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Chapter 9

She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her face was perfection embodied, her entire bearing, her posture, made his heart beat faster than he could believe. It wasn't lust, for he had experienced lust before...he knew what lust was, and this was not lust. Lust was something else, a craving that would simply burn out upon the act of consummation. Lust was self gratification, instantaneous, something fleeting. No...this was not lust.

But if it was not lust, what was it then?

Could it be...love?

He closed his eyes, remembering her smile. It was the smile that had done it, the graceful curve of her perfectly formed lips moving upwards, the gentle face, and those eyes. They were different from any he had seen before...they were like diamonds to him, more precious than anything he had ever possessed in his entire life. And her name...he mouthed the syllables as if they were a holy rite, as if the very act of saying her name was something sacred. Such a beautiful name. Fitting, for such a beautiful person.

For her, he would give up a kingdom. If he had a kingdom to give up, the young man thought to himself with a wry smile.

The young man struggled to make sense of the emotions stirring within him, the stab of pain, the constant aching inside. He was confused, and he did not like it. She was so far away from him, something unattainable, something that he would never...could never...hope to reach. Oh, how he longed to touch her face, to feel the warm caress of her hand upon his cheek, to experience the pleasure of her lips on his.

How he wanted her...how he longed to possess her...how he needed to have her by his side.

I am in love.

She would never have him. Never. She was something so high up, on a pedestal of her own, towering over everything else. Who was he to even entertain the thought of speaking to her?

He was the Fire Lord's son, that's who he was.

But would she care? There had to be many after her, many who seeked her hand, and...the thought sent another wave of pain within him...perhaps, just perhaps, he tried to remind himself firmly, she was already taken. The thought that she might be with another man, the thought that she had given herself to another man...it chilled him. It did not anger him...no...because it was her right. Women like her, as beautiful...as perfect as she was...no one could order them to do anything against their will. No one should, for beauty as incredible as that should not be forced...could not be forced. It was wild, untamable.

I want you, he thought fervently, his heart filled with longing, his blood raging within him.

But I cannot force you. The raging stilled, but the longing remained. It would always remain, for that was the nature of love.

Love could not be forced upon anyone...but it could come upon you without your consent.

I cannot force her to love me.

She turned then, that personification of beauty in the flesh, and he felt his heart skip a beat as her gaze, steady and unwavering, her eyes clear as crystal, fall upon him, as if a ray from the divine had suddenly graced his meaningless form.

And the smile that she gave him...he would remember it always, until the day he died.

It would be the last thing he would remember, the last flash before his eyes, as he slipped into the cold, chilly embrace of death. The darkness consumed him, blanketing him, preparing him for that sleep from which there was to be no awakening. He could feel the warmth in his body slip away even as his blood soaked the cobblestones...he could feel the life flee from him, leaving his body a mere shell, empty...a carcass without a soul. But then again, he thought to himself blearily...his soul had died when she had left him...forever.

Yet still he remembered her smile.

Ursa...my beloved Ursa...

I love you, Ursa...

How many times had he said those words to her? How many times had he shown her how he truly felt for her, how much he cared, how much she had meant to him? Had she known? Had she known how he truly felt...had she known how much he wanted to express his feelings for her, but had not been able to? Had she known? The question burned him deep inside his heart, even now, as the heartbeats grew slower and slower. Had she known?

Somewhere inside him, he knew the answer to his question. He had known it all along...all this time. It was amazing...how these things came back to you, how the forgotten moments suddenly became clear, how memories and feelings, long buried under a cover of coldness and cruelty, suddenly came flooding back...now, when you were at Death's door. Here, time did not exist, even as the last few seconds slipped away through that metaphorical hourglass...the time of his life, a candle slowly dimming and fading from existence. He knew the answer, and he was elated by it.

She had known...she had known that he had loved her...and for that love, and for the love of the consummation of their union...for the fruit of their love...she had died for him. For them. For love.

Even bad people deserve a merciful death. Even bad people need to be loved. Because there was really no such thing as a bad person, merely one who had taken a look at life and its rules, and decided, with utmost alacrity, that those rules that had so bounded every other person need not apply to them. Because every bad person was, first and foremost, a person inside, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Even bad people could give love...and, very often, they could give a love much greater than anyone else could ever hope to provide.

