Zuko stared up at the moon. He had been welcomed back as Prince of the Firenation. He had his honour and his father's approval. Everything he had ever wanted was his. So why did he feel so empty inside? He unconsciously stroked his scar. He remembered her cool touch. But he had done the right thing, hadn't he? He was back where he belonged. But there was a stab of pain in his heart as he thought of his uncle and Katara. He would never acknowledge that, but staring at the moon reminded him of how strong and ferocious she was towards him, but also how kind and forgiving she was. Would she forgive him now? No, she wouldn't understand what he had to do. What if you made the wrong choice? You could have joined the Avatar, been with her...Your cause might not be as noble as you think. He shook his head to clear those thoughts. But he could never forget the water peasant, Katara.
Daddy, can you really redirect lightning? Mommy, did you really save Uncle Aang's life? Did you and Daddy really beat Auntie Zula? Gramps has been telling you stories again, hasn't he?
Sitting on the beach with his family, the Firelord felt calm, at peace, relaxed. The war was long over and peace had held. He watched his children play, his wife curled up to him cradling their youngest. Dad, look! His son, an almost perfect replica of his 10 year old self, had perfected a difficult Firebending move. His little sister, with her mother's eyes, splashed in the waves, enjoying the coolness of her element. His wife smiled, proud of her babies. This is what we fought for. Not the honour or the glory, we fought for our families and our children.
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