Prince of Fire

[brynna]

Hello, folks!
This little story of mine has been in the works for a very long time, as my fellow AF.net peeps can tell you. (: I hope you enjoy it!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Prince of Fire
Chapter One: Morning

At eighteen, he had the world to gain. He had the best training the Fire Nation offered. He had mastered every tactical strategy, bending, hand-to-hand combat, and political course thrown at him. His smooth talking and witty charm gave him an ease with women even his handsome younger brother would never claim.

Iroh, Crown Prince of the Fire Nation, felt his power grow within him as the fiery sun rose in the East. He was confident as he overlooked the city he would one day rule as Fire Lord. The people were scurrying about in the early morning light, preparing for the day.

---

Zania looked in the mirror. She began to apply her face paint, feeling the stiffness in her bad elbow. Today might be harder than I thought.

She was a Firedancer, and a good one. One of the best. But pride kept her dancing in the streets and not the Houses. Sure, she could make a good living in there, but out here, she kept her dignity.

With a last stroke of crimson beneath her dark amber eyes, she finished her make-up, an almost mindless task after nine years of work. Buckling the clasps of her dress about her wrists, she stepped out of her apartment into the dingy alley.

Time for work.

---

Iroh knocked as he opened the door.

"Ozai...oh, Ozai!" he called. "Guess who's going to the festival tonight?"

Ozai grunted and turned a page in a strategical text.

"Oh, I thought surely you'd show more interest, but I guess you're not interested in Ursa and her family...I'll just leave now."

The book snapped shut.

"Oh good! You'll come."

"Is...is she really gonna be th-ere?" Ozai's voice cracked mercilessly.

Poor kid. Thirteen's a tough age, Iroh sympathized. "Of course, everybody's gonna go. Besides, her father was just here requesting a guard for the night."

Ozai coughed and vainly tried to lower his voice. "Perhaps I'll go then."

"And you know, if she isn't there, there's always a Firedancer or two to make things interesting."

"Iroh! They're beneath us! They're just dirty, poor beggars with no decency!"

"Ah, but they're fun to watch, aren't they?" Iroh smirked as he watched Ozai squirm against his will. "I'll take that as a yes."

"I'll come tonight. When are you leaving?"

"I'll leave for the bazaar two hours past midday. But in the meantime, I believe I'm ready for some breakfast. Do you want something? Some tea, perhaps?" Iroh smiled, any excuse for tea is a fine excuse.

"I hate tea. And I'm reading," Ozai replied shortly.

"I'll see you this afternoon, then." With that Iroh left the room.

---

Zania turned from the alley into the main marketplace. Vendors were already setting up their best products. The Festival of the Sun started today at noon. The festivities would start quietly in reverence of the power of Fire, but would soon grow wilder and wilder, culminating at tomorrow's sunrise, when the entire city would stand silently in the plaza before the palace. At the word of the Fire Lord, the festival would end and people would go back to their daily business.

She fought back a grimace. It would be a busy night, and she'd have to stay awake all night. She'd have plenty audience members, and if she performed well, she'd be able to pay rent for a while.

My elbow just had to pick today to hurt, didn't it?

She walked quickly, trying to avoid attention. She had a brown robe on over her dancing outfit, but her painted face was still visible, so she kept her face down. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a younger dancer setting up territory next to a scarf stand. Doesn't she know what she's doing? She strolled over to the girl, swearing under her breath, trying to stay inconspicuous.

"Taira! You can't set up here!" she whispered hoarsely. "There's a House across the street. Are you blind or just plain stupid?"

"I...I...didn't see it..." the girl stammered quietly.

"Do you think they'll buy that? Do you think the guards they'll send out here haven't heard that before?" Zania took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Let's just get out of here." She smiled a bit. "Why don't you work with me for the morning? It's going to be a long night, and we'll need to conserve our energy." Zania's hand unconsciously strayed to her elbow. "I, for one, am not feeling up..." Her voice trailed off as Taira's eyes widened in fear.

Strong hands clasped Zania's shoulders and a rumbling voice spoke quietly in her ear.

"Tell me, Zania. Is your elbow bothering you again?"

-------------------------------------------------------------------

[Sarcasmic Canadian]

Love it... all over again.

[Liamane]

Wow, very original! I like it! ^____^ Great job!

[Black Angel]

This is well written. And the characters seem to be in character though most don't know much about the OC's personalities yet. (No pun intended.)

[brynna]

Thank you, thank you!

-----------------------------------------------------

Chapter Two: Lessons

"More tea, sir?" a slow blush crept up her face, but her hands stayed steady as she held the steaming kettle.

"Thank you, my dear," Iroh said familiarly. She flushed again as she poured the tea. He clasped her free hand and gazed into her eyes. "Your Prince thanks you," a smirk curled his lips as she dropped her eyes and hurried toward the kitchen. He watched her form move gracefully before standing up and leaving. He didn't pay. No prince should have to.

Back at the palace, Iroh went to his room. "Bring all my festival outfits to me," he demanded of his attendants.

When they are all before them, he chose carefully. Deciding on a deep scarlet tunic and umber pants, dismissed his servants and changed quickly. He looked in a mirror and combed his hair before retying it. The Royal Family must look important and superior.

He smiled at his reflection. He did look good.

He went to fetch his brother. Today, I will teach him how to be a man. He chuckled. If he can keep his voice level...

Ozai had also dressed to impress. He looked much older than he was; he was almost as tall as Iroh. "Good choice of clothing, little brother."

"Thank you," Ozai muttered. "Let's go."

As they walked through the gates, Iroh put his arm around Ozai's shoulders. "Today, I'm fulfilling my duty to you as an older brother. I'm going to teach you how to smooth talk a woman into doing whatever you want her to."

Ozai paled.

"Don't worry," Iroh consoled him mockingly. "You won't be tested on it."

----

Zania kept her voice as even as she could. "Let the girl go and I'll come quietly. Your master wouldn't want a fight out here. It's bad for business."

