Title: Into the Dark
Author: Inkcharm
Summary: It was a nice feeling, like a humming against her feet, whispering to her that the world was alright. Only, it was not.
Warnings: angst, violence, AU-ish (changes most events as shown in "Sozin's Comet")
Pairings: full package, everyone… You'll get bits of Zutara, Toko, Maiko, Kataang and of course the ever present Sukka in here. Which ones of these are fragments of the past? Which are one-sided, which will make it through to the end? Read and find out!
Disclaimer: The TV show "Avatar - The Last Airbender" does not belong to me, nor do its characters or anything related to the show. I make no profit out of this story, it is written merely for fun and entertainment of other fans.
Part: 1/?
A/N: At the start of the show, both Aang and Toph were 12 years old, Katara was 14, Sokka 15 and Zuko 16. As far as I know, a year has passed between the show's start and the finale. Since this story takes place ten years into the future, I'm going to assume the following ages: Aang and Toph are 23, Katara is 25, Sokka 26 and that would make Zuko 27.

Into the Dark
Chapter 1: The Egg of the Phoenix

"There is a power stored deep within you, and you will need to draw upon it if you wish to win this battle. Neither Ozai nor Azula will give you much time to catch your breath, so you have to be prepared to descend to your core quickly. It will be difficult. It will be painful. But if you make it, it will ensure victory. This power is everything you were not ready to wield in the past. The reserves that were supposed to slowly and steadily flow into you as you'd grow each and every day. We don't have the time to wait for that to happen. You need that power now. And you need all of it at once."

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The sun was setting, and night was starting to pull her velvet blanket over the world. Golden rays caressed white marble, giving the prince's features an ethereal glow. The sunlight that glided past the statue fell upon a lone figure.

Upon seeing him, one would not call him handsome. He was short and stout, and furthermore he was getting unmistakably old. However, it was impossible to tell that it was not just age that had painted white streaks into his silvery-gray hair. A few deep lines were carved into his broad face. Most of them were located around his mouth and in the corners of his eyes, marking him for a man who liked to laugh. Fewer lines marred his forehead, marking him also for a man who was not beyond sorrow and bitterness.

"It is a lovely evening", Iroh remarked. His tired gaze swept across the platform once, before it settled on his nephew again. "I hope you could enjoy the festivities so far." The people were still celebrating. They would not really stop for quite a few days, but Iroh did not mind. He was glad for those few days of carelessness that united the world each and every year. There would be some lovely fireworks later tonight. He only wished he could stay up here and enjoy them with his nephew.

Slowly he poured his tea. It was of a rich colour, golden and warm. People called it Golden Phoenix. He liked to call it Zuko, privately, and it made him smile every time to think of the boy's reaction to the tea's unofficial name.

Only, he was not a boy anymore, even though the statue would be seventeen forever.

"Twentyseven", he murmured. "Ah, Zuko. You're not a boy anymore. You're a man. But bear with me, for I am old. You will always be a boy to me. My boy." Slowly he sipped the tea and imagined his nephew being there – he still visualized him at the age of seventeen, he couldn't really help himself. "Would you like a cup of Zuko"? he'd ask. "A cup of… come again?" Zuko'd reply, his good eye widened and a scandalized expression on his face. Oh, how he would seethe at having to share his name with his Uncle's latest brand of tea. And oh, how Iroh's heart would swell, for of course Zuko would casually take a sip anyway.

Golden Phoenix had been a product of the sleepless nights after the final battle during which he had tried desperately to find something that would soothe his bleeding heart and drown out the screams he could not forget. Iroh had sworn never to tell Zuko about that, though.

For the next half an hour he continued to kneel in front of the pedestal in silence, sipping cup after cup of his tea and watching the sun set behind his nephew, the golden halo it had created slowly diminishing, while shadows played on the prince's marble features. Soon the moon would cast her gaze upon him and he would glow in her cold light. Iroh preferred watching him in sunlight.

Finally, his escort climbed the stairs and announced from a respectful distance that "They're going to serve dinner soon, Uncle. Katara, Sokka and Suki are already there. Mai's on her way. And I'm hungry." With that said, Toph Bei Fong walked back down and waited for Iroh to catch up.

