A Tale of Fire and Steel

by Clarke SM

The year was 100AG, the world believed the return of Sozin's Comet would mark an end to the Hundred year war, it did, just not as Azula had expected. Suffering from defeat at the hands of her enemies, her world now shattered at her feet, she would go on to rise again to forge her true destiny, changing the world forever.

14. Act 9 - Burning Bridges

Edited by: Bieverdog AO3: GalavantingGoose

Book I

失衡

Act IX: Burning Bridges

Chapter I: Nocturne of Amestris -FMAB OST

Interlude - FMAB OST

Chapter II: Going Crazy Over You - Anohana OST

Chapter III: Main Theme(Homage to Alchemy)- FMAB OST

Father - Tokyo Ghoul OST

Chapter IV: Equivalent Exchange - FMA OST

I will(instrumental) - Ao Haru OST

Chapter V: Amon in the Shadows - LOK OST

Chapter VI: Sold Your Soul - Wolf's Rain OST

Chapter VII: Blue Spirit - ATLA OST

The Riverwalk - Jack Reacher

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Chapter I

Hello, Uncle

How is everything? Are you selling much tea? You've probably noticed I haven't been in contact lately. I'm sorry for that. Things haven't been going very well here; but I'm working on it every day. You should see how many things have changed. You're welcome to come back home whenever you want; I wouldn't mind if you stayed.

If you don't end up coming, I'll probably go to Ba Sing Se to see you. I haven't done so yet because I'm waiting for things to cool down, you've probably heard about these Yanshi terrorists going about. I've been told the threat has passed in the city, but prevention is better than a cure.

I usually find myself thinking of you; thinking what you would do in my place. It helps me a lot–

"This is stupid." Zuko tossed the brush against the wall, crossing his arms.

"I did say it worked for me; you are another thing entirely, Zuko."

"I'll never be able to send him a letter at this rate." Zuko clutched his head in frustration.

"You'll find the time; don't be so fussy about it."

"Oh, you're one to talk about fussy."

Mai laughed. "Trust me; you don't want to get me started now. Just leave it there…So, are you going to the Earth Kingdom?"

"I don't know yet. Might not be safe… Mak told me they are still scrambling to find small Yanshi cells across the country. They are on the run; but who knows? What do you think?"

"If you have to, you should, but what for?"

"Well… I've been doing my best to help with the operation. I'm already involved; might as well make it official and join them at least for a day."

"Zuko, you're the Fire Lord. You can send someone else, and it would be the same."

"Not for me."

She sighed. "Then do whatever you want."

He got up; he wouldn't want to be late for a meeting he had scheduled. "Got to go, see you for dinner?" Mai nodded disinterestedly, and he left.

The palace had become an enclave for him, separated from the whole world. In part, he saw it as stupidity, but the threats against his life could not be ignored. At least, he got used to seeing the same faces around the palace; but the halls had become deathly silent when once they had been full of life. But it was not the time to dwell on it; he had somewhere to be after all. He went to the throne room, the attendants calling out his name once again. A stylized map of the nation and the colonies had been laid out across the room like a carpet.

Zuko walked towards the map. Slowly but surely, the tiles that marked Fire Nation colonies had been removed. He looked at the northern territories nearest to the Western Air Temple. The absence of any marker told him they were almost completely vacated. Aang had told him they'd already left for the Earth Kingdom proper. Even though not many tiles remained there, he knew it would be some time until he saw any sort of progress again.

Most of the older colonies had been stubbornly delaying the process, citing the need for time to adapt and prepare their populations. Certainly, emptying a big city was nothing short of a logistical nightmare, not to mention the issue of repopulation. The home islands were only so large. Too few areas were prepared for such a sudden influx of people. It didn't help that they were working against the clock.

They were nearing almost one year since he had struck his deal with the Earth King, and it had begun to seem increasingly one-sided in favor of Kuei in terms of benefits, responsibilities– He could go on. Initially, he didn't think much of it; but now, they were the ones being pressured to deliver without exception.

"Your Majesty…" Fang walked over to him.

"Yes?"

"Would you like an overall report?" Zuko nodded.

"The northern isles have been evacuated completely. There's only residual military personnel collecting whatever they can find that is of use or might have been overlooked. Regarding their settlement on the mainland, it has been so far successful. Many still have trouble trying to adapt to their new trades, but that was to be expected. We're still within our estimated range."

"Good. Make sure they get whatever they need and let me know whenever we can schedule a visit."

"Oh, I'm afraid that won't be possible at the moment, Your Majesty. Someone could be sent in your stead; that would be most advisable."

"It's been a week already."

