The Firebender

I Just Love the Royal Family

Blinking rapidly, I tried to make the spots in my vision disappear. My head ached, I realized, as I sat up and tried to identify where exactly I was. There were three stone walls around me, but towards the front of the cell was a wall of metal bars. Past that was a very small room made of what looked like stone, and a final metal door that I presumed led to a hallway of some sort.

And I knew exactly where I was...

I was no stranger to this prison, since I'd been thrown in here just before my exiling, after literally burning down half an army. I shuddered at the memory and pushed it away. I supposed I should be honored, since this was where they kept powerful  firebenders, but it was still annoying. Looking around, I could see a small cot in the corner of the room, with no blanket (because I suppose I could use that  as a weapon). There was a small corner for me to use the restroom in, but other than that, the cell was completely empty, and I was sitting on the cool metal floor with literal rocks  encasing my hands. 

"Well, that's nice..." I said to myself, tugging at them hopelessly. Banging them against something would definitely make too much noise, so that  wasn't an option. I bit the inside of my cheek just as a thought came rushing back to me. "Ortie..." I whispered. His scream ripped through my mind again and I slammed my handcuffs onto the metal floor, making a resounding clang  echo through the hall. "Hey!" I screamed, slamming them onto the floor again and ignoring the aching pain in my wrists as I did so. "Hellloooo?!" I asked in a sing-songy voice, trying to ignore the break in my voice. 

"You are not alone, child." A voice sounded from from the wall beside me, and the breath caught in my throat as I looked over at it. There was a small hole in the bottom left and I slowly shifted my body so that I was closer to it. The small hole was small enough for me to see glimpses of someone who must have been in the next cell over. I tried to hide the small sob that escaped my lips, but ended up accidental letting out a shuddering breath. "How old are you, little one?" 

"S--seventeen." I said, trying to even out my breathing. 

"Mmm," He hummed calmly. "You are about the same age as my nephew. He is very troubled as well." There were a few quiet moments where you could only hear my erratic breathing before the man spoke again. "What is your name?"

I breathed in as much air as I could and let it out in a single breath. "Jiera Huzoka." 

"I see. Your name sounds familiar." 

I laughed lightly, wincing as it echoed through the empty room. "Yeah. I'm not very popular here."

"That's alright. Neither am I." 

"What's your name? If you don't mind me asking." 

"Of course I do not mind, Jiera. I am Iroh. Just Iroh." 

"Well, just Iroh. I'm glad I don't have to sit in here alone."

Iroh...why did his name sound so familiar? I was sure  I'd heard it somewhere, but if he was in here I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the Fire Nation knew about him too.