Iroh smiled and rose to his feet. "You heard her. My belly is demanding food just as loudly as she is, so I'd better follow her. You wouldn't want to see me being earthbended to dinner, right?" He chuckled and stepped closer. His fingertips trailed along the pedestal, up one leg, so that he could rest his hand just below Zuko's knee. The marble was still a little warm from the sun.

Eyes closed, Iroh took another moment to lose himself in the moment, in wishful thinking and careful planning.

"I will be back tomorrow morning. Enjoy the fireworks, Zuko. I made them include your favourites, as always."

His gaze rested on the crystal shard for a moment, safely grasped by a marmoreal hand he wished he could hold, somehow extending his reach beyond mortal flesh and cold stone. Oh, how he longed to reach out to him just once more. The sun disappeared completely over the horizon and the light faded from the shards. Fighting a weariness not born from age, Iroh closed his eyes, before he turned around and slowly made his way down from the platform.

Toph was casually leaning against the mahogany railing at the bottom of the stairs, legs crossed at her ankles, arms spread out and resting on the red wood. Tilting her head in Iroh's direction she allowed a small, honest smile to grace her features. "So, how is he?"

And Iroh replied, more light-heartedly than he felt, that Zuko was just the same as always.

They walked back towards the palace in companionable silence.

Toph Bei Fong had grown in more ways than that of age since she had been the headstrong girl he had met in the Earth Kingdom so many years ago. At twentythree she was still pretty short, but her boyishness had receded. Iroh wasn't beyond admitting that she was a pretty thing, although he wished she would grant him the favour of donning a nice dress every once in a while just so he could show off with her a little. He considered the rough earthbender as much part of the family as he found it easy to pretend never having lost a nephew but a second son instead.

Toph's feet were still bare beneath the wide dark green pants she was favouring these days. The sand coloured sleeveless shirt had been a gift from Katara who had mainly given it to her in the hopes of one day getting Toph to wear a matching skirt. As if. As long as she had a say in the matter the earthbender would continue to fight against being dressed like a pretty girl. She liked the shirt, though, for running her fingertips over the soft material she had discovered an intricate pattern of dark green stitching, forming what everyone told her was supposed to be some kind of flower. Toph insisted that she could feel mountains and something that strongly resembled the symbol for her element, Earth.

They had given up on trying to convince her otherwise by now, which was a pity. Toph loved bantering with the others. Especially because it came as no surprise that the stitching could not be identified without doubt, for it had been added by Katara herself.

"We were able to hire two new teachers, by the way." Which was her way of thanking him for his latest donation.

"Wonderful. Will you ever be able to afford a decent hairdresser?" Which was his way of giving her an easy way out of awkward situations in which she tried to thank him for money.

Toph huffed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. She downright refused to have anyone tend to her unruly bangs. They were still her shield, part of her rebellion against the way she had been raised. At least, she was not the only one being constantly nagged because of her hair, the length of which got tamed by nothing but a loose hair band between her shoulders. She had heard that Suki kept telling the marmoreal Zuko to do something about his shaggy hair each year. It was morbid, and at the same time strangely comforting.

"I think my parents are actually considering the attempt to marry me off to one."

Iroh laughed openly. "What a dreadful prospect."

Both of them smiled and fell back into silence once more.

It was true that Toph's parents could still not accept the independence of their daughter. They wanted to see her married and safe within a good husband's estate. It was no use trying to tell them that they'd have to keep possible husbands safe from their own daughter. They did not see the reason why every suitor so far had "run off" at one point or another.

And Toph had not even started acting nasty around them yet.

The earth rumbled slightly underneath her feet, telling her of the festivities going on. It was a nice feeling, like a humming against her feet, whispering to her that the world was alright. Only, it was not. She frowned as she considered the reason why Iroh had asked her to come a few days earlier than the others.

She still had not been able to place the evil Iroh insisted was brewing in his own palace, although she did feel that something was off. It worried her to no end, and she was still afraid someone might see the tenth anniversary of Ozai's defeat as a perfect date to assassinate the Fire Lord. So far, though, everything had been peaceful.

Except for…

"Oh, there you are!"

… Katara.

Toph could hear the waterbender's dress move around her lithe body as she came marching down the palace's front steps like the Fire Lord herself.