The hands on her shoulders tightened. "You, girl," he grunted. "Get out of here." Taira looked at Zania, unwilling to leave her.

Zania smiled wanly. "Just go. And don't come back."

Taira ran.

The guard brought Zania into the gaudy building. Rich reds and golds filled the main room. They stopped in front of an ornate door and the guard knocked.

"Come in," a smoky voice called.

The guard opened the door and pushed Zania in. "Look who I found outside," he announced.

A gray-haired man sat in a plush chair behind a metal desk. "Zania, what a pleasant surprise!" he cried cheerily. "I thought you would have learned to stay away from here."

Zania ignored him.

"You always were stubborn, weren't you?" The man laughed softly, but his voice lost its friendly facade. "And too proud to know what's best for you. You could have saved yourself so much trouble by joining me." He appraised her thin frame. "You look so hungry, my dear. Would you care for something to eat?" He beckoned to one of his servants. "Will you not talk to me?"

Her gaze went straight through him even as the servant placed a tempting meal before her.

"You don't want any of my food?" Zania's stomach rumbled in protest.

"Come now, it won't hurt you. You could eat food like this everyday. You would never go hungry again if you worked here, you know." He helped himself to a bite off her plate. "You could be the main attraction, Zania. The crowning jewel, the prize possession of my House."

"I belong to nobody, especially not a sick tyrant like you, Rorzan."

Rorzan smiled. "I knew you'd speak to me. Don't worry, I won't tell anybody. It can be our little secret. Stay. I'll give you warm food and a warm bed. Anything you want, it's yours. You can stay here for as long as you'd like. I'd even consider you for the headmistress position once you stop dancing..."

Her heart raced. Warm food and a warm bed... The words resonated through her mind. Yeah, a bed warmed by some rich snob, her logic retorted. This isn't the life I want. I deserve better. "I'm not joining you."

"Shame." Rorzan sighed. He rang a bell. "Guard! I think my guest needs another lesson or two."

The guard came in and took Zania by the shoulders again, roughly pulling her out a back door. "You should have accepted his offer, wench," he said, pushing her to the ground.

[Sarcasmic Canadian]

Another great chapter.
I love the difference from Iroh in the show {who would always pay for his tea} to the Iroh back in his teens/young adult stage.

Zania is pretty awesome too....

[Beebs]

This isn't half bad. It is very original, I'll give you that. I really like the approach you've taken in writing the past. One thing that bothers me is how it constantly skips around; it feels too much like an RP. Perhaps if each section were longer or had more detail it would be better. Also, I'm a little confused, is dancing forbidden in the Fire Nation? I thought it was, so why is it there are dancers? Anyway, I like this and I'll continue to read and comment.

[brynna]

Thank you!
As for your questions, I wrote the beginning of this probably around a year ago, but as the story progresses (and I became a better writer), the segments get longer and more detailed. I personally rather dislike the first few chapters because of my perfectionism, but we are our own worst critic.
And, if you'll note the time frame mentioned above, I wrote this before we found out that the Fire Nation was going all footloose on its people. Besides, the Firedancers are kind of like glorified prostitutes, and in many societies, social mores are different from class to class.
Without further adieu, chapter three! Please enjoy!

--------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 3: Mercies

Heads bowed and young women held their breath as the two handsome sons of Azulon passed. Iroh would be marrying soon and every Fire girl fell asleep with dreams of being his Fire Lady.

As they entered the market plaza, it was evident that the festival had already begun. It will be a bit restrained for a few more hours, Iroh judged. Then the fun begins.

"My lords!" a wheedling voice called. "Some fine metalwork I have!"

"I have the freshest fruit in the city!"

"Pretty flowers to catch a pretty girl, my lords!"

The merchants each came forward, bowing and groveling, their eyes pleading for any sort of recognition.

Ozai looked around at the respect and fear in their faces. This is what it means. Complete loyalty. Total control.

"What do you say, little brother? I think some fruit would be nice," Iroh asked.

Ozai's lips curled, like a smile, but not quite. "Some fruit would be nice."

The man bowed as he gave his best. His entire business depended on their reaction.

Iroh handed the man a few coins, nothing near the price, and they kept walking.

"Why did you pay him?" Ozai asked, confused. "He should have just given them to us."

Iroh smiled. "Keep them guessing. Always keep them guessing."

---

"But then, Master said I do get to have my way with you," he smirked. This will be easy; she's so small.

Zania's eyes blazed. She stood up. "No."

He advanced toward her, laughing at the mixed fear and determination in her eyes.

Zania's hands caught fire. "If you touch me, it will be the last thing you do."

He drew his sword. "We'll see about that, you little--"

She lashed out in flames, catching his side as he moved to avoid her attack.

"Silly girl, don't you think I'd be prepared for this? Every guard here wears fire-hardened armor," He laughed cruelly. "You're helpless."

He moved to the offensive, maneuvering the sword, now covered with his own fire, closer and closer to her. She parried with her flame as best as she could, but it wasn't enough. He held her to the wall.

Crying out in frustration, her hands burned with white-hot fire and she clawed at his fire-proof armor.

One hand encased her neck and the other mockingly caressed her painted face.

"Don't worry," he whispered harshly as he removed his helmet. "I won't forget you."

"Get away from me!" she shrieked in desperation. Her voice dropped to a plea. "Please, leave me alone!"

A dark chuckle answered her.

---

"If they don't know what's coming," Iroh continued, "they live in fear. They obey without question. They need know that the hand of mercy is balanced by the hand of cruelty."

"Yes, brother."

Music from a band started to fill the air with excitement. They continued walking along the market when they came to the gaudy Firedancing House. Iroh grinned. Maybe later tonight... he thought, looking at Ozai.

His musings were pierced by sudden cry of fear. Iroh's head turned.

"That probably doesn't concern us," Ozai scoffed.

"Festivals are days for the hand of mercy," Iroh countered and he turned a sharp corner into the twisted alley from where the cry had sounded. "Besides..." he said as he ran side by side with Ozai. "That was a woman. And the damsel in distress..." Iroh grinned.

