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Alright, the finale was amazing! The next few pieces are going to be for characters after the finale. At part 30, that will be the end of this series. This one is for Iroh!
"The bittersweet tears shed over graves are for word left unsaid and deeds left undone." -Harriet Stowe
The sun was setting over the massive city of Ba Sing Se, casting a golden light that touched everything in an almost seemingly etheral light.
In his new tea shop, the once General Iroh and Grand Master of the Order of the White Lotus was watching said sunset while drinking his own brewed tea
in contentment. Only a few days before his nephew and the Avatar and his friends had stopped by for a visit. Sokka's painting now hung on the back wall in his tea shop.
Everything that he could have hoped for had come true. The world now had peace and his nephew had followed the right path, and on his own.
Everything should be...perfect.
Yet he could not help but feel a tug of sadness on his heart. There was one person who should be here, who should have been able to enjoy this new life with him.
A young man who could have led his own great path in this new life.
His son...Lu Ten...
But he was not here. He was gone and had been for years now because of himself. It was his fault.
His own son had died in the war because of his attempt to take over Ba Sing Se. That was when he had had enough of the war.
To lose one's own child before your own time is undescribable.
Zuko had become like a son to him and his was glad to have a second chance at being a father.
Yet still, he had failed once before...
Some day he would see his son again...
and he would let him know how sorry he was. So much regret...
Iroh stared at the setting sun thoughtfully, his dark golden eyes burdened with remorse. One day he would see his son again, but until then...
He would be the father figure Zuko never had.