"Really? My, am I glad we have you. I'd never have guessed…"

Katara huffed and placed her hands on her hips. Quite in contrast to Toph she was happy to wear the dress Iroh had tailored for her specifically this year when she came to the Fire Naiton. When he complimented her on her looks this fine evening she did not even need to lie about loving the new dress, opting to spin on the balls of her feet a few times instead just to show how perfectly the blue silk moved with her. Fortunately for her, Iroh had not presented her with another huge ball gown. This dress fell naturally around her body as though made of water itself, the blue silk complimenting her dark skin. What she loved most, though, was that Iroh had even thought of her love for travelling the world. If she chose to, she would be able to untie the white lacings travelling up the length of her legs. Combined with trousers the dress would then be practical aside from being stunningly beautiful. The silk was the same colour as her eyes, a startling blue, complimented by white lacings and a broad white beld. The arms were made from a half-transparent white material.

"Are you done showing off?" Toph smirked. She could feel the embarrassed anger flowing off of Katara. And then it eased and she was able to laugh and hug her younger friend.

"It's so good to see you, Toph. Still not married, I hope?"

Toph allowed the waterbender to kiss both her cheeks before flashing her a toothy grin. "The last one paid my parents to keep me away from him."

Katara rand a hand through her hair, still wavy and flowing over her back like a waterfall. Pale blue pearls chimed in them, dangling on a white thread she had woven into her hair. It had been a gift from Aang. Her wide blue eyes twinkled with mirth. "I bet that was a good one. It looks like I'll be heading back to Ba Sing Se for the winter, by the way. Think we can take on another one together then?"

"Sure thing, Sweetness."

Iroh shook his head at the girls' playful banter and plotting. As different as they were, as dangerous was it to leave them to their own means. They could be scary. There had been an incident three years ago that still had his personal staff shudder every time they neared the kitchens.

"Would these two lovely ladies give an old man the pleasure of accompanying him to his seat at the table?"

Katara laughed joyfully. Even after all these years, Iroh could still pull puppy eyes that would make every girl blush. "'t would be our pleasure, oh mighty Fire Lord."

They flanked him and took the arms he offered, setting out for a pleasant dinner, looking forward to catch up with old friends.

Little did they know what took place not all that far away, where those royal and noble war prisoners resided that had been sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment.

"I am afraid they suspect."

"That won't do at all. And you still have not found the source of power?"

The voices were hushed, although they had little fear of being overheard. They were utterly alone down here.

"I'm afraid not. I think it's safe to say that it stayed within fire nation territory. So far, I have found no leads supporting your theory that it was moved."

A snort. "Ridiculous! He wouldn't have kept it around. I told you it had to be somewhere else. Probably in Ba Sing Se. Didn't you tell me that he had asked that filthy little earthbender to come earlier?"

"Yes. She has been around for a few days now."

"So?" When there was no answer, the voice continued. "Do you think she's onto you?"

The rustle of clothes and hair was heard. The cloaked figure sitting close to the bars shook their head. "No. She suspects that something is going on, but she can't place her finger on it."

"Wait. Wasn't she supposed to be able to detect lies and everything? Some crap about vibrations in the ground, stuff like that?"

"I made sure some of the earthbenders in the palace are in our pockets for this occasion. They're interfering with the vibrations, very subtly. She doesn't realize what's causing her to feel off in here."

"Hm. Very smart."

The cloaked figure nodded.

"If you're so smart, though, I wonder… WHERE is that damn source of power?" A clanging sound echoed through the halls as hands crashed against metal bars. "You have been looking for it for years now, haven't you? How come you haven't been able to locate it?"

"It is not an easy task. I'm trying my best, but what scarce information there is he keeps hidden away and he rarely speaks about these things. You know him."

"Old fart. He should better start passing on his knowledge, he'll be history soon enough anyway." The voice got a downright nasty edge. "There is something comforting about imagining the many ways a Fire Lord could die these days."

Laughter. The other voice replied when it had died down: "So, you're saying it's not in the Fire Nation even though there's nothing pointing at the source being sent away?"

"Yes. No hints and clues is exactly what's making me believe that it's been shipped somewhere else, especially since you have not been able to find it." There were a few moments of silent thinking. "Probably Ba Sing Se, as I said. He seems to confide in the earthbender most often, right?"

"I don't think he'd trust that girl with something so important."