I love you,Ursa...I always have...and I always will...

And so Fire Lord Ozai, son to Fire Lord Azulon and Fire Lady Ilah, brother to Prince Iroh, husband to Princess Ursa, father to Prince Zuko and Princess Azula, Lord of the Fire Nation, and Slayer of the Avatar, the last Airbender, died. And, perhaps because the ways of the Divine are a mystery to us all, perhaps because His justice is mercy, and probably because we do not know what happens after we die, you could not help but feel that the Fire Lord had died a happy death. For as you gaze at the smile on his face, even surrounded by blood and the grief that came with the loss of those he had taken to death with him, you could not help but feel that a man who had caused so much chaos in life, had finally found peace.

Dinner was an interminable affair, and evidently state functions were something taken extremely seriously in the Fire Nation. There was a certain decorum to the whole thing, a peculiar formality to something that Katara would have considered to be conducted in a manner with some formality, but not this much.

The utensils were placed about one inch from the edge of the table, each one lining up at the base with the one next to it. Utensils on the outermost position were to be used first, Iroh whispered to them steathily, noting the wild eyed looks the girls gave to the impressive array of silverware before them. There were three pair of chopsticks, each of them carved with the intricacy that, even to their untrained eyes, displayed the skill of a master craftsman. There were two forks, fashioned out of silver, which shone in the brilliance of the candlelight. There were four spoons, three made from silver, or some equally bright metalware, Suki thought to herself, and one more made out of...she could not believe this...gold. The light glinted of its polished surface, and uncharacteristically enough, Suki thought of pocketing it. Sokka would certainly have made of with one or two.

The entire hall was a spectacle of lights, from the ceiling, with the six small chandeliers; small, because there were another two, these ones placed directly above the raised platform that housed the Imperial party, which were larger than any other chandelier Katara had ever seen. It was a wonder, she would reflect sleepily that night, that there had been no wax falling on them. The cloth that covered the table was, of course, red, but edged with what looked like gold thread, but there was really no way of confirming that, short of examining the cloth edges in front of all the guests.

Dinner consisted of eight courses, each borne to the table by silent waiters dressed in white, who, with an expert hand, placed the plates in front of the guests, removing the plate from the previous course with the other. This was done with some skill, for not once did any remnant of food on the plate fall on the cloth, nor a single drop of the two soups; one thick, and one thin; spill on the plate on which the bowl was placed.

Suffice to say, the food, and the presentation, were both excellent.

The conversation started just as soon as the first course was served, and by the time the third course; soup, thick and aromatic, in this case; had arrived, the conversation was in full flow. There was no raucousness about it...the words were polite, firm, and spoken with a certain dignity. The guests at the table were, after all, amongst the upper ranks of the social hierarchy of the Fire Nation, and one did not rise so high in a world where civilized was just not good enough by acting less than impeccable.

Any prejudice they would have felt, any questions, any curiosity they might have had towards the two girls, newcomers...indeed, definite strangers to the table, did not show in their conversations. As a matter of fact, the topics did not center around them, but shifted around constantly, with a fluidity that surprised both girls immensely. It would however not go to the topic of war; always a sensitive one, considering the guests at table-there were two generals in addition to Katara, the de facto ambassador of the Earth King, and Suki, who was, in an official capacity, an ambassadorial assistant, but in reality a bodyguard; the topics that were more mundane, such as the developments in the world of business, were the ones discussed at the table.

"So tell me, Ambassador, how do you like the Fire Nation so far?" a man asked. Katara's mind worked quickly, and she chewed her food slower, allowing herself some time to think out a reply that would be...diplomatic in nature, as well as complimenting. "I haven't been here long," she replied, "I've been in the palace mostly, and..."

"Indeed?" the man interrupted her in mid sentence, and then, as if suddenly realizing his mistake, smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry...please, continue. "Well..." she trailed off, not really knowing what to say, "It's different, from my home," she finished, knowing just how weak and lame that answer had been.

"Well, I certainly cannot ask you to comment on our fair country, at least not before you have a chance to visit around some more. So what do you think of the palace, then?" he continued, keeping his eyes on her.

"It is truly...magnificent," she managed, with a sidelong look at Zuko. The Fire Lord was silent, seemingly oblivious to nothing else but his food, but only a fool would think that the young ruler was not paying any attention to the conversations that were taking place around him.

