Word Count: 452 (it's tiny, I know, but you'll see why)
7 months later
Phil wakes up instantly as his door opens. PJ walks in with a small smile on his lips and Phil sits up with a confused look on his face as PJ sits on the edge of his bed.
"Why're you so happy this morning?" he asks. PJ's smile grows and Phil chuckles slightly. "What, Peej?"
"What day is it?" PJ asks and Phil pretends to think for a moment. PJ shoves Phil's shoulder and Phil laughs.
He smiles at PJ. "It's your birthday, duh," Phil says and PJ squeals, quickly standing. Phil just gets out of bed as he rolls his eyes and walks over to the dresser in the corner of the room. Even though the stone warehouse walls fill his vision, the red carpet beneath his feet adds color to the room. As Phil finds clothes, PJ's phone starts to ring.
"I'll be right back," PJ says excitedly and Phil nods, not even turning back to see PJ's face.
PJ closes the door and answers the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Peej. Happy Birthday," a male voice says to him and PJ smiles.
"Thank you," he says and he hears the other person chuckle. The two talk for a couple minutes before PJ realizes that he should probably get back to Phil. "I should get going."
"Of course. I'll talk to you later, PJ. Bye."
"Okay. Bye, Dan," he says, hanging up the phone and shoving it in his pocket before going back into Phil's room.
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Dan puts on his prince clothes after hanging up the phone and heads down the spiralling stone staircase. He takes a deep breath as he opens the doors to the dining room with a fake smile plastered on his face. His father smiles at him happily from the end of the table as Dan makes his way to his spot. He sits and begins to eat.
"So, Daniel, how are you this morning?" his father asks, attempting to make small talk. Dan looks at him and nods.
"Oh good." He replies very shortly before taking another bite but his father doesn't seem to notice. They decide not to talk for the rest of breakfast and after their done, Dan goes back up to his room.
When he's finally alone, he sits on his bed and holds out his palms in front of him. He closes his eyes and focuses on his hands. In a matter of moments, his hands are engulfed in blue and white flames hot enough to melt metal. He opens his eyes and looks at his fingers in awe, careful to keep his control and not burn his whole room down.
What a time skip, am I right?
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FanfictionDan is a firebender and a soldier for his father, the king. He's the prince and for years on end, he's been given the task to capture as many icebenders as possible. Phil is an icebender and a rebel for a society his father created. Anyone who is ag...