"We should consider the possibility." Silence fell once again, as each was lost in contemplation. "Hey, is that food I'm smelling?"

"Yes. I brought something they were preparing for dinner."

"Well, give it to me, then!" A demanding hand reached out and a small parcel of food was passed from one person to another. "Smells disgusting."

"You don't have to eat it. I bet it's better than porridge, though."

"Ugh. Don't remind me!" Food was being stuffed into a hungry mouth. The person on the outside leaned back a little, obviously disgusted by the display. "Don't you dare look at me like that. You wouldn't bother with manners either if you had to sit in here. Now go. I need to think about our next steps. Come back tomorrow when they're all still worn out by those so-called celebrations. And keep an eye on the earthbender, you hear me?"

The hooded figure rose and left.

Dinner had been an entirely pleasant affair. Laughter had filled the Fire Lord's palace along with the most delicious smells. Excited voiced cut into each other as old tales were retold and new ones shared with friends.

Sokka, the only one of the group who had changed his usual blue, white and grey watertribe attire for something deep red, dark brown and black for the occasion, gesticulated widely as he told of the ruckus the announcement of Suki's pregnancy had caused both on Kyoshi Island and on the South Pole. Hakoda had obviously not taken well to Sokka's cheerful "Someone got my wife pregnant! Aang must be so proud!"

The result had been an entire week in which he had chased the visiting Avatar around the South Pole before Suki got him calm enough to explain that "someone" was Sokka and that the reason Aang had for being proud was his being made the child's godfather.

After that Sokka had begged Aang to "fly me outta here, I think my father and my wife are plotting to kill me!"

When Iroh, happy to see the couple moving towards parenthood, asked whether he could touch Suki's belly, Sokka nearly gave the guards in the room a heart attack by waving around his boomerang in a pretty threatening manner, exclaiming that "No fondling means no fondling, Fire Lord or no!" He had obviously heard that the constant rubbing of a pregnant belly could affect the baby and had figured that if anyone touched his wife before the baby had grown enough to start some serious kicking it would be damaged.

"Don't bother explaining to him that touches and soothing conversations can affect the baby in a GOOD and HEALTHY way, Katara. He isn't going to listen anyway", Suki explained, twirling her brown ponytail around a finger and winking. She wore her old Kyoshi uniform along with the matching make-up. It was tradition, after all, and she had sworn to go along with that as long as her belly's size would allow it.

Toph snorted. "So. If soothing conversations are good and healthy for Junior, then we all know who'll be to blame for any gruesome mutations." And with that she knocked Sokka back into his chair via earthbending.

Laughter rang around the room once more. Iroh noticed that even Mai's mouth was twitching ever so softly. He felt constantly sorry for the young woman. Ever since the final battle she had dressed herself in nothing but black from head to toe. It didn't matter what Iroh said; Mai claimed she was mourning. Despite everything, she had loved Zuko, still did and would never replace him. Thus she had chosen a life of solitude and grief, and there was rarely a moment in which one could see her happy or even relaxed. Mai had become a living reminder of everything that had gone wrong in the final battle, of everything they had lost.

Iroh had to force himself to join the laughter.

Dinner stretched out over the next few hours, plenty of conversation lengthening the courses. After the final dessert – an exquisite phoenix made of pudding and ice-cream and cake – they retired to the music chamber, where Iroh took it upon himself to start music night. They all took turns and they all contributed to the occasion in some way. Even Mai, who had been mostly silent during dinner, gifted them with a beautiful if sad song.

As midnight drew close, Iroh led his guests onto a huge balcony overlooking the palace square. Immediately, cheers started to echo through the night, as people from all nations spotted the Fire Lord and their respective war heroes. The sound died down when Iroh, smiling, spread his arms.

"People of all four nations", he called out, his voice easily carrying through the air. Both the balcony and the square were lit by hundreds of torches and candles. "We have come together to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Fire Lord Ozai's defeat, the day on which the Hundred Year War finally came to an end. It was on this very square you are standing on that Avatar Aang freed us from the chains of war. Let us take a moment to pay our respects to those who gave everything to aid his cause."

And with that silence fell over the city, as the people turned their thoughts towards the darker days of war and the dark sides of victory for exactly seventeen minutes, just as it had been for the past 10 years. A minute of each year that he had been able to enjoy his nephew, seventeen minutes for a lifetime, an eternity for every loss and every wound.