"Yes, and the attempt was foiled before it could even begin because of our operations in the Earth Kingdom. If it weren't for that, you could have been wounded or worse. Here, you're protected by the palace guard and walls; out there, any Yanshi terrorist could be hiding amongst our own, waiting to strike. So, as of now, you cannot take such a risk."

"You've said it yourself: the attack was foiled because of our knowledge of those cells. I'm sure we can do that again."

"Not quite, Fire Lord. You see, the Earth Kingdom, thanks to our continuous prodding and our insistence in a joint operation, has cracked down on most Yanshi cells, which means they are disjointed and on the run. We won't be able to know if one of their agents is in the country since they're likely operating on their own. Since they are now decentralized, I'm afraid there's no way to cut the head off the two-headed rattle-viper, so to speak. Please heed our concern, Colonel Mak suggested your chambers be moved to the top of the central tower. It is the safest room in the palace, just as an extra precaution."

"Very well, but I won't remain there longer than necessary. Once the terrorists are dealt with abroad, I'll visit the settlements."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. There– there is also another matter we should discuss, but in private." Zuko raised an eyebrow but didn't think much of it. After an extensive tax report, he walked with Fang through the palace to the same room where Renhao had taken him earlier to play Pai Sho.

The secretary closed the doors, checking if there was someone in the hallway first. "I'm sorry for the suspense, Your Majesty."

Zuko squinted his eyes. "What is it, Fang?"

"Well, you see, it is no secret you are currently dating Lady Mai; and as Fire Lord, one of your duties is also that of ensuring succession. Namely, you haven't designated an heir, nor are you trying to procure one. As your foremost advisor, it is my duty to let you know that it is destabilizing and usually makes the court nervous. "

He blushed and loosened his collar. "It happens when it happens. I'm not going to force our relationship for that."

"I respect your decision. You are still young, Fire Lord, but you must know that unless the matter is settled, there will be infighting amongst the nobles about who would deserve the privilege, not to mention betrothal offers… "

"So, you're also asking me to marry her?"

Fang nodded. "It would settle half of the problems… and send the signal that you're working on it–"

"Stop. Just… I have to think this through. Was that your only concern?"

"I believe so. I only have one other thing to mention." He waved him to continue. "It's about the good Colonel. He has done excellent work in the Earth Kingdom. I suggest that he be given a greater role in our efforts there."

Zuko looked at him askance. "Wouldn't it be a little early for a promotion? Surely, an award would do."

"In a normal military career, yes, but his work has been outstanding. He is a great asset, Your Majesty, and most importantly, one very loyal to you. It is one thing to have a Colonel as an ally and another to have a general leading your war council."

Zuko widened his eyes, he couldn't believe he was suggesting that. "An Imperial General?! He would be skipping the line.

"And? You are the Fire Lord. There is no line; there is only what you see fit."

"I may name him, yes; but the higher ranks in the military will want my head on a spike. It isn't our tradition… Senior generals get that privilege after decades of service. Not even my father challenged that law."

Fang held up a finger. "Well, back then, the military had more influence because we were in the middle of the war. Now they are in the middle of demobilization; so they do not have enough leverage to challenge your decision. Besides, any rough edges could be smoothed over with some generous early retirement offers."

"Are you suggesting bribery?"

"Not at all. I'm merely suggesting we thank our oldest generals for their accomplishments in the war. With so many decades of work, they are deserving of a good retirement."

The Fire Lord held his chin, pacing a bit. "Then this would open a bunch of positions. Are you suggesting I clear out the old guard? Replace them?"

"Precisely. In case you haven't noticed, they are the ones who have given you the most trouble; the ones who fully oppose your decisions. It would only fit your goals that the military gets… renewed by young talent. The newly promoted General Mak would make it to the lists without a hitch."

"That sounds reasonable. For now, I'll consider Mak's promotion and the retirement offers. If that goes well, I will push their discharge dates forward."

"That's wise of you, Your Majesty. Please, I would advise we keep this between us. You wouldn't want to rattle the cricket-hornet's nest before they are put to sleep."

Chapter II

As Aang flew, he saw by the sea a city, one of the first colonies the Fire Nation had established. It seemed a little precarious and apparently was more of a popular stop on the route to Hong Sha. On the other hand, it might have been the place to gain riches selling their catches from the high seas. He could see that it had more boats than houses, dotted with pools and ramps near the coast, where gigantic animals hung sliced open from poles. Hundreds of workers tore apart their bodies like a swarm of red ants, piece by piece, making use of even the bones. It was a gruesome savagery bloodbath to Aang's eyes.