---

"You're going to die here."

His hand began to unfasten the clasp on her robe. Zania could smell his rancid breath and she closed her eyes to remove his face from her mind. She couldn't.

Spirits save me! she prayed. Don't let me die like this! Even the poor deserve dignity in death...please...have mercy!

Then it came to her.

"You're right, I will die here."

Her trembling hand glowed anew as she brought it near to her neck.

Her voice, strengthened by her resolve, rung throughout the alley.

"But on my terms."

[Beebs]

Wow...some risky issues for an Avatar fic...rape, murder, and suicide. xDDD Nah, this is shaping up to be pretty good. Even though you say it gets better later on, I'm still not...un-liking it now. I'm curious to find out your take on how Iroh becomes so wise, that is if it goes that far into young Iroh's future. How long did this story last or is it still going?

[brynna]

It's a bit dark, I suppose. It's not finished yet, but it will lead up to canon, probably in an epilogue or something.
Thanks for reading!


------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Four: Meeting

Iroh and Ozai ran around another corner to find an armored man pressing what appeared to be a young woman against the wall, a dark robe at her feet. Her pale hand was encased in flame and was shaking with exertion.

"Leave her be," Iroh commanded.

---

Zania startled at the voice. A savior? Or another predator? she asked cynically. She refused to break the eye contact she held with the guard; she would not show fear.

The man's stance shifted as he continued to laugh at Zania's hopeless circumstance. No silly vigilante could possibly save her.

"The Prince of the Fire Nation commands you."

She fell to the ground as he released her, her black hair falling around her shoulders.

Prince? Yeah right. What kind of cruel cosmic joke is this?

The man turned, still laughing. "You couldn't possibly be..." His deep voice faded as he recognized the pair before him.

He fell to his knees. "My lords, my lords..." he mumbled incessantly.

Iroh spat in disgust. "Leave my sight, filth."

The guard stumbled to fulfill his request, leaving the princes with the woman fallen against the wall.

Zania looked up in surprise. He wouldn't have left unless...

The sight of two obviously rich men widened her disbelieving eyes.

She hurried to stand up and straighten her disarrayed clothing. Her robe had fallen, revealing her, well, revealing outfit. It was more modest than most dancers', but certain elements remained: sleeveless, midriff, long slits in the skirt, deep neck.

Iroh stared.

She was dirty.
But beautiful.

Ozai stared.

She was beautiful.
But dirty.

Zania bowed gracefully, but remained wary. Princes, possibly. But teenagers. The elder wasn't much older than she and the younger had a look of pure fear. Or possibly hatred. They could just as easily overpower me, if they're really the princes and the rumors are true. They say that the elder...Teiroh? No, that's not it...is one of the most powerful firebenders of the generation. The younger, though not much smaller, is heartless. And they're both bigger than me. She sighed. Crud.

She demurely kept her eyelashes cast down as her dark eyes roamed the pair, waiting for the slightest move.

Play innocent and helpless.

Iroh couldn't help but to stare.

Keep it cool, Iroh. Charm her. Win her. You are a Prince. You are able. Demand her admiration.

"I am forever in your debt, my lords." Zania said, bowing again. She flashed a little girl's smile, but inwardly she groaned.

I'm going to regret saying that.

"The only thing I ask of you, miss," the elder replied.

Zania tensed. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

"Is your name."

Zania smiled again. "My name is Zania, my lords."

Zania, daughter of none, mocked her conciousness. None worth mention.

"And mine is Crown Prince Iroh, son of the Golden Flame. This is my brother, Prince Ozai."

They bowed. More out of courtesy, for sure.

Oh. My. Spirits. Zania gasped as she glimpsed the golden flame-shaped hairpieces in their hair.. They are the princes.

Ozai's golden eyes flickered across the woman before him. The flowing fabric clung the the best parts of her body, enough to make him wish for more, but her obvious poverty made him cringe. She wasn't worthy of the attention of the Princes of the Fire Nation. He was powerful. Important.

She was worth less than the dust on his boots.

Even at age thirteen, he knew that. Iroh got too distracted with the least bit of skin or curve.

Fool.

Zania regained her composure and bowed deeply, her hair sliding around her body like a veil. She looked at the sun in the sky. She should be dancing right now, earning something tangible. Memories with the most eligible and unattainable bachelor in the world won't pay the rent. No matter how well sculpted his face, and arms, and hands, and shoulders...

Any other day but today...

"My lords, if you'll excuse me," she bowed again. "I have business to attend to."

Iroh's heart quickened. Leaving? I don't want her to leave just yet...

"Perhaps, lady, if you'll allow us to accompany you, we should enjoy each other's company longer."

Ozai blanched. I am not walking around with a dirty little tramp like her.

Zania could read faces well. It was part of her job. Figure out what a guy wants and how much he'll pay for it. Dance.

And she could tell what each of the men before her wanted. Iroh wanted her to stay. Ozai wanted her to leave. It was painfully obvious that a conflict would ensue. Not a good idea.

"Thank you kindly, my Lords, but I really must decline." She gave them an honest smile and looked them in the eye for the first time. "I can earn no money if I'm already taken."

With that, she bowed, gathered her robe, and hurried out of the alleyway.

Iroh couldn't believe it. Nobody says no to a prince. But she did. And that irritated him. And intrigued him.

Ozai grunted with disgust. Even though he had wanted her gone, she had no right to just leave. Not without permission.

"Dirty whore! Who does she think she is, looking us in the eye, taking her leave as though she were an equal?"

Iroh saw Ozai's dismayed face, but nothing registered.

"I wish I knew."

---------------------------------------------------------

[Beebs]

Oooh, very interesting. I loved the whole Dirty, Beautiful thing with Iroh and Ozai. Keep the story coming, I like it! xDD

[brynna]

Thanks! That part seems to be a favorite.

