I walk down the streets of the Northern Water Tribe. The homeless sit against walls, most buildings almost melted because of the ash. The war has affected this place so much. I can remember when the buildings, and people, stood tall, never having problems with money shortage, or melting buildings! But now, now this is horrible. Since I'm related to Ozai, I obviously have plenty money, although my brother does hate me. So I give as much as I can to everyone. I'm just an old man, no purpose except to give. I'm to old to do anything but that. So I give.
"What's your name, kind sir?" one child asks me after giving them two gold pieces.
"My name is Iroh, what is yours, sweet girl?" I ask.
"My name is Emily. Thank you so much, now my family can eat!" she says, curtseying. I bow.
"I will do anything to help anybody, even those who don't know they need it," I say, thinking of poor Zuko. He doesn't yet know where he's going in life, but I know he will be great. Tears well up in my eyes, but I hold them back. I miss Zuko so much. I continue walking down the streets, giving money and hope, and being thankful that none of these people have as heavy hearts as mine.
