This is the second fanfic I've ever done and I'm not even done with the first one so I'm not that experienced. I hope you'll like the following story and I don't plan to take too long to update the chapters that follow.

I always see some sort of disclaimer up here so I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi.

Where am I…I'm staring out at a vast ocean and it's a sight to behold but when I leave, how will I remember where this is? The last thing I remember is…nothing really. I know how to speak and common terms of everyday language…there's a word for this. Amnesia. This isn't good. This place is completely unfamiliar. Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is…I don't even remember. Well, let's begin this tale, though we don't know where it'll take us.

The boy on the cliff turned around and was shocked at what he saw. It was nothing but a barren wasteland. Nothing but rock and burn marks that scorched the landscape. He may as well have encountered the remains of a war or a battle between supernatural beings. He found the strength to move his feet and began exploring the wasteland. He walked many miles before finding something promising, the beginning of a forest. He sighed with relief and ran through the grassy haven. He felt power in each of his strides and looked down at his body. He could see that he had power inside of him, but he knew it was insignificant to power he had seen. Where had he seen this great power? He could not remember and so focused on where he was going.

The boy stopped for a while to behold what he was running through. It was truly awing and a wonderful sight. He sat down by a tree to gather his thoughts when all of a sudden he heard a rustle. He sat up and took a fighting position immediately. What came next was humming. He let his stance relax and began to walk towards the source of the humming. He saw a somewhat round old man with a long beard and longer hair wearing green clothing. The old man turned to face the boy and looked him in the eye. He'd seen those eyes before, but on a different face. These eyes were kind and wise but very powerful. They were the power he had seen before but could not recall.

"Hello," he broke the silence with while giving a large smile. "It is rare to see a young boy exploring the forest this deep."

"Hello. I'm not necessarily exploring but trying to figure out where I am," he said. The man began to stroke his beard, "Lost, are you?" The boy nodded and said "That and more. I seem to have forgotten myself."

"Is that speaking figuratively or literally?"

"Literally," the boy replied. "I think I have amnesia."

"Amnesia!" the old man said. "Well, that's not good. Come with me back to my home and we can figure something out, all right? It's a long walk but I'm sure you'll be fine. You seem strong for your age." The boy followed him through the intricate maze of the forest while getting to know his host better.

"So what were you doing here in this forest alone?" he inquired. "Gathering plants. There are very special flowers here excellent for tea! And I was visiting an old memory."

"An old memory? In this forest?"

"No, near the forest. It is a memory of happiness but also a memory of strife. It isn't very pleasant but it is a memory for the world to behold."

"I didn't see anything. All I've seen was this forest, the sea, and that barren wasteland."

"That's the one."

"What? The barren wasteland?" The old man sighed a deep, melancholic sigh and said, "Yes. It is what remains of the war. I suppose you don't remember, since you have amnesia, but there was a century-long war striving that ended a year ago. It began in the Fire Nation with Fire Lord Souzin and finally ended with Fire Lord Ozai's defeat. It was a long war and very difficult for the world, especially for my companions and me." His grin gradually became a frown marked with hurt. "Ozai was my brother and it was difficult seeing him taking a wrong turn after a wrong turn time and time again without being able to do anything. It was even more difficult seeing my niece corrupted by his greed for power, by his lack of trust in people. She was such a beautiful girl but now she's spending the rest of her days recovering from a mental breakdown…the war has put so many people through so much."

"I'm very sorry," the boy replied. He could feel the sorrow in the old man's voice and could not help but feel helpless to his kind host. "No, I'm sorry," he replied, his big smile back again. "I should not have bothered you with the past of an old man who is very happy now! Let us get going for we have a long walk ahead of us. Oh! That's right, I haven't introduced myself! How rude of me." He stopped, turned, and held out his hand to the boy next to him and said, "Nice to meet you. My name is Iroh. I don't suppose you know your name."

The boy stared at the hand in front of him thinking of what the man had said. He took his hand and said with a smile, "Kenichi."

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