I have not very fond memories of my childhood. My mother left. Why, I have no idea. My father "loved" me. My sister saw me as worthless. But, you. You were the light. I only saw you during school. I heard that you were the son of a general, and a prodigy. I heard that you were better than even Azula. 2 months later, I see you moving into the palace. Little did I know that you were going to be my best friend.

Right now, me and you are in a war meeting. I am sitting right next to my father and a war map is on the table. I see you sitting in the table. You, the youngest general in Fire Nation history at 15. I was a year younger than you at 14. The general says that he will move Fire Nation soldiers to a spot where they will die.

"No!" I spit out without permission. Everyone turns to me. I see you look at me with wide eyes.

"As a high rank of the Fire Nation, you are supposed to protect them, not send them off to die."

Time skip. I am on a stage with another figure on the other side. People are watching and I am in my fighting stance. My eyes widen when I see who. My father, Ozai.