A/N: I thought that this was a cute, slightly sad perspective on Zuko as a young kid.
Be sure to tell me what you think!
Stork
Zuko peered warily, and slightly curiously, at the little bundle that was resting peacefully in his mothers arms.
"So… a big bird put her on our doorstep?" His mother nodded at smiled at his naiveté. The day went on without anything out of the ordinary. Zuko was soon put to sleep after sunset, his two year old body tired after such a day.
Shrill crying pierced the air at three in the morning. Running down the hall, around various turns, Zuko finally reached his mother's bedroom with his tiny hands covering his ears. Shouting to make himself heard over his little sister's crying Ursa heard her son scream, "Take her back! Make the birdie take her back mommy!"