-----------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Five: Request

Zania walked briskly back to her apartment. She quickly fixed her smudge make-up and straightened her clothes. She lit a fire in her hand and began stretching, loosening her muscles to prepare. She had already lost so much time and her elbow was still stiff.

She hurried out to the bazaar, knowing all of the best locations would have already been taken. She saw Taira had picked a better spot than she had previously. She gave her a slight smile and kept walking. The main part of the festival was about to begin. And she had to be ready.

She spotted a decent place past one of many fruit sellers.

"Master farmer," she addressed the seller.

He turned. He was younger than she expected. And handsome. Though Prince Iroh was better looking, her mind observed before she could catch herself.

---

Liro spoke as he turned to the sound of the woman's voice. "Yes?"

Liro took in her appearance carefully as she bowed. Beautiful and small, she wore an enticing outfit made to sway and twist as she danced alongside her fire. He would let her set up; how many times had his father grumbled about how dishonrorable it was to deny a young woman her job? Besides, she would draw attention to the stand.

Now...if only I could talk to women...

"If you wouldn't mind, may I dance here, just beyond your stand?"

His hands quavered a little. Growing up outside the city, his main companions had been the gnarled fruit trees and his aging parents. Not much practice with the opposite sex.

"Of c-course," he stammered.

"Thank you, master farmer."

---

Zania spoke with a slight tremor in her voice.

Just enough nervousness, she observed. Young farm boy will eat that up. He'll act like a watchdog, jealously guarding, but not too close.

She bowed before walking to the empty space and setting a simple bowl on the ground. She shed her robe, placing it against the wall. A couple of heads turned.

She created a ring of fire around her, an obvious sign of what she would do. More men crowded around.

She knew she was pretty attractive, the make-up and outfit accenting her natural beatuy. She knew she was one of the best dancers in the city, having trained for the past twelve of her seventeen years. She would soon be surrounded by spectators, most throwing a coin or two in admiration.

But she still felt like a piece of meat.

Zania closed her eyes and focused her anger into the first move of the dance.

The fire blazed around her; its harsh light cast shadows across her face. There was a mysterious beauty about the way she flowed and spun.

---

He watched her dance. Her whole body performed. Her fingers twirled blazing fire around her body, a suitably gifted dance partner of a golden hue occasionally accompanied by a blue-white spark. Her feet created the rhythm with a light tap here, a harder stomp there. Her eyes burned across the spectators, daring them to come closer, warning them to stay away.

Even away from the fire, he began to sweat. Liro turned back to his fruit, he had to feed his parents somehow. Dutiful son, dutiful son, dutiful son... he chanted.

---

Iroh and Ozai walked along. Iroh's thoughts strayed to the beautiful woman in the alleyway. Something about her was different. The way she dared look the brothers in the eye had startled both of them. He shook his head.

Perfectly ridiculous.

She couldn't possibly be more than one night's entertainment. She showed too much insolence. Denying a Prince's request? Fool girl.

But still, he protested. There's got to be more to her than the common Firedancer.

A woman passed by and the Princes' heads turned with her. Many women dressed differently for the Festival of the Sun. And she wasn't the only beautiful woman on the streets.

Reds and golds swirled and bowed and parted around the Sons of Azulon as they made their way to the main bazaar. The Festival had begun.

---

Zania bowed gracefully as she bent to check the money in the bowl. Not too bad, she noted happily. She took the money and slipped it into pouches she had sewn into her skirt. She stood up.
Her audience had started to drift away, but a quick blast of fire brought more attention to her ring.

Zania started dancing again, this dance slower, a sinuous mix of bending and seduction. The coins in her skirt jangled in time as she moved her bare feet.

The fruit seller was watching her again. She met his gaze and he blushed. She smiled. He's a sweet one.

----------------------------------------------------------------

[Sarcasmic Canadian]

God... so good to read the beggining again.
The good ol' chapters, before the storm.
Again, it's like fall in love with it all over.

[brynna]

I'm glad you can enjoy it again, SC! And alas....here the plot begins to thicken...Kinda like when you're cooking a cream sauce and the ingredients begin to fuse as the water starts to evaporate, but it's not solidifying just yet.
Apparently I'm thinking of food. I should go eat.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Six: Sunsets

The sun was setting over the city, covering the people in its farewell, a fiery red light glistening on the sparkle of the festival.

Zania lowered her ring of fire. She needed a few moments' rest before continuing into the night. Leaning against the wall, she bathed in the light of the sun. This is what she loved the most, the red light of the sun, the bustle of the market, the slight breeze whisking her hair. It reminded her of her first years as a dancer, working with her Mistress.

Zania had been one of the youngest ever chosen to begin training. Firedancing was difficult to master and hard to escape, prospective apprentices were often encouraged to find some other way. Orphaned and unable to control her bending, Zania had no other way.

So Mistress took her in. Mistress insisted that they watch the sunset together every time they could so they could keep learning to readjust to the sudden absence of the sun. Soon, Zania taught her to see the beauty of the loss, not just its disadvantages.

"Would you like some fruit?" The farmer's voice broke through her thoughts. She gave one last gaze at the sun before smiling at the farmer.

"I'd love a piece of fruit."

"Come, sit with me."

Zania obeyed, grateful for a seat.

Liro's hand shook a little as he cut her a slice of fruit.

"Madam," he said, offering her the fruit. She bit into it with vigor, obviously hungry and tired. He admired her slim hands and the grace with which she moved, even as tired as she must be.

"What was your name?"

"Zania." Some of the juice from the fruit spilled from her mouth to her hand. She blushed and giggled. He laughed and handed her a rag.

"Here, I'm Liro."

"Thanks...Nice to meet you." No juice this time.

---

Iroh and Ozai made their way towards the center stage. The platform offered seats and refreshments to those of noble blood and the men were ready for some rest. The fighting would soon begin and both wanted to participate.

A bowing, snivelling man met them at the steps. My Lords, my Lords, the best seats for you." He snapped his fingers and his servants rudely forced other nobles to give up their chairs for the princes. "This way, my Lords, this way."