He steered Appa towards what little empty space he could find. To his disgust, they had landed right next to the butchers, who eyed the bison not with surprise or awe, but like a prized haul. His lemur cowered behind him, sitting atop his head. The plank board floor was tainted red with mud and blood, dirtying the boots of passersby.

Though that butchery appeared to be the city's way of life, its thoroughfares were covered in the putrid stench of the carcasses. As they walked under scrutinous eyes, he avoided the gaze of the fishermen and butchers. They clearly knew who he was, but they just stood in silence glaring. As the streets grew narrower, people moved out of the way for the Avatar to pass. Appa followed, catching his fur on every building or two. As if the barbarity wasn't enough, the bones of the animals were incorporated into the architecture as columns, beams, even rooftops, and that wasn't even counting the furniture.

He only hoped they wouldn't take long there, or enough people would leave for the daily butchering to cease. Not that it would change the look of the place; but at least, he would find it easier to be there. Katara didn't say anything about it throughout their strolling, but Aang was certain by the look in her eyes that she didn't take to it kindly either. Sokka took his time ogling at the gargantuan, hanging beasts and the unusual architecture, but even he could tell by the displeased look on his friend's face that they shouldn't linger.

It took them a good thirty minutes to reach the mayor's house. Much like in the other developed colonies they had seen, the mansion was conveniently situated right in the heart of the city. Though less ostentatious than the mayoral residence in Langshizi, it had its charm or, for lack of a better word, gave a sense of familiarity. It appeared to be the only building unstained by the city's brutish architecture, with not a single bone to be seen. One felt disoriented at its sight, for it could have been plucked right from the Caldera. Surrounded by a thin wall no taller than him and guarded by two spearmen, it somehow felt unceremonial; too mundane.

Sokka checked the directions in the letter twice; but, indeed, they were there. His friend shrugged, walked over to the guards, then waved them over. At least, he wouldn't have to worry about Appa, who had already found a cozy spot to lay on the floor. As one of the soldiers led them to the front door, a servant dressed in red robes politely smiled and guided them into the house, serving them some tea as they waited. He couldn't help but notice her green eyes. She was the first person he had seen there so far that bore any resemblance to an Earth Kingdom citizen. But he wouldn't dare ask.

Thankfully, Sokka did that for him. "So… Are you from around here?"

She smiled. "Yes, I've lived here all my life."

"I see. Must be excited, then."

"Pardon?"

Sokka fumbled around with his hands. "About The Harmony Restoration Movement. Like, they'll leave you guys alone, aren't you happy about it?"

"I'm Mayor Nishi's daughter."

Aang and Katara sunk in their seats as they silently looked on.

Sokka coughed up the tea. "Oh… So… nice weather, huh?"

The girl averted her eyes, quickly leaving the room. "I'll go check on the mayor."

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Sokka spoke. "...Hey, we should pay Toph a visit, see how she's doing now that we're close."

"I'd love to visit too, Sokka, but we aren't exactly next door; plus you know we won't have much free time either." Katara gave her brother her journal. Aang bet she now kept better lists than Sokka himself. The appointment with the mayor was circled in red.

Sokka gave it back and threw up his arms. "Aw, come on. What's one day away flying, huh? It's practically nothing."

She sounded irritated. "And what are we to tell Mayor Nishi and Zuko? That we were feeling like taking some time off so the colonists can wait?"

"Aang, buddy, back me up, will you?"

"She's right, Sokka, we can't just leave; you saw Zuko's message. The sooner we get these people back home, the better. The Earth King can't wait much longer."

Sokka crossed his arms. "What's with the rush anyway? The war just finished. It's bound to take some time for them to leave; but you know, eventually they will. What's the big deal if it takes another year or two?"

"It's what we promised, remember? Besides, haven't you read any of Zuko's letters? People in the Earth Kingdom are angry about them being here. Innocent people have already gotten hurt. It's an avalanche ready to come crashing down, and we need to stop it."

"Our job…The Earth Kingdom could lend us a hand for a change. It's not like we can do everything ourselves."

"You know they have their hands full rebuilding the cities and towns the Fire Nation destroyed."

The double door leading to the center of the house opened to reveal the mayor accompanied by her daughter. The woman's hair was dark gray, bordering on black. Her choice of clothing contrasted greatly with the simple attire her daughter wore, for she had her hair held up by a golden headdress. "Welcome to Kujiraminato or (how some of the locals call it) Jingyugang, Avatar Aang. Fire Lord Zuko told me you would come. We already have what you need prepared."

Aang did the flame and bowed. "Thank you, Mayor. We will do our best to ensure that your people are safely back on the mainland."

She prompted them to follow and led them through the house. His eyes avoided the taxidermied oddities set around as decorations, focusing on the mayor.