"The gardens are beautiful," Katara added honestly, and glanced at Zuko again. The Fire Lord caught her eye, and looked away, but Katara could see that the compliment had pleased him.

"Truly, they are," the man agreed. "His Majesty's mother had fine taste indeed."

Beside her, Suki sat quietly, listening to Iroh and another man. "The budget for military expenditure this month is fully expanded, I'm afraid," the man said. "We have apparently overstepped ourselves in buying the wheat crop. Right now, we are trying to sell it to the treasury."

"How much, exactly?" Iroh asked, the curiosity evident in his voice. The old man had finished his soup, and already, his mind was on the next course.

"Something in the excess of five tonnes, Prince Iroh," the man replied, as if he was somewhat embarrassed by it. "We can, of course, keep it in storage, but the treasury is keeping tabs on every gold piece we have. The accounts have been somewhat...embarrassing for us."

"Why not try and sell it in the open market yourselves?"

"Soldiers do not make good businessmen, Prince Iroh, and the crop market is saturated right now. We might end up making a loss."

Iroh nodded, and then sat up straight as the waiters bearing the next course came into view, his eyes lighted up in anticipation.

The function progressed on smoothly, continuing into the fourth and fifth course. The fourth dish was rice, placed in small bowls in front of the guests. Katara fiddled with her chopsticks, ready to begin, but Iroh cleared his throat, and she stopped. Glancing around, she noted that no one was eating...in fact, they seemed to be totally ignorant of the fact that there was rice in front of them.

"The rice is usually eaten with the fifth course," the man who had talked to her earlier whispered, noting her confusion. "It is considered impolite to eat the rice by itself." He chuckled at that. "There are rules for eating?" Katara whispered back incredulously. "Of course!" he replied. "We are a nation burdened by rules." As he said that, he cast a short glance at the Fire Lord, who was looking forward, surveying the guests before him, around the Imperial Platform.

"The Fire Lord is pretty quiet today, Prince Iroh," the man observed loudly, loud enough for Iroh to hear, and definitely loud enough for Zuko to hear. To his credit, the young man's face did not change, nor did his eyes narrow with the irritation he must have definitely felt.

"Indeed," Iroh agreed, a roguish look on his face. "I wonder why that is? Eh, Zuko?" he nudged his nephew. The Fire Lord glanced at his uncle. "I have nothing to say, nothing to add to the conversation," he replied stiffly.

"Really?" Iroh asked. "Zuko is usually like this," he continued in a confidential whisper that carried around the whole table. "You remember the last time we had one of these functions?" he asked with a grin. There were a few answering grins, and one or two sniggers.

"What? What happened the last time?" Katara could not help herself...she had to ask. Zuko scowled darkly, shooting her a deadly glare, which, of course, she ignored with an impishness she had not known she could have felt so soon.

"Our esteemed Fire Lord did not say a single word throughout the entire function," another man, this one sitting at the furthest end of the table, replied, to a general chorus of laughs and smiles. "Zuko was sitting straight throughout the whole dinner, and when it came to dancing..." Iroh choked, and began laughing, gradually joined by the rest of the guests on the table.

Zuko's face was getting redder and redder.

"Dancing?" Suki asked curiously. "Oh, didn't you know? No, of course not, this is your first function..." the prospective entrepreneur in the saturated crop market said. "There is always dancing at state functions. It is one of those things that we stuffy nobles do for fun," a woman said.

"The dancing usually comes after the sixth course, and so does the mingling, of course," Iroh continued. "And then, after that...dessert."

"Your favourite part, Prince Iroh," someone said, and they laughed again.

"The Prince is an excellent dancer," the woman said. "I was quite a charmer in my younger days," Iroh said modestly, "Which was not such a long time ago, either," he added.

"Do you dance, dear?" the woman asked Suki. "A little," the young Kyoshi warrior said hesitantly. "But of course! She is a Kyoshi warrior, after all. Martial arts and dancing are strangely alike," a man observed. "A Kyoshi warrior, eh?" an old man said, glancing at her. "I've heard about you. Not you personally, of course," he added somewhat hastily, "but I do consider it my good fortune never to have had to meet a Kyoshi warrior on the battlefield."

