This is my second, hopefully more complete story. I'm grateful to the creators of Avatar for both creating compelling story, and for leaving so many questions unanswered at the end of that story.

Since I am not educated in the naming customs of eastern Asia, I am going to try to re-use a lot of the characters from the original series here. The only exception to this naming process will be Lee. There are a million Lees…

This story is fan fiction, and is not generating any profit. Do not take with any acetaminophen-containing drugs. Remove before flight. Biohazard suits must be warm.

Another question for the Avatar fans: How would someone in the Avatar world curse? In other words, they'd certainly not say "God!", or even "Damnit!", since we have no evidence of any deity in their mythos. Would they just say something like "Spirits!". Alternately, if anyone has any good Chinese expletives that might work well here, please leave em (gently!) in the comments section.

The young man sat on the polished floor, staring at the map in front of him. His brow was knitted, and he was absent-mindedly playing with a small growth of beard on his chin. He mused momentarily that, in years past, he would not so easily have controlled his fiery temper. He would probably have thrown something, yelled at someone, or lit something on fire. No longer; his years of revelation had indeed opened his eyes and quelled the fiery anger in his heart. He saw now that he was master of his own destiny… his own honor, and that -

"Fire Lord, sir?"

Zuko jerked his head up from the map. A brief shadow of anger flew over his face, before he reeled it in and replaced it with humility.

"Yes, General Shinu?"

"You asked for the report on the rebellions northeast of Whaletail Island?"

"Yes, thank you…"

Zuko took the papers from General Shinu and lay them out on the floor, next to the map at which he had been staring for what seemed like millennia.

***

"Hah, Twinkletoes, you are so getting your butt kicked!" taunted the blind girl as she stomped a foot into the soft, muddy ground, willing a ball of mud to fly at the two players opposing her.

"Bah, I'm just goin' easy on you!" retorted the small, bald boy, who now looked less like a human and more like a swamp creature from some bad 1950's sci-fi movie, due to all the mud that had somehow found its way inexorably towards him. He danced slightly, and a burst of wind shot out, throwing up a wave of mud.

***

She clutched at a stitch in her side, leaning against the wall of the newly-constructed house. Who knew that building houses for those displaced by the fire nation would be this tiring? But she was happy, for it was good work; she was setting right the wrongs that the last 100 years had wrought upon the world.

"Hey Katara, you alright?"

"Yes, thanks, Tyro. I think we Water Tribers are built of weaker stuff than you Earth Kingdom folk."

Tyro laughed, before tapping the ground with his foot and expertly sending a flock of roofing tiles jumping excitedly onto the house.