"I apologize in advance for any inconvenience my constituents may cause you. As you may be aware, not all agree to the Fire Lord's decision."

"We know; we're used to it by now. It's for the betterment of the world. I'm sure Zuk–I mean, the Fire Lord–will accommodate everyone, and things will be back to normal in no time for your people."

"I hope so, though I believe their trade is particularly relevant in this area, not on the mainland. You see, there is a porpoise-whale breeding ground near these waters. That is what the colony is built upon–that and marine supplies."

She stopped by an ornate door and opened it. A large room had been prepared with three double beds, a desk and even a small library, all facing a window at the back. Instead of the red of the halls, the room was painted in warm yellow. "You will be staying here; do let me know if it isn't to your liking. My resources will be at your disposal. Please make yourselves comfortable. I do regret that our meeting has been cut short, but to make up for it we will be discussing the plan for the resettling in the afternoon." They bowed to the mayor, who left them to arrange the things in their room.

Sokka jumped on the first bed he could find, lying flat. "Finally! How I missed a proper bed."

"It's nice; just don't get carried away. Remember why we're here."

"Katara, do you ever relax?" He sat on the bed annoyed.

"I'm just saying this will be just like Langshizi: lots of work, lots of people that will need our help. We can't slack off."

Aang leaned against the window. "I, for one, think we could rest a little; it's been a long trip." He looked out the window to find the bison already fast asleep, barely even hidden behind the small wall. "Looks like Appa could use some rest too."

"Right. Well, see you guys later then. I'll take a walk."

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Sokka closed the door and headed down the hallway to the common area of the house, barely pausing to look at the pots and tapestries on display around the house. On one wall, there was a huge jaw hanging. Curious, he stood before it and, measuring it, he could indeed see that the animal was big enough for it to swallow him whole. He ran his index finger over a tooth, noticing it had been sanded down; that it was blunt. Yet the teeth, two rows deep, were sharp as arrow points. He didn't even want to think about what it would be like to face such a beast. Has it been one of the beasts they hunted there–

A door slid open, and he turned to look. It was that girl he had mistaken for a servant, coming to the room with a tray in hand. She took a moment to notice him standing there, pausing her gaze oddly for a moment, but she averted her gaze.

He walked closer, rubbing his neck. "Oh, hey… Sorry about back there; I didn't know. You just didn't look, you know…"

"I… think I understand. My father is half Earth Kingdom, so not really that uncommon here. And it's alright. Don't worry about it."

"I'm Sokka by the way."

She smiled. "Jasmine. Are you from the Northern Water Tribe?"

"Southern, actually."

"So, what are you doing here? With the Avatar, I mean."

"I'm kind of like his manager, you know. I deal with lots of serious stuff such as this."

Jasmine raised a brow. "The Avatar's manager, huh? Never thought I'd hear something like that… Honestly, I expected him to be taller, more scary looking. And as I grew up, I expected somebody older, much older."

"Ah well, everyone was surprised about that at first. I was too… But that's Aang for you. Nice dude, just don't make him angry."

She shook her head visibly afraid. "Oh no, I wouldn't want to. Is it true he could make a tornado that could destroy the entire city? I heard airbenders had vicious tempers."

"More like a typhoon! …Eh, I don't know. Probably? Don't think he'd do that though, what with the pacifist thing and all that… Well, he did attack a bunch of sandbenders once. Was a one-time thing though!"

"I'll try not to anger him, then…"

"I wouldn't worry too much about it. So, know any place worth visiting around here? I'd like to stretch my legs, take in the views. Gotta say I've never seen anything like it."

She thought for a moment. "Well, there's the docks. I know they might be a little gruesome; but right next to them, there's a famous flea market. You'll find just about anything there. You could also look at the ships. There's so many, in all different shapes and sizes. I heard Water Tribe folks like boats; maybe you'd enjoy it."

"Dunno. I've recently taken a liking to flying more; it's less nauseating. But I'll give it a try. Thanks, Jasmine. See you around?"

She giggled and waved back. "Of course, Sokka."

"See ya."

Sokka strolled out of the mansion with his hands in his pockets. The mansion was small but beautiful, yes; but what interested him the most were the buildings outside. He had seen enough of the Fire Nation to know Jingyugang was something unique. Apart from the stench of fish, what was notable about the houses were the bone support pillars. Polished and maybe reinforced with some other material, they were as hard as concrete. People must have thought him simple for stopping by every ten feet just to look up to see them.

As he observed further, he noticed that they weren't used only as building material; they were also used tools, swords, spear tips, and even jewelry. Before he knew it, he was back at the docks, where he saw they even used carved bones to cut the very animals whence they came. He tried to move closer for a better view, but the constant stream of activity made it impossible to get near the animals.