"This man..." the budding businessman proclaimed grandly, "is one of the Fire Nation's greatest war generals." "You flatter me, sir," the old man replied, "I was merely doing my duty."

"Of course, General," the man smiled. "I have been meaning to ask, of course, if the rumours that you were intending to return to active service are true." There was a shrewd look on the man's face, and Katara could sense a change in the atmosphere, slowly tensing up. The waiters bringing the fifth course, a platter of roast duck, it appeared to be, did not distract her from the conversation.

"I was a soldier...once a soldier, always a soldier," the old man shrugged. "You can take the man away from the battlefield, but you can never take the battlefield away from the man."

"The Fire Nation is always prepared to receive her citizens who wish to continue serving," Zuko said, reaching for a slice of duck.

"Especially now," someone else commented, "with all this going on."

Perhaps it would have been a mistake to open her mouth, but Katara had to say something. After all, how could she not? "You are talking about the Fire Nation's refusal to retreat from the occupied territories, of course," she said, and ignored the warning look that Iroh gave her.

"I forgot...you are the ambassador of the Earth King, after all," the man said. There was no remorse on his face. "It was a mistake to bring this up...I beg you, let us drop the subject of war."

"What can I say, Ambassador," the old man spread his hands, one hand holding his chopsticks. "I led the Fire Nation armies into one of the early forays into the Earth Kingdom. I offer no apologies for my part in the fighting, and I can offer no explanation for the deaths that my men caused amongst the Earth Kingdom armies. But I will say this...we too, we, the Fire Nation, also suffered our own casualties. We too have lost people to war. My own brother is now blind, a present from an Earth Kingdom strike force that attacked behind our lines. Do I blame the Earth Kingdom for it? No, I do not. It was war, and we fought, both sides fought, and bled, and died."

"But is there truly a need for war?" the woman asked.

"What is war, my lady?" someone else replied. "War is a state of conflict, with violence as the way to settle the differences between both sides. There are some things that cannot be solved merely by negotiations. After all, when one party is weaker than the other, why should there be negotiations in the first place? When you can take something by force, why bother negotiating and settling for something less?"

"Are there moral precedents for war? Maybe," the general said. "but I do not make the decisions, do I? I merely follow my orders."

Katara turned her gaze to Zuko. The Fire Lord was watching the conversation with interest, evident in his eyes. He regarded her momentarily, his face impassive, not betraying any of the emotions he must have been feeling. It was an act, this veneer of calmness. Katara was sure of it. What was he hiding behind the facade of emotionlessness? Shame, perhaps? Regret? She did not know. For if there was one way that Zuko had changed, it was that he had learnt to hide his feelings better.

Go ahead, ask.

Ask.

She asked, and the Fire Lord almost smiled, but he was sure that smiling now would be a big mistake. It was remarkable, how easily she had been manipulated...goaded, even, into asking this question, now, especially, in front of all the guests at the table. How he conducted himself would be told, and retold with remarkable clarity, he knew. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his uncle. The old man had also been silent during the conversation, merely watching, merely waiting, a mere observer in a game that was being played out. He owed his uncle, the Fire Lord knew. The old man was perfectly capable of putting an end to this...indeed, he could have simply steered the conversation away from the topic earlier. But he had not, because...why? Why had he not done that, the Fire Lord asked himself suddenly. It struck him that perhaps his uncle wanted to see what he would do.

Watch, Uncle...and see how well I have learnt from you, from Azula.

From my father.

"Do you know why this war began, in the first place? It was Sozin who started this war...Sozin, my great grandfather. Did you know that Sozin and Avatar Roku were childhood friends? They were, and closer than most. Sozin was the Fire Lord, and Roku was the Avatar. It was Sozin who began the invasion of the Earth Kingdom. Why? Because he wanted to share the wealth of the Fire Nation with the world." Zuko laughed hollowly, raising his hand to stop Katara from speaking.

"I admit, it does sound a little clichéd, but that was what he said. And he was right, in a way," Zuko leaned back. "Look around, Katara. What do you see? Progress, Katara...the Fire Nation is progress. We have moved forward...far ahead than any other nation...far greater than any other nation. Why, then, should we not show the rest of the world the way forward? But would they listen? No, they would not. Why? Because it would mean that the Fire Nation will be leading the way. It would mean that one nation will take the helm, will take precedence over the rest." He paused, glancing around. They were all looking at him, watching their Fire Lord.