Ozai sniffed.

Iroh briefly thanked the man and ordered the best tea be brought to them. Both watched the man go tumbling into the crowd, scurrying for the best tea. The crowd was getting rowdier as the sun set, ready for the night's entertainment. Firedancers were stationed around the plaza, bright bursts of fire against the marketplace.

That would be nice, Iroh mused, A pretty girl to get the blood going, ready for a fight. Like that Zania. I bet she can dance.

The sniveller came back, bearing a platter of tea and cups, a sugar bowl and honey.

"Two cups, my good man," Iroh bid the servant. He looked around at the other nobles, gesturing toward the tea. "Anybody else is welcome to the bounty of the Flame."

"I'll have a glass," a small, strong voice answered.

---

Liro was uncomfortable. He'd like nothing more than to start a conversation with the dancer, but the problem was...she's a dancer. He couldn't ask her about her job or why she started or anything like that...That would be awkward. Very awkward.

I could ask her about the festival, if she's enjoying herself.
No you can't, dolt. She's working...that's off limits.
Then what about family?
What family? All dancers are tramps; they don't have family that will own them.
I've got to try something.
But what?
The weather, the sights, the city the--

"Do you grow the fruit yourself, Master Liro?"

Praise be.

The conversation flowed smoothly from there. She had been born on a farm, though she couldn't remember much. They laughed and ate together, enjoying the other's presence.

It was so perfect, so beautiful. Aside from their clothing, nobody would suspect that he was a well-to-do farmer and she was nothing more than a piece of the scenery.

---

Ozai's heart stopped.

That small, beautiful voice. The only living creature to turn his heart from ice.

The servant poured her a cup of tea and added the honey she requested. Her hands gathered the cup delicately as she drank the way only a noblewoman knew to drink.

"Thank you, sir. It is wonderful."

So graceful, so polite, so beautiful. A spirit herself, a touch of peace in a world of pain. Her golden eyes gazed toward the princes. Ozai's heart quickened its pace. He straightened in his seat, his muscles flexing and tightening. He was handsome, tall for his age, an able fighter, a scholar, a prince.

But to no avail.

Ursa, sweet, beautiful, perfect Ursa, was looking at Iroh.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

[Sarcasmic Canadian]

Ohh... poor Ozai... what am I saying.... sucks to be you Ozai... suck it up.... she's gonna leave you anyways XDD

[brynna]

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Seven: Defense

The sun had set and the moon had risen.

Zania looked up in surprise as workers lit the lamps. There were few torches about, as many Firebenders would be displaying their art, some in more socially accepted ways than hers, some in less.

She stood and bowed to the farmer in haste.

"Thank you so much for the fruit. I'm sorry to leave like this...I shouldn't have lingered here for so long. I need to get back to work."

Liro bowed in return.

"It was a great pleasure to speak with you, Lady."

Zania allowed him a sweet, quick laugh for his overformality. Her renewed ring of fire and customers said it all.

Nobody considered her to be a Lady.

---

"Ah," Iroh noted aloud to the platform of nobles. "The fighting has begun! I'll just watch for now. Let them think they're good." His friendly laugh was loud and the platform soon joined him.

They watched as two, three, four matches passed in the rings around them. Mediocre fights they were--just overzealous teens and overaged men searching for glory.

No real challenge... Iroh sighed. How boring.

"Let's get this started then, shall we, brother?" Iroh said jovially.

Ozai tried to grin, an unfamiliar movement that resulted in an unfamiliar face. "Let's."

I'll take you down, you overconfident bumbling dolt. She will notice ME. Not you. Never again you.

The brothers stood and bowed to the other nobles. They all stood and bowed lower in return. Ursa's eyes briefly met Ozai's and the smile was a little more believable.

---

Zania's eyes closed as she began to relax in the familiar movements of dance. She could still taste the sweetness of the fruit. How nice. Getting more and more comfortable in her surroundings, she looked back toward the stand and Liro. They were so!

Ah, what's the word...compatible? well-matched? Well, I know what I mean so what does it matter? Not that anything could ever...

If only...

Her step faltered and she began to fall. Quickly, she brought her fire up around her and tried to balance herself with her arms flowing gracefully outwards. She hit the ground, but had managed to somewhat disguise it was another part of the dance. Not every customer was so easily fooled. One man growled his displeasure and shot his own fire at her. Zania stood and bowed deeply her remorse at his disappointment, cleverly dodging the flame at the same time.

"Stupid, worthless girl!" she heard him mutter as he walked away. A few others joined him, leaving her ring a bit less crowded than before.

She took the loss in stride, immediately flowing into another dance, angry for having lost her focus.

Stupid, worthless girl!

---

Iroh stepped into the fighting ring, now shirtless. His opponent was some weakling who might have done better thirty years ago.

The judge clapped his hands, signalling the beginning.

Iroh elegantly moved into a fighting stance, separating his chi, readying the lightning. A quick blast of the old man's blue fire startled him, but Iroh responded quickly.

It was over in three more moves. Iroh kicked flames at the man in a corner, now flashing fire wildly around him. The man moved forward confidently, but Iroh called lightning to hit his feet. The elder jumped, but Iroh's next ball of fire sent him tumbling to the ground.

Iroh calmly stood next to the man, placing his foot on his chest and declaring victory with a charming smile.

A group of girls sighed in unison.

---

Ozai fought with vigor. As an entry in a separate ring, he and Iroh wouldn't fight each other until the final match between the champions of the four rings.

"I will be the champion," he whispered to himself again and again.

He defeated another opponent with ease, casually looking toward the platform of nobles. Ursa was gazing in his direction, and though she was too far away to know for sure, Ozai convinced himself that, indeed, there was really nothing better to look at than himself.

His well-toned, young body bowed to the next victim. Three more fights, then she will see how superior I am.