Even then, he was able to see how they brought the carcasses there in the first place. The ships towed one of them before one of the pools; and as the monstrosity was detached from the ship, the workers would open the pool slightly, and the body would rush to them in a torrent of water. After emptying the water, they nailed the beast's fins to the poles and placed a roped tarp under its belly, lifting it up with pulleys. They then proceeded to bleed it for a few minutes. Then they carved it out, taking the fat, organs, meat, and then the bones, placing them each in different compartments. They did it all with factory-like efficiency. Only a pool of blood remained, which was drained into a tub leaving the spot open for yet another body.

He had seen squid-whales a few times while fishing. They rarely even hunted them, for it took great effort and it was dangerous for small boats like theirs to take them on. But if they did manage to get one, he was certain they could feed everybody for a few months. Here, on the other hand, they tore through dozens of them in minutes.

He looked at the ships that practically waited in a row with their gigantic cargoes. A mixture of metal steamers with intricate harpoons mounted on them and more rustic wooden ships that still sported sails. Instead of mechanical weapons, he noticed the crews–a tough-looking crowd, some holding harpoons, some even made out of bone. Distracted by the whole parade, he had almost failed to notice a ship with blue sails lining up with the others. He squinted his eyes, trying to see. Sewn to the sails were the crescent moon and sea. Northern Water Tribe!

Chapter III

Azula could barely hear the screams from outside her cell, leaving it to the imagination what was happening. The doors opened and closed throughout the day, and she heard the orderly march of the guards rotating and the unmistakable sound of bodies being dragged without a fight. Seeing, or even hearing, a nurse had become an oddity. As far as she knew, she was the only one still being handled by them.

Yet, she still did not know what to trust. Could her senses have been deceiving her? She constantly questioned herself, tried to test things out as best as she could. So, she tore open a little section of the padded wall, marking every time she doubted something. She kept count of the scratches and recounted them each time, hoping that if her mind deceived her, something would be off, not in the exact place, right order, or amount.

To think she was better would have been a delusion; at least, she knew that. Remembering things didn't mean that everything was fixed. It just meant that her mother was still there somewhere; had become something of an omnipresent entity. A whisper here, the thought of her face there; she even appeared in her dreams if she had any. Her head sometimes felt like it would explode, and the pain would leave her unable to think, rendered her bedridden.

She couldn't complain that much at least, for knowing how to avoid Mother and endure the pain made the episodes somewhat bearable. The only tedious part was the hours of waiting, staring at the ceiling, or listening. No matter how hard she tried, time refused to pass faster. She tried thinking of battle scenarios and mental math problems, but what good did analyzing the Battle of Garsai or computing square roots do for a prisoner?

Before, she thought Zirin had been a pain, but having someone to talk to had made the hours fly by. It was hard to count the hours, or days, maybe even weeks. She measured it by the times she was tired, or the guards rotated. That was at least a good indication. From her point of view, it was impossible to tell whether it was night or day. To her, they both were the same now.

As usual, the metal door opened with a bang, and Zirin was brought back bloodied and covered in bandages and stitches. Half of her face had become swollen and mottled green and purple. It had been going on for a few months. Maybe if her counting was right, they'd beat her up, let her heal for a few days, and start over again. At this rate, Azula figured it wouldn't be long before she would be the sole occupant of that room. In stark contrast, the guards were careful not to even touch a hair of her head. At least, there was something she could thank them for. Or was it the doctor?

Like a bag of potato-chokes, Zirin was thrown on her bed, and the guards thrust the door shut and bolted it, not taking their eyes off of her for a moment. They were ready for anything now.

Zirin spat blood, sitting down and staring at her. "Will… you help now?"

"For the thousandth time, no, I won't do it. And if you keep on pressing like this, those guards are not the only thing you'll have to worry about."

"You say that because you're afraid."

Azula looked the other way. "No, I just recognize a lost cause when I see one."

Her roommate gave her a dry laugh. "And this is your alternative: staying here to die? I'd rather die trying than live like this."

"Zirin, look at you! You're half dead already, and you haven't even done anything yet. What's this little revolt of yours going to do–annoy them? It's not even going to leave a scratch. You've already lost the advantage of surprise and are outnumbered, isolated. They'll swat you all like spider-flies instantly. You're better off trying to endure this; eventually, they'll get bored of hitting you."

She shook her head, disbelief showing on the scant, unblemished patches of her face. "We have to try… There's no other way."

"Your plan will fail before it has even started; you'll see. I suggest you start thinking of a Plan B."

