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A long time ago in the lush city of Miyanomora, where cherry blossoms and red roses bloomed, making the air people breathed sweet and fragrant, there lived three firebender warrior princes named Robin, Kid Flash, and Zuko, and three waterbender healer princesses named Raven, Jinx, and Katara. The three firebender princes were the most courageous combatants Miyanomora had ever seen, with Robin being a fearlessly formidable leader, Kid Flash an athletically agile runner, and Zuko a relentlessly robust fighter. The three waterbender princesses were sagacious mages who have always fought with solidarity and honor for the people of Miyanomora, with Raven being an incredibly intellectual genius, Jinx an elegantly expert sorceress, and Katara a caringly compassionate soul. The three firebender princes and the three waterbender princesses had been betrothed to each other ever since the princes were 12 and the princesses were 10, specifically Robin with Raven, Kid Flash with Jinx, and Zuko with

Uncle had ushered us to the grand strategy room where many plans of war and genocide had been made by my father, his father before him, and many generations of Fire Lords before him. It was possibly the most well-kept room of the entire palace, meticulously maintained by the staff even today, though no one had used it since my father's time. There wasn't a single chair in the room, as war called for standing. Instead, in the middle of the room was a table with a map inlaid into the wooden top – each landmass represented by a harvested and polished gemstone. Along the edge of the head of the table, there were drawers with thousands of hand-sculpted stone figures – figures representing the armies of the fire nation, earth kingdom, and water tribes. There, of course, were none for the air nomadic tribes as they had never had an army. There was something even more painful about that fact now. Before, none had been made simply because there was no army to keep track of. Now, there

Aang would be by any moment. All I had to do was send a letter off with one of the visiting Air Acolytes later in the week, and the very next day, I heard word that Aang would be by the following evening. Even as he aged, Aang maintained that admirable enthusiasm for all things. I wasn't quite sure he aged mentally in the slightest, but he had physically changed quite a bit the last I heard. Thinking on, I couldn't help taking count of my own physical changes. I certainly had grown taller, though not by much, and my hair was down by my shoulders now. I had no intentions of cutting it any time soon, but most importantly, the scar on my face had altered. It was no longer angry and red but had hardened and faded to a color that almost matched my skin tone. It was still noticeable, no doubt, but overall it had softened its once firey appearance – much like my own thoughts and feelings had settled down. It was then my thoughts drifted to who I hoped to be a future guest – Katara of the

It smelled herbal – earthy – as Uncle Iroh poured the steaming tea into my cup, then his own. I knew better than to drink immediately. When Uncle brought tea, it was a ritual. We sat in silence for a while, his eyes half-lidded as he took in deep breaths. I couldn't help admitting that I enjoyed this process just as much as he did. The scent was medicinal, and taking that into myself settled most of the anxiety that had built up through the council meeting. However, even Uncle's ritualistic comfort couldn't last forever. The moment he lifted his cup and took a sip, it was time to talk. "It's good to see you, Nephew. I am glad to see you a bit calmer than you were at that council table." I winced. Was it so easy to see my emotions? Apparently so, as Uncle immediately laughed at my reaction. "Zuko. I never thought the day would come where I would see you leading the council. I only wish you didn't look so stressed. Drink." When Uncle said drink, I did. The tea coated my palate with