---

Zania's dancing slowed as the moon sailed toward morning. By this time of night, only one thing remained on the minds of her customers, and she would not partake of that. The men threw more and more money into her bowl, vying for her attention and favor.

It's about to get very ugly here. She looked to Liro. He was attending to some customers. But would he really be that good in a fight anyway? There are so many of them. Maybe if I just hang in here longer.

The men were hungry and tired of her dancing. Some of them recognized her from the last time they had watched her dance and knew she had not previously given in. But the look in their eyes proved that they were willing to try. She was a treasure, a gem for any man to boast. The girl-wonder who had trained under the famous Ynna. The dancer who had been performing solo for the past five years, ever growing in beauty and talent. The woman who refused to share her pallet, no matter the offer.

Her graceful moves ended in a deep bow. The fire ring shimmered slightly before dying out. So distracted by the dimming fire, they did not notice her gather the money quietly and prepare to leave. Not immediately.

It was something about the tensing of their shoulders that sounded the trumpet of alarm. The way they unconsciously tried to grasp and retain her performance.

Zania was ready when the first flame flew, simply gathering the fire and killing it. She bowed again and took a step toward Liro's stand, ready to defend the sweet farmer and his produce should this carry so far.

One of the cloaked men stepped forward. "Come now, sweetheart. We jes want ya to stay a little while longer. No harm there."

No harm my left kidney, she retorted in the sanctuary of mind. But she remained silent and bowed again. Come on! Get the idea. Do I have to do this every stinking night?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[brynna]

Chapters Eight and Nine...
Anybody else notice that there are -1 posts in the romance/drama section?


------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Eight: Winning

The men had begun to retreat, all but the one who had spoken. Her grace-filled bows had done their job and discouraged them. However the one who remained seemed unable to get the message.

"C'mon, girl." He stepped forward again. "I'm not gonna hurt ya. Jes want to talk."

Zania stepped back, eyes wildly searching for a way to get him away with out starting a fight. Liro was still busy. Most of other men had left, a few staying, curious of what would ensue. No other dancers around. Anybody in the plaza was more interested in the fights, not her.

The fights!

Her eyes snapped back to the man before her. "I might talk with you if you impress me." She twirled a strand of black hair around her thin finger, eyelashes fluttering a bit. Zania held his rapt attention. "Win the fights. Then I'll talk with you."

A sliver of a laugh escaped her lips. She would win this war of wills.

He smirked with a short, mocking bow. "For you, then..." He turned and went to join the lines.

The remaining men left, no longer interested.

Zania took one last look at Liro. "Maybe we'll see each other again," she whispered to herself.

Then she vanished as only the practiced can.

---

Liro thanked the lady for her purchase. It had been a busy night, no doubt one of his best festivals.

He glanced back at Zania, a smile already forming on his face in anticipation of seeing her. But she was gone.

Completely and suddenly gone.

He sighed as he turned back to the line of hungry people. The festival had been going on for hours and many fruit stands had already shut down. He exchanged a plump fruit for a plump sum and set back into the humdrum affair of business.

---

Iroh and Ozai now stood in the largest ring in the plaza along with two other men. The championship fight. No prize was to be won but the bragging rights were envied by all. And each man was sure that he would win.

The four men stood in separate corners. Iroh, powerful and strong. Ozai, sharp and determined. Hao, young and rash. Borri, experienced and yearning the company of a beautiful young dancer.

The judges stood and bowed to the contestants. The contestants bowed to the judges and then, reluctantly, to each other.

There was a brief tension. Then Hao lashed out with a whip of flame. The fight began.

Hao was the first to fall. His impetuous bending exhausted him far too early. Ozai pinned him easily, the thirteen-year-old Prince disabling the teen with a quick blow to the side. Hao left the ring with his head held high. Many girls would appreciate a man who had made it to the championship ring.

Iroh was the clear favorite. His limitless power matched his charming wit. His skin shone with sweat and stretched over an imposing frame.

"Iroh! Iroh! Iroh!" the crowd chanted.

He smiled as he called forth lightning and surrounded Borri. Ozai grinned viciously. The younger Prince blasted fire through the electric cage, nearly killing the helpless man before Iroh stopped him.

Borri was out, but his head hung low and anger rose high. He would find that tramp and make sure that she did more than talk.

The match was down to the brothers. Every spectator held his breath. This would be a fine fight indeed.

Iroh's power cornered Ozai. Ozai's ruthless, heartless cunning brought himself past his brother. Ozai kicked up the dust, blinding both brothers. He hunted Iroh, coming up behind him as the cloud settled.

Ozai held a burning finger to his brother's throat, hissing in his ear.

"I hate you."

Iroh felt a chill set down his spine as the flames licked his neck. The crowd stared with bated breath. It would be too easy for the younger to kill the other, the line of succession altered.

Iroh reached behind him and grabbed Ozai's waist with strong hands. He pulled him over his head and dropped him to the ground. Iroh pinned his arms down with his hands and chest with his knees. The judges stood quickly, signaling the end of the match.

Iroh had won. The crowd erupted wildly. "Iroh! Iroh! Iroh! Iroh! Iroh!"

Ozai glared at his brother, that waste of talent and position. He stalked up behind his brother, walking to the ring's exit.

Again, he whispered harshly in Iroh's ear.

"I hate you. And I will kill you."

Iroh visibly paid no mind, bowing to the crowd and accepting their praise.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Nine: Breathe

Zania sprinted home to change out of the dancer's garb. She scrubbed her face clean and put on a dark cloak over a simple peasant dress. She caught her reflection in the mirror.

How different.

She looked around the small room. Nothing out of place. Pallet rolled and put away, makeup jars closed securely, small basket of food nearly empty. Yep, this was home.

She exited the apartment and followed the general flow to the Great Square outside the palace. The sun would soon rise and the crowd would stand silent, awaiting the Fire Lord's annual speech. There had been some rumors flying about this year's address. Something about an important announcement or news on the war. Whatever it was, people were excited.

Zania assumed an anonymous position among the masses, finding peace in the fact that nobody was giving her disgusted or disgusting looks. It was kinda nice.