"And what was yours?"

Azula hung her head. "...It doesn't matter; just keep your head low, survive. Maybe the opportunity will present itself."

"And what do you think I'm doing? They don't care; they attacked me. What am I supposed to do? Lay down and let them kick me just because they feel like it?"

"If you need to, yes; otherwise, they'll just kill you."

Her roommate lay on her bed, turning her back to her. "Terrific. Nice talk, pet, as always. Too bad I'm not some savage for you to be so inclined as to help me." Her voice felt crackly.

"Nice try; but if you have a death wish, you can try your luck tomorrow with the guards."

Zirin shuddered. "I'd rather die trying than spend one more hour in here with you."

"Your loss. Even if you don't see it that way, I'm trying to help you."

Her roommate scoffed. "Help? All you've gotten is…" Zirin's voice broke; and amidst tears, she continued, "...to turn me into a punching bag for these sick bastards–"

"I'm sorry… I never–"

"Sorry? That's not gonna cut it by a mile. You knew exactly what you were doing. Those guards weren't the only people you killed. All of 'em who fought, their deaths are on you! All of 'em that are going to die? On you too!"

Azula threw up her hands. "And what am I supposed to do?! It is pointless, Zirin. It's not like before. I don't– I don't see a way out…"

Zirin's eyes were manic. "Then find one! Before I use the only way out I know! Before you get another body on your conscience."

"Azula!" The voice in the back of her head pounded like a drum, and she lost her footing and fell.

Zirin watched indifferently, with tears still running down her face. "I– Wait… No."

"Azula! Why are you burning the flowers?" Her mother forcibly held her hand away from the half-charred, white flowers. Their burnt petals slowly fell as she shook her hand off of her mother's. She crossed her arms, pointing at the ashes. "I told you I didn't like them. You should change them."

"Your father will hear of this, young lady!"

Azula smirked. "Fine, let him. Then I'll be able to tell him to order you to get better ones."

Her mother's face was red with rage. "That is it! You are grounded! Your friends are not allowed to come to the palace for the weekend."

"Like I care."

Her mother seemed to drag her through the palace like she would one of her toys. Azula could tell she wasn't in the mood for a jest. The servants stepped away from their path as she made a straight line for her room. She almost slammed the door against the wall when she opened it; and once inside, she let go of her hand, which was now red from her grip.

"You will stay here and think about what you've done."

"Sure. Will that be all, Mother? You're starting to bore me."

"I'll think of something, Azula."

"Yes, start thinking about picking new flowers; might save you some time."

Ursa sighed roughly and closed the door softly, with her eyes downcast. Azula's glare fixed on her as she left. She wanted to burn through the door but chose to stomp towards her toys. Who does she think she is, she thought. She had no authority over her, no voice, yet she was furious.

She picked up one of her porcelain dolls, slamming it against the wall so hard it broke into pieces. She slightly regretted her decision, but she quickly convinced herself she didn't like it that much. She sat on her bed, recalling the breathing exercises from her fire bending lessons. One… two… three… She exhaled and did it again. She stopped to think. Her mother held no authority; thus, her words were meaningless. Then, it made no sense for her to comply; she could carry on as normal. There would be no punishment in defying her. To send a message, she'd even go see her friends while she was at it–

There was a faint knock at the door, and she didn't even have to guess. It was Zuko.

Her brother creaked open the door. "Azula… Can I come in?"

She pouted sarcastically. "Go away. Mother 'grounded' me."

"I heard… Not really planning on staying here, right?" Zuko invited himself in.

Was she becoming that predictable? "Of course not, I just figured I'd rest for the time being."

Zuko didn't reply at first. He only stood awkwardly at the door, staring at the floor, but she knew why he was there. "Why did you do that?"

She played with a flame in her fingers then looked at her brother, uninterested. "Those flowers were an eyesore, and they smell weird. We can't have that at the palace."

"Is that it? Isn't that a little dumb? They're just flowers."

She raised her tone half-jokingly and with an air of superiority. "But Father said I have to assert my will to be a proud descendant of Sozin. So, I asserted it."

Zuko scoffed. "With flowers?"

She shrugged. "The flowers just happened to be in my way."

"Right. Wouldn't have anything to do with them being mother's favorite."

"Like I would know what she likes; but if she does, she should have better taste."

He was taken aback. "Burning them won't change her tastes; they're from the town she grew up in."

"Oh please, Zuzu. What are you? Her royal fanner? Who cares what backwater hovel she came from."

"I was just saying it's not like she'll stop liking them."

She shrugged. "Then I will keep burning them until she changes her mind. It would be an embarrassment to keep such eyesores."

