In the Fire Nation

After five years of search there was still no sign of his mother. Zuko was almost ready to give up and just admit that she probably be dead when Aang stormed into his palace.

The monk ran up to him jumping from one side to the other. He looked curious. "What is it , Aang?", the Fire Lord asked. Aang gasped for air and then said as fast as he could, "I had a little bit of free time so I contacted the spirits and they told me where we can find your mother.". Zuko just stood and stared at the little monk. Then he grabbed his shoulders and asked, "Where?".

Somewhere in Scotland, Great Britain, 1892

She heard a noise in the garden. Nothing unusual for normal ears, but hers were more refined than that of the most humans. She chuckled a little, humans. Indeed she was none, thanks to her father.

Silently as a cat she dressed in her usual tight suit and left the house unnoticed, she did not want to disturb either the people she protected nor the unfortunate beings outside. She saw them laying in the field, at least twenty men with weapons, waiting for the people inside to come out of the house. One of them had readied his gun, that was the noise she had heard.

For a brief moment her eyes glowed, it always angered her when people showed up wanting to hurt the nicest woman she ever knew.

All of sudden she attacked them. Kicking and punching she broke bones and necks as well. She would have no mercy for them, if she had they would probably come back and try again, this way she kept the number of attackers at a small average. As she was finished she buried them in the at place, these field were perfect for this kind of needs.

She saw the sun glowing at the horizon when she went back into the house. Just as she got out of her jacket a tiny voice was heard from behind, "Good morning, Jo. You are up early.", she turned and saw a nine-years-old rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Hello, Lynnie. You're pretty early too, do you want breakfast?"

"Hmhm."

They both went straight into the kitchen where Lynn sat own on the table and Joan putted on an apron. She playfully held a spoon high into the air, "What do you want, little one?"

"Don't call me that!"

"I think pancakes are great. Give me ten minutes."

With perfection and grace she made the dough and cooked up the pancakes. In a last step she dropped them at three plates and gave each one an individual flavor, chocolate for Lynn, blueberries for herself and honey for Lady Ursa, whenever she liked to join them. Lynn's amber eyes glowed golden when she saw the chocolate sauce and she licked her lips, what caused Joan to giggle and almost drop the plate.

"You're a butler, you're not supposed to laugh at me.", the little girl growled, which caused the twenty-years-old to laugh loudly. "I'm half a demon, you are not supposed to judge my actions little one.", she stated. The child knew about her nature as well as Ursa, she had not even tried to lie to the woman who had saved her and the little one grew up with it, but they as well understood that it was necessary not to let anyone else know. Some people did not react that great when they knew about her, up first front her father's master followed by her mother.

She only barely remembered the woman who had born her. From her father she knew that her mother had been a nun, she was called Martha Simmons, but she knew as well that the woman had left her as soon as she knew what she was, what her father was.

Then there was only pain and hunger in her memory. Until Lady Ursa had found her. She would do anything to keep her safe.