She looked out into the storm, before burying her head in her knees. Her tears stained her pants, but she didn't care. Yumi was pretty sure that Iroh was probably was staring at her strangely but that wasn't on her mind.

Yumi couldn't believe it. Why? Why? Why did her brother have to die? She had hopes that she would see him in the future, a family reunion. But what was her family without Lu Ten.

Iroh looked down at the crying girl. He sat beside her, slowly and hesitantly wrapping her in a warm embrace. No matter how he thought about it, it reminded him of his daughter. The daughter that his father so easily killed. But he was relieved that the girl accepted him, allowing him to hold her as he longed to hold his own. A few tears strayed from his own eyes, truly accepting that his entire family was gone. He opened his eyes, looking sadly out to the mountains were. I can't lose Zuko as well.

Yumi felt comfort in the warmth. She was weary and fell asleep, tears staining her face. The feelings of protection made her feel calm. Iroh gingerly lay her down. His arm was still sore from where Azula attacked him. He looked over the sleeping figure. He reached out and moved away the fringe off her face. He gasped, seeing the scar cutting through her eyelid and her upper cheek. But that wasn't the part that surprised him the most. Her features resembled Kuma's. Kuma, his wife, who had died giving birth to Keiko.

He stumbled back. Then a thought came to him. 'No. It's not possible. She was killed 9 years ago.' But the more he looked at Yumi, the resemblance was too great. He sat by her, tears not able to stay back. His daughter was alive, not dead as he first believed. Iroh placed his hand on her head stroking her hair for the first time in a long while. With his other hand he wiped away his tears.

Not tears of sadness but ones of happiness

On the Mountain~~~~~
Zuko looked out into the storm. He wished the lightning to strike him but to no avail. The lightning reflected his conflicting emotions. He took a breath of the smoggy air, calming him.

Ever since he was young, he had liked storms. He never truly understood why but the dark clouds seemed lonely like he was. Azula was always causing trouble, taking up most of their mother's attention. And there were times when his mother disappeared all together. The storm would remind him of how he was, always in the shadow of his younger sister.

He sat down on a rock, his clothes soaked. He yelled out in anger. He placed his head in his hands. Always, looked down by, always hidden by Azula's genius. Why was he born this way? Why must he suffer the hardships that no-one else would ever suffer.

Zuko's tears were mingled with the rain. Whatever he couldn't do, Azula surely could do it. Whatever he knew, Azula had mastered long ago. Always the weaker person, even if he was the oldest. He should have been the one that was guiding Azula with new techniques. Not her shaming him with her power.

'WHY?'

At the Hut~~~~~

The yells from the mountain woke Yumi up. Her eyes opened wide and alert, her hand reaching for the dagger hidden within the folds in her pants. But before her hand made it, her head bumped into something. Both of her hands grasped her head. '.'

She looked up to see what she hit. Iroh was sitting, one hand supporting himself, the other rubbing his chin. Yumi's eyes widened. 'Ah. I'm really sorry!' She lowered herself to her knees and grabbed a towel and dampened it. She passed it to Iroh, who then placed it onto his chin. It was then she noticed his sad smile.

'It's been a while Keiko.' Yumi gasped. When did he find out? Did it slip when she spoke? She had decided that even though she longed to return to her father, it was safer for them to not know her true identity. She, who was meant to be dead, was a skilled Firebender outside the reign of the Fire Lord.

But as she looked at her father's face, she always wondered if she had the strength to stop herself from embracing him. And if he would accept her even. She lowered her head to the ground. The tears had returned but not ones of sadness but ones of fear. Will her father reject her?

'I'm sorry. But after what Grandfather did to me Auntie thought it was safer to stay hidden. I understand if you hate me because of it but please don't blame Auntie. She saved me.' By the time she had said this, the memories of the time with Ursa unlocked from a part of her heart. She was the mother she never had. The tears came fast, not even allowing her to have time to try to hold them back.

She lifted her head, the tears blurring her vision. She tensed up, expecting perhaps a beating but she was surprised when he reached out and pulled her towards him. One hand on her head and stroking it he whispered soft words. 'Keiko, you're alive. Don't worry. I do not hate you. I am just glad that you are alive and well.'

He looked up at the ceiling. Although there was no way he could bring Lu Ten back to his arms, he was no longer alone. He had Keiko and he was glad.

'I'm so happy to be back, Father.'