K15: this one just came to me. After watching Zuko Alone for about the fourth time. And reading a fic. But other than that, enjoy. Later. K15

Disclaimer: I have a few unanswered questions about Zuko's past therefore I don't own Avatar.

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If the city is as magnificent as its wall, Bah Sing Se must be something to behold. I hope you all may see it some day, if we don't burn it to the ground first! Ha ha ha. Until then, enjoy these gifts. For Zuko, a pearl dagger from the general who surrendered when we broke through the outer wall. Note the inscription and the superior craftsmanship.

Iroh signed the letter and gave it to one of the guards standing next to him. "Deliver this to the Fire Nation. The Palace to be exact." Iroh commanded the stood up and stepped outside his tent.

"General Iroh!" A soldier yelled. Following him was two more soldiers carrying a stretcher. "Sir we have important news. The city of Bai-Sing-Sei has started to retaliate!"

"Get the front line out there and fight them off. My soldiers should have been more than ready." Iroh commanded.

"Sir, we've already sent out the first group. And the second…" The soldier looked away. "Sir, this isn't about the war. It's about the slaughtering."

"We out number them."

"I know sir, but their army has improved."

"What happened!" Iroh looked around for Luten. "Where's my son?" He demanded.

"Sir, that's what I came to inform you." The other two soldiers brought Luten up to his father. "He's been injured."

Iroh shook his head refusing to believe it. "Take him to the healers. Now that's an order." Iroh barked.

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Iroh could be found for the next few hours with his son. Refusing to leave his side. There was nothing they could do. He had taken a fatal wound in his side. He had only a few more hours to live. Luten would be lucky if he made it to the next morning.

"My son, please survive." Iroh pleaded.

"Dad, I'm sorry if I ever disappointed you." Luten whispered.

Iroh took his son's hand into his own. "No, don't ever say that. You've never disappointed me. You've always made me proud." Iroh said.

"Father, please don't give the throne to Uncle Ozai." Luten pleaded. "He doesn't deserve it."

"I know," Iroh whispered. It was horrible that he even talked about his younger brother like that. If Ozai did take the throne, then the war would continue to rage on, and more lives would be taken.

Luten closed his eyes and took one final deep breath before saying, "it was an honor to serve you Dad. And I love you."

Iroh felt his son's hand go cold and his breathing come to a complete stop. Iroh began to panic. If there was one time he panicked, it was before when his wife died giving birth to Luten. He felt his son's pulse and found there to be none.

Iroh gave out a sigh and kissed his son's forehead. "I love you too, my boy." Iroh said, before covering his son up with the white cloth.

He exited the tent and gave one final glance back at his boy. He would have to write another letter to Ursa saying how his son died. Iroh was going to give up the battle, after being away for a year and a half he was tired. So it was time to go home, to where he'd knew that his father would be welcoming him with open arms.

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K15: I don't know why I thought about this fic. It just popped into my head.

Iroh: A fic all about me! I'm a happy man.

Me: Yeah I thought so.

Iroh: You'd know what else would make me happy?

Me: Tea?

Iroh: Exactly! So when you guys review you should give me tea. Because my nephew kidnapped all of mine. And I've got to have my tea.

Me: Iroh's got a point. So feed Sokka and give Iroh tea. Until next time. Later. K15