"Azula…" Zuko looked to the ground again.

She jumped from her bed and stopped by him. "What? Are we going or not?"

Her brother raised a brow. "Where to?"

"I'll go see Mai. Ty Lee's probably with her." As soon as she mentioned the name, Zuko's face went as red as his shirt. Really, Zuzu? Mai or Ty Lee?

"I– Uh… sure."

Azula narrowed her eyes, smirking. "Was that a blush, Zuzu? Try not to get an eye poked out."

Her brother looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about. Can we just go?"

Ah, Mai it is. Her voice was saccharine. "I'll try to make it embarrassing; it's only what a good little sister should do."

Her brother followed, rearranging his collar (almost imperceptibly, of course). He was looking more absent-minded than usual, perhaps thinking about what he was going to say, only to end up stammering like an idiot. He was desperately going to need a hand; Mai wasn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, or any emotion for that matter. It was going to be tough, but doable. Perhaps it would even amuse her for a while as well.

She would let him try on his own first, just for the laughs, watching him stare blankly for a few minutes or maybe run away embarrassed. Oh, prodding Mai about it would be the juiciest part. Even if she thought herself unreadable, Azula could read her like an open book. Her almost blank face had proven to be great practice to spot even the tiniest of details: a slight twitch of irritation, a subtle curve of a smile, a touch of color on the cheeks.

Ty Lee, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, for she didn't even have to guess how she was feeling. She'd annoyingly let them know without a second thought, either jumping and chirping with delight or outright telling her exact emotional state down to how she enjoyed her breakfast. Thinking about it, pairing Zuko with her would have been fun to watch as well.

Carried away by her own thoughts, she hadn't even noticed they were almost through the main gates.

"Azula, where do you think you are going?"

"To Mai's. As far as I am aware, Father hasn't grounded me. Would you be so kind as to step out of the way?"

"Zuko, would you let me speak to your sister alone?"

She rolled her eyes. "Do not delay, Mother; wouldn't want to be late for tea time."

"Could you stop for a single moment, Azula? Please, I don't know how to tell you anymore."'

"Then don't."

"Why are you doing this, Azula? Am I doing something wrong? Is something bothering you? You weren't like this. Is it something I said? …I just don't know anymore! Just tell me something I can do so you don't act like… this!"

"Hmm. You know, I wonder what that might be. Perhaps you should ask Father. I'm sure he'll be more than happy to explain the things that cannot be done in the palace, one of them being wasting my time for no reason. If it makes you feel better, I'm sure he'll find something more useful for you to do than prod me around."

With tears in her eyes, Ursa held up her hand to strike but relented. "Just… go. Enjoy it. It will be the last time you see them for a month."

"Sure. Let's go, Zuko."

Zuko was looking down, standing still. "I– I don't want to go."

"Fine, stay with mommy, then."

"Zuko?" Azula looked around; she wasn't in the palace anymore, just an endless, dark void.

"He isn't here, Azula…" Her mother's voice echoed around her.

"Stop this! I've had enough of you!"

"Why is it so hard for you to understand?"

"Oh, I understand what you want. You can't keep me away forever."

The Liar's voice was sickly soft. "It's not about that, Azula. I love you; I would never–"

"Shut up! Stop it; I don't believe you, I never will! You may have deceived others; but I see through you, I know what you are. you're trying to mess with me; with my head. Maybe you thought that by making me go crazy, I'd stay here forever. To torture me until I forgot who I was, so I wasn't a threat to your precious Zuzu."

"Daughter, please…"

"No! You don't get to call me that! You're nothing to me, you hear me?! Do your worst; you won't break me. I know you aren't real. I don't know how or why, but I know it's you. I knew Father never managed to kill you, as much as he would have liked to. You're only here because you're alive. I'm not crazy, you are out there…"

Pleading. "Azula..."

"Is that all you ever say?! You don't dare show your face; why would you now? You were always scared, a filthy coward, still hiding somewhere trying to manipulate me… I'll find you. I swear to you, I'll burn the life out of you. You'll regret ever daring to hurt me."

"I never knew you hated me this much, but you are confused, Azula. I would never wish to harm you. Has death solved any of your problems? Destruction will only bring you more pain."

Azula laughed hollowly. "The dead don't speak, so at least that would be one problem out of my head."

"But you still see them, don't you? You always see them."

She shut her eyes tightly, seeing their burnt faces flash through her mind. "But I'll know the dead from the living, then."

"Yet it hasn't made you feel any better, quite the contrary in fact. You shut yourself down and blame others for your misdeeds? I never had any influence in your actions. All you did, you did yourself."

