Cruising through the icy water, I stood atop the tallest part of the single black metal tower that rose from the back of our vessel. Thick, black smoke poured into the clear sky above me, I watched as we got closer and closer to the spot where the light had been. It had only lasted a few moments then it was gone. It was getting late and we were still miles out. It wasn't dark, just dim; this part of the world was still in daylight for the next few months. I heard footsteps behind me and heard the familiar voice of my teacher, my uncle, General Iroh. He stood for a moment silently behind me, maybe looking out over the waters as I was; maybe he was looking at me.
"Well," he said finally, "I'm going to bed now." I heard a yawn and the rustle of his sleeves as he stretched followed by a sigh. After a short pause he continued, "Yep, a man needs his rest…" he paused again, "Prince Zuko," he started, "you need some sleep. Even if you're right, and the Avatar is alive, you won't find him. Your father, your grandfather, and great grandfather, have all tried and failed."
"Because their honor didn't hinge on the Avatars capture. Mine does. This coward's hundred years of hiding are over." I said in a low, angry voice. The thoughts of my father and my honor swirling in my head wear familiar, but the memories stirred up were not among my favorite.
Then I heard the footsteps again, this time they were fading.