Today was a good day, Zuko had a good feeling about it. So much so that he allowed his crew to relax.

The Fire Nation ship drifted through the icy water of the South Pole slowly. Zuko stood on deck and surveyed the landscape. Something then, that he had not been expecting, but had searched for for three years, surfaced. An unnatural beam of light which, Zuko thought, could only mean one thing.

'Finally...' said Zuko, seeing the light, 'Uncle, do you realise what this means?'

'I won't get to finish my game?'

'It means my search is about to come to an end.' Iroh sighed deeply, which Zuko ignored. 'That light came from an incredibly powerful source. It has to be him!'

'Or it's just the celestial light. We've been down this road before, Prince Zuko. I don't want you to get too excited over nothing.' Iroh placed an air tile to his game. 'Please, sit. Why don't you enjoy a nice cup of calming jasmine tea?'

'I don't need any calming tea! I need to find the Avatar.' Zuko loved his uncle, but he had had enough calming influences for one day. Now was a time for action. 'Helmsman! Set a course for the light!'

Immediately, everyone on the ship sprung into action, except Iroh, who continued with his game.

* Dusk *

'I'm going to bed now.' Iroh yawned widely. 'A man needs his rest. Prince Zuko...'

'I told you not to call me that.'

'Fine. Zuko, you need some sleep. Even if you're right, and the Avatar is alive, you won't find him. Your father, grandfather and great-grandfather all tried and failed.'

'Because they weren't looking, they were hunting. The Avatar's hundred years in hiding are over.'

* Next Day *

Iroh narrowed his eyes. Teaching his young nephew the fine art of firebending was an uphill battle. 'Again.' Zuko did it again, but it was still wrong. 'No. Power in firebending comes from the breath, not the muscles. The breath becomes energy in the body. The energy extends past your limbs and becomes fire.' Iroh punched the air, creating a small amount of fire to prove his point. 'Get it right this time.'

'Enough.' growled Zuko, 'I've been drilling this sequence all day. Teach me the next set, I'm more than ready.'

'No, you are impatient. You have yet to master your basics. Drill it again!'

'The sages tell us that the Avatar is the last airbender. He must be over a hundred years old by now. He's had a century to master the four elements. I'll need more than basic firebending impress him. You will teach me the advanced set!'

'Very well. But first... I must finish my roast duck.' Iroh produced a bowl out of nowhere, and began eating heartily.

Zuko sat, and waited.

Soon, he was shown the next set by his uncle, but disturbed when the helmsman announced that they were close to the source of the light. Zuko pulled out a telescope, and began searching for signs of the Avatar.

After an hour Zuko began to doubt that the Avatar was here, then a flare rocketed into the sky, and he twirled his telescope to see the source. It was a Fire Nation ship, old and wrecked and unimportant. What was important was the shape jumping with incredible agility down the turret of the ship. Zuko had never seen airbending before, but he recognised it all the same.

'The Last Airbender... Quite agile for his old age.' he muttered. 'Wake my uncle! Tell him I've found the Avatar.' he panned the lens around, and his sight fell on a small village. 'As well as his hiding place.'

Then, Zuko gave the order. 'Helmsman! Set a course for the village!' The ship turned, ominously. It glided through the water towards the village, readying its men. Zuko dressed, or rather allowed others to dress him, in him armour, ready for landing.

When they approached the village, they ploughed straight through the ice, resting in the remains of the village's pathetic wall.

Zuko walked down the gangplank, when a peasant charged at him, dressed in a stupid blue armour. He was quickly stopped with two kicks from Zuko.

Zuko stopped before the villagers and asked, 'Where are you hiding him?' but they remained silent. He saw an old lady, and grabbed her. 'He'd be about this age, master of all elements?' Still, silence. The grandmother was getting him nowhere, so he tried fear, firebending over the villagers to up the ante.

The peasant warrior charged at him from behind. Zuko dodged, sprawling the boy on the cold ice, and dodging too the boomerang thrown at him.

A tiny boy chanted 'Show no fear!' and threw a spear to the boy warrior. He charged again. Zuko timed his defence perfectly, punching through the spear so hard he tore the tip off. He caught the handle, and hit the boy with it until he collapsed, then broke it in half.

Unfortunately, Zuko hadn't realised that boomerangs always fly back, and it hit him in the back of the head. Then - another surprise attack! A boy on a penguin slid by him, knocking him over, into an embarrassing position.

The boy stopped, and greeted the boy warrior, and his friend. He finally turned to Zuko. 'Looking for me?'

Zuko had been expecting an old man, not a child. 'You're the airbender? You're the Avatar?' he demanded, shocked. 'I've spent years preparing for this encounter. Training. Meditating. You're just a child!'

'Well, you're just a teenager!' as the Avatar prepared to defend, he saw the terrified villagers, and was taken with a desire to protect. He stopped. 'If I go with you, will you promise to leave everyone alone?'

The Avatar, Zuko suspected, had no idea of his true intention. 'Yes.' So his crew took the Avatar, and lead him on board. As they left, a peasant girl shouted after the Avatar, but Zuko did not hear, nor did he care, what they said.

'Helmsman! Take us away.' With a hiss and a creak, the Fire Nation ship left.

On board, Zuko instructed the guards to leave, but not before they undid the Avatar's handcuffs. He could have escaped then, but stayed out of curiousity.

'Avatar, forgive me for the treatment, but it was necessary. I have been searching for you for three years, because I need your help.' Zuko examined the boy, who looked confused. 'I am Prince Zuko, son of Fire Lord Ozai, and I need your help defeating him.'

'Your father? Why?'

'The war. I need the Avatar's help to end it. I need your help. What do you say?'

'The Fire Nation started the war in the first place. How can I trust you?'

'Yo-' suddenly, a great shaggy shape in the sky caught his eye. 'What is that?'

'Appa!' yelled the Avatar.

The creature, Appa, drew closer, and a girl on board shouted 'Aang! Aang!' The Avatar, Aang, looked out to them, and waved gently.

'Katara! Sokka!' Appa landed on the deck, the warrior boy and peasant girl slid off it, and rushed to Aang. The boy drew his club and pointed it at Zuko. 'Sokka, it's okay, Zuko was just telling me about his plan to stop his father.'

'His father...?'

'The Fire Lord.'

Katara started laughing. 'Are you telling me that he is on our side? The Prince of the Fire Nation?'

'I need to stop my father, for the good of the world. You see what the war has done to everyone, it needs to end.'

'I don't believe him. He's from the Fire Nation.' said Sokka, sceptically.

'Well I do. If this war is as bad as you say it is, we need all the help we can get.'

'The world's been waiting for the Avatar to return and finally put an end to this war.' said Katara.

'According to legend, you need to first master water, then earth, then fire, right?' said Zuko.

'Right. We need to get to the North Pole, to find a waterbending master.'

Author Note: Alright, here's the plan. Approximately once a week I will watch the next episode of Avatar, and Zukofy it. Feel free to ask me to update soon, as it will get me motivated to update sooner!

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