When the time of silence had gone by, Iroh was just trying to announce that Avatar Aang would join them later. His explanation was interrupted, however, when a shadow swept over them and landed elegantly on the balcony. The defeaning roar from the crowd almost drowned out Aang's explenation: He hadn't thought he could make it in time, but he sheepishly added that it looked like, as usualy, he was both slightly late and just on time, earning laughter from the crowd and his friends, who welcomed him with joy. There was a bit of awkwardness when Katara and Aang hugged – barely touching and breaking off the contact much too quickly. It was more than they had been able to do last year.

Iroh smiled, glad that Aang had made it to the festivities after all. With a small bow, the Fire Lord stepped back and allowed the Avatar to speak a few words, as usual.

Aang stepped forward and beamed. Ten years might have passed, but he still looked much like the child from the iceberg. His grin was lopsided and slightly embarassed, his eyes were still wide and round and innocent, a soft shade of grey. His clothing was more elegant for the occasion, but in general she knew he still wore dark pants and some cloth widths dyed yellow and orange. He had grown and filled out nicely, although Sokka still stood noticaby taller and broader. Aang's body hinted at the strength he wielded; a gentle exterior that housed more power than any mortal could ever bear. When he turned around to face the crowd her eyes were immediately drawn to the black hair growing from the back of his otherwise bald head; a ponytail as tribute to one of his close comrades, one of his teachers, his brother in spirit.

Katara's eyes filled with tears and she had to avert her gaze. Not for the first time she wondered how they were ever going to move on when they willingly surrounded themselves with these painful memories all the time, refusing to let go what had been lost so long ago.

"Thank you all for your kind and warm welcome. Since we're closing in on midnight I will keep my words short. Ten years have passed since we ended the War, ten years in which much has changed. Today is a very special day. For the next year I will give you the following words to hold in your heart, to brighten rainy days and to make you smile when you'd like to cry. Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix. Do not fear change, for no matter how big the struggle, you will find the changes you helped make rewarding. Today is the tenth anniversary of Ozai's Defeat. Today is the day that the first natural airbender was reborn into this world!"

The answering roar of cheering and thunder of applause was even more intense than before.

Katara grabbed Aang's arm. "You did it? You truly did it? You have really brought the airbenders back into the world, not just through Mentoring?"

Aang's smile was as bright as the sun on a summer day. "They named him Aanir." Tears were shining in his eyes and he allowed himself the luxury of being hugged by his friends, each in turn. He would not stop Mentoring people with the right potential who needed to change their lives, he would not stop looking for a way to teach benders their opposite element if they truly wished to make the change. But for now it was enough to know that balance had indeed been restored.

His voice just a little shaky, Aang finally spoke to the crowd again as midnight was upon them. "Let the fireworks end one year of peace and introduce the next!"

Blue and Yellow and Green and Red were the colours filling the nightsky. It was a magnificant sight that reached its peak with the figure of a roaring dragon that used to be red and golden when Zuko fell in love with it as a child and now had scales of every colour. The fireworks ended with a single rocket exploding in a huge golden shower. Gleaming eyes were watching the display, filled with hope and joy and happiness. Iroh smiled through the whole affair, well aware of the fact that he needed to appear in good spirits to his people, to the world. On the inside he wept with every exploding rocket.

They stood there on the balcony for a while, silent and lost in thought, as the firework's smoke slowly dissolved into the night sky.

"I have something I need to tell you. All of you."

They turned towards Iroh with questioning looks in their eyes. His face, though, gave no answer. The Fire Lord had hardened his features as he turned around and walked back into the palace, leading the way towards the throne room.

"What is that about?" Katara was worried. It was rare to see Iroh act like that even when he fulfilled his duties as Fire Lord.

Toph frowned and spoke with a serious tone that worried the rest of the group even further. "I think we better find out. This can't be good. Uncle's been worried about something for a few days." They followed Toph's lead and joined Fire Lord Iroh in his throne room. He did not bother to light all the fires, so that only two torches illuminate the large hall.

The carefree, happy atmosphere had vanished, leaving nothing but cold dread in its wake. What was going on?