---

After the fight, Iroh and Ozai returned to the reserved platform. Iroh strode up the stairs to a polite applause from the elders that soon turned into a raucous cheer from the younger generation. He bowed slightly, grinning. Ozai walked on in a storm.

Some of the elders had risen. It was time to gather with the city in the Great Square. Iroh downed one last cup of tea, wishing it were something stronger. He knew what was coming in the speech and he wasn't thrilled.

It had to come sometime, he lamented as he, too, left the platform to head to the palace.

---

The sun's rays peeked over the palace, the early morning light glistening over the alabaster steps. The crowd was hushed.

Zania reveled in the silence, in the way the sun filled her body with energy. She closed her eyes in the blessed stillness.

The royal family now stood upon the great dais. They, too, stood in silent reverence for the sun's glory.

The people began to breathe as one. In. Out. In. Out. Fire is their breath. Fire is their life. In. Out. As one they breathe; as one they live. In. Out. The sun fills the benders with power. The benders' power fills the nation with pride.

In. Out.

In. Out.

One of them steps forward.

In. Out.

How odd, they think. That he steps against the rest of us.

He breathes out of time and they are released.

---

The Fire Lord Azulon broke the silence, voice ringing.

"Great Sun!" He shoots a single meek flame to the risen sun. "Bring glory to your most humble servants!"

"My people!" He bows the courteous bow of a leader, of a father, of a liar. "Let the Sun fill you! Let the Great Fire remind you of who we are! We are the stewards of the Golden Flame. We are the bringers of light, progress, future. We are the Fire Nation!"

The crowd roars.

"Let the Great Fire remind you of our mission! We fight to bring about change. We fight for the advancement of all mankind through the elimination of our inferiors. We fight for the future of our sons and daughters; that they may awake in a world beyond our wildest dreams!"

Another great cheer.

"And this, my brothers and sisters, brings me to my son, Iroh. He has fulfilled eighteen years and is now eligible to fulfill his royal duty to marriage."

Many female audience members suddenly began to pay much better attention. Iroh, however, looked annoyed.

"In six months, my son, Iroh will have chosen a bride. Join me in encouraging him to choose wisely, for she will share in his power and price."

With this, Iroh walked forward and bowed to the excited crowd. He gave a charming smile and receded to his former position.

He hardly heard the benediction as he contemplated the coming parade of women.

Great.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Sarcasmic Canadian]

This is awesome.
I love your story's beggining. It builds a strong basis, which you made it even better by adding more stones of words and great plot.

[brynna]

So I'm kinda sad that Memphis lost tonight. My education test was gonna be pushed back if they had won. DARN YOU, TIGERS!!!!

*rant over*

Chapters Ten and Eleven!! (it's getting better, in my humble opinion)


------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Ten: Choices

His knees shook as he bowed low. Iroh couldn't remember when he'd last been this nervous. Marriage was not a subject he wished to talk about.

But here he was, kneeling before a laden tea table. Across from him sat his father and mother. Fire Lord Azulon and His Lady Ila. Inclining his head, Iroh poured tea for his parents.

Two spoons of sugar for Mother; one for Father. Slightest drop of cream for Mother; none for Father.

Azulon and Ila beamed at their favored son. Well, Ila beamed. Azulon kept his beaming inward; a Fire Lord remains staunch. But his heart swelled with pride.

Such a good son.

They each took a sip of tea. Iroh poured himself a cup.

Please get this over with. Please. Please. Please...

The Fire Lord spoke first. "Many young women are to be presented to you, son. And the choice will ultimately rest with you. But we, as your parents, must give you the advice we can."

Ila set her cup down. "The Fire Nation stands at a brink. The six most powerful families are waiting for your choice, Iroh. And they will act upon your decision."

"Yes, mother."

"The most powerful family, the Huojin, have many daughters available. However, marrying one of them," cautioned the Fire Lady, "would not be in the best interest for the throne. The Huojin have become too powerful lately. Taking one of their girls would only strengthen them."

"And there has been some rumor of mutiny among them. Many of the lesser nobles in that family think that I have too much power and they encourage the Huojin to usurp my throne." Azulon frowned.

Iroh mirrored his father's expression. This was more trouble than it was worth.

"The wealthiest family, the Jinhai, would have been the ideal choice, I believe, but they have no eligible women to present. All too young or low. But the elders of the family have presented something else." The Fire Lord paused, glancing at an empty cup of tea.

Iroh leaned forward and poured more tea with one spoon of sugar.

"They have allied themselves with the lowest of the six, the Shan, the people of the Western Islands. The Shan have few girls. And though none are known well, all are adequate choices. The Jinhai propose that you take one of theirs, the least of the families," explained the Fire Lord.

Iroh's mind reeled. The least? Why in Agni--

"Iroh?" prompted Ila. "What are you thinking, dear?"

"I am unsure, Mother," Iroh inclined his head. "If I have your permissions, I would like to retire to study my...options."

"Of course, my son." Azulon stood with his wife. Iroh stood and bowed deeply.

When he rose, he saw something unexpected: they were bowing back. Confused, Iroh fled the room.

---

Two weeks had passed since the Festival of the Sun and Zania had seen Liro three times. Her heart ached a bit more with each glance, for she knew that she was just being silly. The real world doesn't take notice of a little girl crush held by a Firedancer.

So she kept dancing, her steps light and heart heavy.

"It's a waste of your time," Mistress Ynna would say in a moment like this. "This is your world, and that is his. Forget anything to do with him, and you'll be just fine. Now, show me your fire ribbon one more time..."

And little Zania would comply, Mistress Ynna looking on in pride. Zania was not the best of dancers, but she was a hard-worker. And a natural bender. Neither teacher nor student understood the sporadic blue sparks that occasionally laced her fire. But both understood how valuable that would be on the streets.