"Perhaps it was wrong of Sozin to have begun this war, but that does not change a thing, Katara. Perhaps he could have done better...something that did not require war as the catalyst. Perhaps he just wanted war...I cannot say. But it does not change the basic fact, Katara. The war has begun, and it has continued, through Azulon, through my father, and now, through me. And now, through me, in my lifetime, the comet...Sozin's comet, has arrived. And we of the Fire Nation...we can finally end this war, once and for all.

Can I end this war? Perhaps...yes. But should I? Should I end this war? Should I surrender the lands which we have fought hard to gain? Should I simply pull the armies back into the Fire Nation?" He laughed again, and once again, it was a laugh without humour. "There are over two million people in the Fire Nation, and we are growing larger and larger. We cannot hope to continue our way of living on what resources we have here. We need the Earth Kingdom, we need the Water Tribes...for what they possess. The resources which they have in their lands, the resources that they do not make use of, simply because they cannot use them. They lack the capabilities to use them, but we do not. We can make use of those resources, and we can improve lives.

The Avatar once said that all four nations held the key to stability. But all we have is backwardness. Retarded progress! Can the Earth Kingdom build the war machines that we have? Can the Water Tribe build the furnaces that we have built? We, we the Fire Nation...we can improve life. The other nations merely exist...we adapt, and we grow, and we advance ourselves.

Why should I end this war, when I can finally achieve what my predecessors have set out to achieve? How can I simply overlook the sacrifices of the Fire Nation soldiers who have lost their lives in the service of their nation? Tell me, Katara, how can I not continue this war?" He paused, and he could see her face. There was pain there, pain and anger. But there was also something else, something that he had not expected to see in those eyes. Something that surprised him.

Understanding. Or at least a glimmer of understanding.

She did not agree with him, he knew that. But he had made his point...he had made his point. To her, and to everyone else at the table. Let them know why their Fire Lord did not do what they, yes, even they of the Fire Nation, had expected him to do.

"There has to be unity for us to advance. There has to be one leader. There cannot be mere cooperation. There has to be a leader."

"And what of the Avatar? What of his sacrifices?" the Fire Lord almost smiled at the stricken look on her face. Be careful, Zuko...be very careful. Don't push to hard.

"Well..." he looked her full in the face, wondering how exactly she would react upon hearing what exactly he was going to say next.

"Well...what of it, Katara?"

The air balloon rode the winds at a seemingly slow pace,but this was deceptively false. The lower hanging clouds and the darkness of the night sky obscured the ground below, and it was difficult for anyone to gauge the speed or distance. There was a cool night breeze, but whether this was caused by the movement of the balloon, or simply just the passing air, they could not tell. And 'they' being, of course, Princess Azula and her friends.

The Fire Nation princess lounged lazily in her chair, glancing at the ceiling. Traveling via air balloon, she reflected to herself, was incredibly dull. There was little room to walk around, even though the cabin below the vast red balloon was the largest in the fledging Fire Nation Flying Corps. The Princess, although she did not want to admit it to anyone, quite liked her feet to be planted on solid ground.

Now ships...ships she did not mind. At least the ship was on something; water. But this balloon...it was floating. On air. Floating on something that was supposed to be the lightest element out there.

The last Avatar had been an Airbender, the Princess smiled to herself. Ironic, in a way. But she did not really want to pursue that train of thought.

She simply wanted to get back to ground.

Beside her, Ty Lee was not faring any better. The only difference was that she was pretty obvious about her dislike for air travel. The acrobat moaned audibly, her face probably green, except that it was dark, and the fact that they were under a large balloon filled with light, and very very flammable gas, did not really encourage anyone to attempt to light even something as small as a candle.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Ty Lee muttered, and Azula glanced at her sympathetically. It was the same thing as the journey to Ba Sing Sei. They had crossed the ocean, the vast mass of water separating the Fire Nation and the conquered Earth Kingdom territories, by this balloon, and Ty Lee had not enjoyed it at all.

"Relax," Mai said, "It will be over soon anyway." The dark haired girl did not seem in the least perturbed by their mode of transportation. In fact, Azula thought suspiciously, she did not seem perturbed by anything at all. Not even by the fact that she and Zuko had drifted apart towards the end of the war, with his leaving the Fire Nation again and all.

