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~Prologue~

One star-filled night, the Dragon of the North, General Iroh, was sitting peacefully in the courtyard of the Fire Nation palace. The sound of his stringed Pipa instrument lazily floated into the night wind. Humming to himself an old tune, the man was very much at ease.

The war was finally over, his nephew had been crowned Fire Lord, and most importantly he was able to finally get back to his most favorite pastime… drinking tea. With a peaceful sigh, he plucked the final note of his musical instrument before checking a pot of Jasmine tea that was brewing.

"Happy Anniversary, Uncle," said a soft voice from the courtyard porch. Turning around, Iroh saw Zuko leaning against a wooden pillar.

Iroh warmly smiled. "Thank you, Prince I-I mean… Fire Lord Zuko."

"It's alright, Uncle. No need for the formalities." Looking at the instrument and pot of tea, Zuko could not help but chuckle. "Still up to your old habits, huh?"

Picking up the tea that had finished brewing, Iroh poured two glasses, giving one to Zuko. "On the contrary, I don't call music and tea a source of habit. I call them-"

"A source of culture… You've told me that a million times before," Zuko replied in a sing-songy voice.

For a moment Iroh seemed perplexed. "I did? …"

He had collected many words of wisdom over his lifetime, but for some reason could never remember which ones he had already quoted. Yet again, Zuko took the words right from his mouth.

"I knew that… I was just testing you to see if you remembered. You can never know too much, my dear nephew. After all, Life is finite while-"

"Knowledge is infinite… I know that one too," Zuko said after sipping his tea.

Suddenly, a little grin appeared on Iroh's face and stroking his grey beard, he spoke with a little more haste, "Count not what is lost-"

"But what is left," Zuko responded just as quickly.

"How about wise men may not be learned-"Iroh retorted.

"And learned men may not be wise," Zuko replied with just as much zeal.

"You may think you are so smart… Try this one on for size," Iroh said playfully. Clearing his throat he began, "Thirty years the east bank-"

Zuko responded with conviction, "Thirty years the west bank."

"Now, tell me the meaning of that phrase."

A look of deep confusion appeared on Zuko's face, but not for long. "It means that a person's luck can change over time." Suddenly, Iroh burst into laughter. "What is so funny, Uncle? I got it right, didn't I?"

He wiped a tear from his eye before responding. "Yes, you did and you did wonderfully. Your Aunt and I used to play that little game all the time…"

Remembering his late wife brought warmth to Iroh's heart; every time he closes his eyes he could still see her face.

Knowing that it was his Uncle Iroh's wedding anniversary, Zuko could not help but ask, "How did you meet Auntie?"

Iroh opened his eyes and smiled, picked up his own tea, and took a sip in contemplation. "Now that is a story to tell…"

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