Suddenly the lock on the cell door turned with a clank, and the bars slowly opened.
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From here you will be free to leave and make up your mind at your leisure." "I'll tell you what", he continued, "as a show of good faith I shall let you out of this prison. A fee which we can discuss later." he responded darkly. "Lets just say that my labors will require a price to be paid. "What's in it for you? Why would you care that I rot in this cell?" questioned Ozai. I can guide you on your quest of revenge against the Avatar." I can see into your heart and I know your desires. "Perhaps not" said the man, "but I do have certain talents that could be of use to you in your current predicament. "Obviously there's more to you than you claim, and don't lie to me, you are not an Earth Kingdom merchant!" "I think not!" exclaimed Ozai, gesturing towards the two guards who as of yet had not moved a millimeter. I am but a simple merchant." said the man. "Who are you!? How did you get in here!?" exclaimed Ozai. His head was shaved and the expression of his face was creepily mischievous. His facial features were utterly foreign to all of the nations, his accent was strange but eloquent. He was obviously not from the Earth Kingdom. The man was dressed in the simple attire of an Earth Kingdom merchant, but he looked very strange. "Firelord Ozai", said the mysterious stranger, "a pleasure to meet your acquaintance". The one guard was frozen still urinating mid stream but with each droplet of piss suspended in the air. He opened his eyes to find the two guards frozen like statues, mouths open in laughter but with no sound being emitted. The guards mockingly laughed as Ozai closed his eyes in shame. "Well, excuse me your lordship, perhaps you would like a worthy libation for your grand feast", laughed the guard as he dumped the contents of a cup, set the cup on the ground, and began to urinate in it. And I used to use pathetic whelps like you as kindling for my ovens." Puppets who bowed down before me as vassals. Lavish feasts attended by nobles from all over the four nations. "You know" muttered Ozai, " I once hosted grand banquets.
Ozai meekly did as he was commanded as the guard slid a plate of food through the bars. Two guards entered carrying a plate of food that was no more than slop, "All right, you know the routine, stand at the back of the cell." He had lost everything his empire, his family, and his firebending. After ten years in prison he was no closer to restoring his powers than when the Avatar removed them. Former Firelord Ozai stewed in his cell, contemplating his failures.
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