Korra and Asami were attending a festival in honor of the founding of Republic City.

"General Iroh!" Korra called out. They walked over to where he stood.

The young general greeted them warmly. "Korra. Asami. Good to see you."

"We wouldn't have missed this," Asami said.

As they talked, several young men and women took to a raised stage in the middle of a court. They were dressed in old-fashioned Fire Nation attire. They demonstrated advanced firebending and chanted to Agni.

"Who are they?" Korra asked, fascinated.

Iroh spoke dismissively. "They call themselves Children of the Sun. Very dedicated firebenders. They reject a lot of modern ways."

The Children of the Sun finished their performance, then began mingling with the crowd, trying to win converts. A tall, handsome young member of the group locked eyes with Iroh. They stood before each other. "Hello, Iroh." The man's voice was tense.

"Hello, Keone." Iroh was less than thrilled himself.

"Wow," Korra said, "awkward!"

"You guys know each other?" Asami was intrigued.

"We should," Keone said. "We're second cousins."

"Much as I find it distasteful," Iroh admitted. "We have common ancestors. My grandfather was Fire Lord Zuko."

"And his sister, Azula, was my grandmother. Ah, but my manners." He bowed to Korra and Asami. "I am Keone Sun, shaman of the Children of the Sun. You must be Avatar Korra and Aasami Sato."

"Please, don't let us interfere with your little family squabble," Asami quipped.

"No squabble," Keone replied, turning back to Iroh, "just different philosophies."

"You've never believed in Republic City."

"I'm loyal to my nation," Keone retorted.

"Your grandmother was loyal to her nation and her family, Keone. But she still believed in Republic City," Iroh countered hotly.

"Um, excuse me, boys," Korra said, "but I'd like to know more about the princess Azula. Katara never spoke much about her."

"It's a long story," Keone said. "Many loved her. Many hated her. My grandfather loved her dearly. When she died, he lost his own will to live."

"My great-uncle was a dear one," Iroh admitted. "My mother used to talk about how kind he was."

"But more than that..."

THE END