"I regret having to ruin what has so far been a most wonderful day", Iroh announced. "But there are things I need to discuss with you. Things I would not entrust anyone else with." His eyes swept over the group of young adults, lingering on Aang and Toph. "What I am going to announce will not leave this group of people. You must be extremely careful about how and where you choose to talk about it once we leave the throne room again." Iroh drew a deep breath. "Now. The first thing I want you to know is that I plan to step down from my throne."

"What?" Aang looked positively horrified.

Katara shook her head. "You can't step down, Iroh. The Fire Nation needs you. We need you! You are one of the central figures of peace. It is too soon for you to give up your position."

"You're healthy, Iroh." Mai's voice held the same slightly bored edge as usual, as though reciting well-known facts to children who would not listen anyway. "You are aging, but you are not old. Why would you step down?"

Iroh nodded. "Somehow I knew you were going to ask that question, Mai. And it is true, there seems to be no logical reason for what I need to do. But I will tell you this: Trouble is brewing in this very palace. Things are being set into motion that I have no control over."

"So, there's someone threatening the world order we established?" Aang shook his head slightly. "But we expected that. We expected it much sooner, even. Things have been going a bit too smoothly, but I think none of us ever quite stopped questioning the lack of uproar."

A smile spread onto Iroh's lips once more, but his gaze was filled with regret. "Yes, we were expecting trouble sooner. But this is much different from what we were prepared to handle. I cannot trust anyone but you in this matter." His eyes swept over them, taking in how they had changed, and how they were somehow still the same. Aang, Katara, Toph, Mai, Sokka and Suki. Who could help him sort this out if not them? "I asked Toph to join me in the palace a few days prior to the anniversary. I asked her to keep her senses alert to signs of trouble, any indication of foul work being done. Unfortunately, she found nothing. Which is proof of what I've been suspecting all along, since my guards arrested a man armed with poisonous daggers on the palace grounds a few hours ago."

Toph gasped. "No way, Uncle! I would have sensed that!"

"Which is exactly my point. Someone is pulling strings in here that I haven't been able to detect yet. Someone, I believe, wants me dead. I also believe that this someone futhermore wants to destroy everything we've been working for. I do not believe that this is a mere attempt to place another Fire Lord on the throne." Iroh stared into the flames, then looked directly at Aang. "Someone is plotting to shatter the peace and resume the work Ozai and Azula failed to complete."

Sokka pulled Suki closer towards himself, worry and determination clouding his eyes.

"That is all the more reason for you not to step down, Iroh. We will protect you. We can do this." Katara had crossed her arms over her chest, a dangerous storm raging in her blue eyes.

Iroh shook his head. "If the circumstances were any different, I would agree with you. I will not step down immediately, Katara. I will only step down when I can place someone else on the throne, someone with the power to aid you in the battles that are going to come." His voice dropped to a whisper. "There are forces at work which I cannot reveal to you as of yet. Just believe me when I say that more than just my throne is being threatened here. S much more." His gaze clouded over.

"So you want to prepare someone for the task of taking over your throne", Aang concluded, nodding. "Whom did you have in mind?"

Mai cocked an eyebrow. "You have no relatives left who could be crowned Fire Lord. Naming an outsider will cause more trouble than it's worth."

"Wait!" Sokka sat up, eyes bright. "You're going to name one of us? That is so amazing! I'm sure that's going to work out perfectly fine. Imagine that… Fire Lord Aang, perhaps?" Suki punched him on the arm and kept him from interrupting again with a glare.

"I have an heir", Iroh announced, voice grave and heavy. "I just need you to find him and bring him here."

They were confused. Understanding dawned in Aang's eyes first. "No…", he whispered, willing Iroh not to voice what he feared was coming. But just as he made the wish it was denied, and Iroh spoke the words that Aang felt were going to change everything that had been accomplished in the past ten years.

"I need you to find Zuko."

"Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix"
Quoted from Christina Baldwin

This… was one long chapter. I honestly didn't plan for it to turn out this long. But there was so much that just needed to be included – and so much that I deliberately left out so that you'll have some more mysteries to ponder.

So, what is going on? Has grief pushed Iroh over the edge? Is he planning to hunt phantoms? Who is plotting against the Gaang and what do they wish to accomplish? Is Zuko still alive? What happened ten years ago?

Questions, questions. You will get answers!

In the meantime, please leave some reviews for me to enjoy.

Yours,

Inkcharm