And now my brother is the Fire Lord. It seemed strange, somehow, even though her agreement had been sought on the subject. She could have become the Fire Lord, or the Fire Lady, instead of her scarred brother, and yet she did not take it.

Why? Sometimes, especially on those cold nights when sleep proved to be as elusive as the Avatar had been, she wondered why herself.

There was a respectful knock on the door, as if the person outside was trying to be careful not to wake any of the occupants in case they were asleep. As if anyone could sleep in this thing, Azula thought darkly, deciding that this would be the last time she would ever step inside this...contraption.

"Come in," she said, and the door opened, to reveal one of the balloon's crewmen. "Princess," he bowed, slightly breathless. The altitude, Azula thought to herself.

"We are approaching the capital. The captain has given orders that we land just outside the palace," he told her, and she nodded. "Good work," she replied, and waved him off.

"We're here?" Ty Lee moaned hopefully. "Thank you," she muttered, her eyes moving heavenwards. Azula privately agreed.

"Well?"

The question hung in the stale, musty and unmoving air. It seemed to reverberate around the room, echoing around and off the walls. The men shuffled uncomfortably, glancing uneasily at each other. This had seemed to be a good idea several hours ago, just as how all ideas seemed to be good ideas when they were several hours away.

But several hours away had now become several hours ago.

"It is obvious," one man said, slowly and hesitantly. He did not really want to be the first to speak, did not want to be remembered as the person who had begun the proceedings of this meeting. But, he thought to himself, if he did not speak, who else would? Those cowards, he glared at them contemptuously, ignoring the fact that he was one of them. "The Earth King does not want another war with the Fire Nation. He will not order our soldiers out to move against the invaders."

"The Earth King will not give any order...will not condone any course of action that will lead to war." The sentence had been impressive, and he was somewhat proud of his use of the word 'condone'. A strange thing to think of at a time like this, he reflected to himself in the privacy of his mind, even as his ears heard the next line of the conversation.

"The Fire Nation could advance straight at the nearest town, and capture it without a fight. Have you heard the latest order from his Majesty? 'Avoid direct confrontation as much as possible'." The speaker was a general in the Earth Kingdom army, a veteran of six campaigns, the last of which had been an abortive attempt to push the Fire Nation back from the Eastern front.

"So, we are all agreed then?"

Silence, once again. This was the big step, that large step that would lead them across the tricky line between disaffection and outright treason.

Treason. The word was avoided as if the very act of saying it would be like taking poison willingly.

Treason.

There was a general mutter of assent, as the tides of loyalty began to shift once again. Each man took that step, moving forward across that invisible line, and found, to each person's individual surprise, that stepping over that line was not as hard as it had seemed a few seconds ago.

"We are agreed then." The voice seemed satisfied, pleased even. People were remarkably easy to manipulate. I am the Puppet Master, and these are my Puppets. But a Puppet Master had limits, especially since the puppets were living people. You had to lead them on, slowly, gradually...making them think that this was all their idea in the first place. It would be simpler, very much simpler, if they thought it was their own idea. They would truly work at it then.

"Yes...we are agreed." His voice warbled, and the man swallowed, then clenched his fists and straightened noticeably. And then he said in a stronger voice, this time with no hint of any wavering doubt in it.

"We are agreed. The Earth King must be removed."

Author's Notes.

Well, another chapter posted. I've just realised that this story has over thirty thousand words in it, and still it's not finished. It's not even approaching the middle yet. And I had hoped to finish it in forty thousand words or so. Apparently that will not happen. I'm beginning to think that this story is moving too slowly...what do you guys think?

Someone, one of my early reviewers, asked me why Zuko was continuing the war. I hope I answered it here. It might seem rather misguided of him, a little naive, even, but that's the way it is supposed to be. I'm trying to justify war from the point of view of the Fire Nation. This is not an easy thing to do. I'd appreciate any ideas from you guys, because, when you think of it,from the point of view of an aggressive nation, there is no other justification other than a desire to rule.

So, do drop your ideas and comments if you have any.

With regards to the Zutara thing, after much soul searching, I have decided that this will be a Zutara story...how? I haven't figured that out yet, lol.

The UK is getting new episodes before the USA. I'm just saying...permit me a moment to gloat.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

And thanks for reading. BYE!!!!!