Ch. 12 Our Prince is killed

The story of the Royal Family is a chapter story,
About the early days of the Royal Family.

Our Prince is killed, is a short chapter about the fall of Iroh. He lost his son in a mysterious accident. Ozai's dreams come true.


Iroh is sixty,
Lu Ten was twenty,
Ozai is thirty-nine.



The story of the Royal Family,
Chapter 12: Our Prince is killed.


It was mid autumn, the leaves floated softly in the gentle breeze. The trees bared their branches, revealed themselves to the world.

Prince Ozai stood on one of the Royal balconies, enjoyed this natural spectacle. He found it appropriate to what would happen later today. He closed his eyes and felt the early sun beams; he smiled with the embrace of relief.


Ba Sing Se,

Iroh walked out of his tent, glared over his battlefield. All his boys were working actively, still trying to break down the huge wall. Within a few days, they would break through the first one.

He smiled, while he went back inside. He had to prepare his new strategies. The soldiers needs to be prepared if the first wall was broken down; they needed to be ready to enter inside.

The man took a sip of his tea and studied some maps, muttered something to himself.

Suddenly the general looked up and frowned when he heard a huge explosion, he felt some trembling earth beneath his feet. He stood up and rubbed his hair. < Are they through it? That's faster than I thought!>

The man strolled out of his tent, discovered chaos.

A young soldier ran towards the general and yelled. "General Iroh?! The Prince! He's hit."

Iroh's face froze and couldn't say a word. He turned his head from one side to another, his thoughts spoke in disbelieve. The man started to move and ran, as fast as he could. Pushed every object, person away. He couldn't hear, he couldn't think, the only thing he witnessed was the chaos and ravage.

The general had reached the wall and heard some innocent soldiers moan from beneath the break stones. He watched at it, couldn't decide were to begin.

Iroh turned around and yelled. "HELP THEM!"

He kneeled and began to remove some bricks with other Fire Nation soldiers. Every soldier they found were unrecognizable their faces looked terrible maimed. The only landmarks were their uniforms.


After some hours, the chaos was still tense. Iroh had never witnessed such horrible hours before. One officer had finally found Prince Lu ten; he lay close against the wall. The officer stood up. "General Iroh? We found him."

Iroh climbed over the rubble toward his son, hoped Lu Ten had survived this attack.

The father closed his eyes after he saw his son; his face was ridden open, covered with blood. Iroh couldn't recognize his child.

Iroh gasped, while he heard his son moaning in pains. "Lu Ten?" He whispered with tears.

The boy couldn't react; he was stiff from the pain.

The general started to remove some rocks from his son's body. Hoped to safe him, unfortunately it had no point. How more he tried to help, how more pain his son had.

"How could this happen?" The man whispered.

Lu Ten opened his eyes and try to speak. But, he couldn't say much.

Iroh came closer and watched how his son's mouth moved. The boy sighed hard, made some attempts. "Mmm. Aa."

"I don't understand you, my boy." He whispered.

Lu ten grabbed his father's cheek. Moved him closer toward his mouth. "Mmmmm-Aaaaa-nnnn."

The generals eyes widened. "It was an attack? No accident." A tear appeared into his eye. He
watched over his son and saw his wounds and pains. He wanted to stand into his place, he wanted to exchange. Lu Ten was too young for this.

Bleed escaped out of Lu ten's mouth and nose, he had bleed too fast. Iroh stood up and yelled "Help, please, somebody. My son is dying!"

Nobody react, they were busy with other young soldier boys.

The man was distraught; he kneeled again and watched over his son. He looked into his gaze and saw so much pain.

The young boy looked up and gasped, he took his father's hand. Forced his father to come closer. "Love you, dad." He whispered.

Iroh cried and stroke the boys arm. "I love you too." He sobbed.

The boy's glance became dull. He moved his mouth, no words could be heard.

Prince Iroh read his son's lips and repeated his words into a whispering tone. "Fare well." Iroh took his son into his arms, couldn't believe that this would be the end. "Fight Lu Ten, you need to fight." He whispered and kissed his sons lips, felt his last breathe.

The lost father looked up, dilated his eyes, breathed hard, he got lost into his screams of pains.


Fire Nation,

Ozai watched over his garden, hums the little song and smiled. < Brave soldier boy, won't marching home.>