he finally reached his battered and mud covered nephew Iroh fell to his knees and tried to pull him out. The mud wouldn’t give and so Iroh continued to pull until the mud was finally beaten and he had Zuko in his arms.
Iroh held the Banished Prince dearly as he tried to warm his freezing body with his bending by warming his own.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky and as it faded away the ostrich-horse was nowhere to be seen, the flash scared it off and so it left Iroh and Zuko stranded in the forest.
Iroh looked down to Zuko’s mud covered body; his hand slowly went to the scar that was put on his face. In a way Iroh put that scar on his face for he shared the same blood as the one that did that to Zuko.
In the beginning Iroh was trying to fill that void, left by his son, with Zuko but as time passed he realized that he couldn’t for Zuko was someone else. It was a painful thought to Iroh whenever he thought about. What if the love for Zuko wasn’t for him, what if it was for his own son? No that couldn’t be it Iroh couldn’t doubt it he knew he loved Zuko and he loved him as his own.
“Why do you do this?” Iroh asked the unconscious body of Zuko as he held him in his arms. Things would get better, he knew they would and hoped they would.
