A lot happened during the ninth year of Zuko's life. His father, Fire Lord Ozai, died; uncle Iroh seized the throne; the war ended; and Iroh married Ursa, Zuko's mother.
It was hard to decide if he was happy or angry or just plain confused. He missed his father, it was strange seeing his mother and uncle together, and lessons of the war's great purpose and path to a brighter future seemed very hollow and empty. However, things were a lot more peaceful – there were no war meetings pulling his uncle away, no dinnertime discussions about the battles, and Azula had become notably less sadistic in the absence of their father.
Plus, the visitors from around the world were rather interesting – an eccentric king, a princess from the north, and a crazy inventor from one of the Air Temples were just a few examples.
But the visitors he would never forget, however, were Hakoda's family from the south.
Author's Notes: New fic, because my brain is an evil, evil thing. In case you haven't noticed, this will be a very short, drabble-type fic. Hopefully you enjoy it and it isn't too pointlessly boring.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters.