I miss her, lamented the dancer as she grabbed a large canvas sack. It was shopping day and the market was just opening. Slinging the straps over her shoulder, Zania left her apartment. The sun shone brightly and Zania picked up its mood, smiling as she walked to the market.

---

Liro saw her from across the square. She looked so different without a dancer's paint, but the deep amber of her eyes glinted in the morning sun. He'd seen her several times since they'd met, but she hadn't come to his stand and he sure couldn't leave.

She was avoiding him. He'd seen it before. A beautiful woman shows just enough interest to get what she wants and then leaves. In Zania's case, it had been a place to dance.

Well, she can forget dancing by my stand anymore.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter Eleven: Decides

A burst of fire shot past his face. "Gotta do better than that, Zhao!" His hand blazed as he sent a shot towards his sparring partner, explaining his problems between breaths and flames. "So if...I marry...the wrong girl..." A blast of fire. "The world ends!"

Zhao laughed and signaled for a break. "What do you need a wife for anyway? Women are too inferior to matter all that much. You don't need one to rule."

"Politically? An heir. Physically?" Iroh laughed as he tossed a skin of water to Zhao. "Well..."

Zhao chuckled and took a drink. "So...when do you choose?"

"The Fire Lord expects me to choose a family before the week ends," said Iroh, rolling his eyes.

"Sucks. What options do you have?"

"I can't marry a Huojin, I'll lose the throne. They're too apt to revolt, and if given a little more power..." Iroh slid his finger suggestively across his throat.

"What about us, man? The Jinhai?"

Iroh shook his head. "Dude, do you ever leave the Agni Kai arena? There are no women in your family."

"Oh yeah...wait...no, she's six. Well...we know the Iwao are out." He gave Iroh a knowing look. "Half-breeds. Every last one of them has some Earth Kingdom whore for a mother."

"And the Hiromi are too...ah...loose for my taste. I want a girl to myself, y'know what I mean?"

"Yeah, but they're fun!" Zhao sniggered. "Don't even bother with the Rei. They're all so stiff and polite and self-conscious. Probably'd end up spending half the day waiting for her to perform all the formalities just to say 'Hello' to her. And forget having an heir..."

"Which leaves the Shan."

"Ugh. They're all so...backwoods."

"Yeah, but they have the support of the Jinhai. And the Rei and Hiromi wouldn't object too badly, as long as she wasn't a Huojin."

"True, but still...the Shan?"

"Looks like it."

---

Zania rummaged through her bag, noting what she had purchased and what she still lacked. Red thread, lye soap, fish, fruit...Liro...Yes, I most certainly need fruit.

Her mind stayed distracted as she haggled the price of the crimson thread. The elderly man got much more than he should have, but Zania hardly noticed as the extra coins exchanged hands. Liro was three stands away and she couldn't wait. She thanked the man and went to stand in line, her heart racing.

Four people in front. Three. Two.

---

Their eyes met and all he could see was her anticipation.

What she expected him to say, he didn't know.

So he bowed. It seemed appropriate enough. She was the Fire Lady and his mother after all.

They had run into each other in one of the many corridors, he still sweating from his practice with Zhao, she dressed for the most elaborate occasion.

"Hello, Iroh."

"Hello, Mother. I pray you're doing well?"

"Yes, my son. And have you come to your decision?"

Iroh breathed deeply. There really wasn't much of a choice. "Yes, Mother."

"Good. Your father and I will expect your announcement tomorrow afternoon, then."

"Yes, Mother." He bowed. "If it pleases you, Mother, my current perspiring state is not one suited to your company. I request your permission to retire to my quarters."

At this, she laughed, breaking though the heavy facade of a royal family's duty.

---

One.

Zero.

Their eyes danced across each other's face, avoiding the direct gaze of an impossible hope.

He handed her the fruit.

She handed him the coins.

He hesitated, breath drawn. But the breath escaped his lips. No. She just used you. Don't fall for this wench. She's not worth it.

Her face fell. Just slightly--just that fraction.

She spun slightly, ready to leave. She would not force herself through such humiliation.

"Zania. Wait, please. I was just about to close for lunch." The words rushed from his throat. "Join me?"

Their eyes met.

"Of course."

---

The announcement shocked the Huojin.

They had been so sure, so sure that they would provide the next royal bride that their daughters had already ordered elaborate kimono and elegant garments, ready to impress their Prince.

Instead, the Jinhai and the Shan celebrated jointly. The Shan prepared their daughters diligently, putting them through their last paces in etiquette and charm. They selected only the best of what girls they had: the most beautiful, the most intelligent, the most captivating.

But the Jinhai had a different plan.

---

A stolen glance in the market, a slight nod when busy, the secret language of Liro and Zania formed with caution. Always with caution. A week passed and each was sure that there had to be a way.

Some way, somehow...

Taira looked at Zania with interest. She had recently seemed to be in another world, as though she were haunted. But Zania had never danced so well, her circles were always crowded.

"Zania! Snap out if it, girl!"

Zania's mind jerked back to their conversation. "Oh, wait...sorry. So, Saturday. A duet, you think? The market will be busy, so we'll need something different to catch their attention."

"Yeah, 'cause you're hurting for attention..." Taira rolled her eyes dramatically and laughed. "Whatever it is you've got, I want some! People have been leaving the Houses just to watch you."

"Mmmm..." Zania looked pensive again. "Maybe you could bring your flute and we could add some music."

"Yeah, that sounds good...Are you alright?"

"Fine, I'm fine." She smiled. "I'm happier than I've ever been."

---

The Shan elders were surprised by the proposal of the Jinhai.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? Introducing an outsider girl?"

"Trust us, honored brothers. We will make sure it works to the best advantage."

---------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------

Just so you know:

From Chinese:
Huojin—fire metal
Shan—mountain, elegant bearing
Jinhai—golden sea


From Japanese:
Rei—polite
Hiromi—wide-seeing, widespread beauty
Iwao—stone man

[Sarcasmic Canadian]

Nice, getting into the big plot once again.
I love that Zhao/Iroh scene... alot...