8 Years in the Future

Chapter 1: Letters from a King and Queen

Part 1: Dearest Uncle


A Not Too Distant Future...

A letter pressed and sealed with red wax slipped through the copper slot in the door.

Iroh held the sleek silver handle of a crisp new teapot in his hands. He poured the steaming sweet jasmine tea into the awaiting china cups.

It was peaceful in the world renowned Jasmine Dragon tea shop. Every day he would watch as nobility, and generals mixed with the presence of craftsmen and peasants. The atmosphere of Iroh's shop seemed to be of another world, as benders of all elements laughed with each other.

It had been a slow process, but every minute, peace continued to flourish here. Shortly after the Great and Final Battle and the Fall of the Fire Nation's Tyranny, all the nations had convened together to build a new kingdom on the western coast of the earthen realm, one where anyone could find welcome.

General Iroh, once known as the Dragon of the West had been chosen to usher in this new age of peace and prosperity. He guided his city with sternness, but also a compassionate hand. Some were surprised by how well the kingdom named after Lu Ten, the General's late son, had thrived. Visitors from all corners of the earth would stop by, many for advice from the legendary Iroh.

He of course, had grown older, and was slower than he used to be. He walked with a permanent crick in his back, a result from the great battle. But those who knew him still saw that infamous twinkle in his eye. He looked healthy and well rested.

He had opened up his own tea shop next to the modest palace that had been built for him. Iroh was happier than he had been in many years.

A slightly plump, cheery girl tapped him on the shoulder.

"General, Iroh, Sir?"

"Yes Jun?"

"A letter came for you."

"Forgive me one moment." He bowed his head slightly to an earth kingdom general. "Jun, finish taking these men's orders."

"Yes, Sir."

Iroh took the letter and smiled at the familiar scent of the inviting warmth of the fire lands. He recognized Fire Lord Zuko's seal, an open hand with an olive branch resting upon it. He had changed his family's seal of a flame and swords when he was declared leader of the Fire Nation six years ago.

Walking to the tea shop's backroom, Iroh gently opened the crinkled parchment. Two sheets were within: the elegantly designed invitation that he expected every year, and a letter. The handwriting of the letter was sharp and rough, but it displayed confidence and mediated thought. It read:

Dearest Uncle,

Autumn has come to us at last. We've been waiting for our newly planted sapling forests to grow their leaves for years, as you know. Spring was a breathtaking and refreshing sight. Katara reminded me that the tree's new buds gave us hope and a renewed devotion to our work. Perhaps we're headed on the right path after all. The leaves of our fire trees glow with the unmatched beauty of crimsons and golds During those troubling years so long ago, I had forgotten what a magnificent country the fire nation is. It is good to be home.

I hear tidings of how Kingdom Lu Ten is doing, and I am well pleased. Of course, how could I not be, knowing you are behind it all? It is an astounding city, perhaps my favorite place to be after home. The people are happy, and forgiving. Ready and willing to start new lives, new friendships.

I know I haven't visited in three years, but I have been so immersed in this war with the fire rebels. I'm sure you've heard much on this, considering who visits your world famous tea shop. But I'm at a point where not even my generals and advisors know what to do. I have tried to contact Aang, but it is of little use. He seems to be having troubles of his own. If you know where he is, please inform him of our plight. I need you Uncle. I need your wisdom, now more than ever.

You haven't attended the Annual Diplomat's Ball in three years, but now, I'm asking you to please be there. The other nations are restless and frustrated with the rebels, and have decided to take it out on the fire nation. I have never been good at negotiations, I leave that to Katara and my representatives, but I fear I can no longer hide my face from the world. I need you by my side in this matter. Please consider this journey.

Katara sends her warmest wishes and love. I miss our afternoon tea. I look forward to seeing you soon, Uncle.

With affection and regards,
Zuko