"Lies! You had all of the influence! And I don't need to feel better as long as I know the pain is my own, not your torture."

False commiseration. "I'm sad you feel that way, but you should know killing me won't bring you any peace. You'll only hurt yourself further."

"Then I'll see if it will bring me pleasure. Goodbye, Mother." The darkness turned to a pale light, and she fluttered her eyes open, seeing two blurry faces towering over her.

"She's awake, Doctor."

"Don't worry, you are safe. Rest now."

Chapter IV

Sokka ran up towards the blue sails peeking atop the crowds, trying not to lose sight of them. Even though the ships were coasting in a line, they moved so fast one could have easily assumed they were sailing normally. Trying to dodge fishing rods and pointy harpoons, net menders and buckets, he had to crawl under the passerby to even get near the ships. Standing before the pools, he found the constant move of workers the main obstacle, shouting their curses as he bumped into them.

He waved his arms frantically at them. "Hey, guys! Over here! Stop!"

The men on the ship and bystanders gave him estranged looks and ignored Sokka for a moment until they realized he wouldn't stop chasing them. So, they raised their sails, slowing their pace.

Visibly annoyed, a white-haired man with a blue bandana leaned over the railing. "Are you crazy, kid! What are you doing?!"

He stopped, bending over to catch his breath, and held up a hand. "I– Just– Wanted to…"

He hadn't noticed, but most of the crew was leaning over the side to see him. A young man stood next to the old man, squinting his eyes at Sokka. "Hey, do I know you?"

"Son, get back there." The old man tried to push him away.

"No, dad, wait! He was with the Avatar."

Sokka smiled smugly. "Yeah, I'm Sokka, from the Southern Tribe." They tossed down a net ladder, waving him to come up. As he clambered onto the deck, all eyes were on him.

The old man walked over to him and shook his hand. "What's a fellow countryman doing so far up north?"

"Actually wanted to ask the same to you. Well, not the same, but why are you here exactly?"

The old man shrugged. "They offer a good price for these beasts." He sounded like it wasn't a big deal.

"I'm surprised it didn't destroy your ship in the process."

"We may not have the fancy tools those ashmakers have, but we're waterbenders–we don't need much."

"Interesting… Still, I thought you guys would never trade with the Fire Nation."

He rested his hands on his hips. "Can't say we like them, but we need the money. Besides, the war's been over for a year now."

"How's everyone? After all that happened…"

"Well, Chief Arnook still hasn't gotten over the princess; his council has been ruling for now." The sailor looked down onto the blood-stained deck. "The moment we heard the war was over, they decided to open up. At first, I thought they were crazy, or that it was some kind of bluff and they'd attack the other day. But instead, it was merchant ships that came." He shook his head, looking at Sokka, disdain and disgust emanating from his salt hardened features. "Lots of ashmakers set up shop in the north. They've brought their stinking food and noisy machines with them.

"I'd say the council spat on the Princess's memory by letting them stay; they're even taking our young to their cities." The other men from behind gave nods of approval. "I didn't let them take my son though. It's better just to be at sea than the city nowadays. At least, there I don't have to see them; they just pay, and I go my own way."

The news hit him like a punch in the gut. In the end, the Fire Nation had its way. "I didn't know…"

The man put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, you'll feel better about it tomorrow. How about the south? How's everyone faring down there?"

"I wouldn't know; been traveling with the Avatar. Things must be calm though. The Fire Nation destroyed most of the South during the war; it's going to take time to rebuild."

"By the moon spirit, I didn't know things were that bad. Thankfully, the war is over. I'm sure the council will send help; we don't leave our own to dry."

"Yeah, I bet…" Sokka looked down.

The man placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what do you say you stay with us for dinner? We had a nice haul, and Taqluq here makes a mean five flavor soup."

"I'd love that, but I have to get back; my friends must be waiting for me."

"You can invite them too. We'll be staying in port for the night, and we set sail tomorrow morning."

A tad excited and already thinking about their dinner, Sokka nodded, and the man showed him where they could find them. He went back to the mansion, waking up Aang and Katara, excitedly telling them about the people he met. They scrounged their faces, still in stupor, having just been awakened. When they both finally understood, they agreed to go, right after their meeting with the mayor.

Sokka went to the meeting, but his mind wasn't fully in it. Just for one day, he wanted to have some time off, some good food, then rest. They could take care of everything tomorrow. One day couldn't be that much. Katara at least didn't scold him, a gesture he took as her acceptance of their situation. Wandering outside the meeting room, he found Jasmine, who unlike last time, approached him, asking about his day. One thing led to another, and they ended up inviting her to dinner too. After all, she was around their age.

Aang found it sad that she used to spend each day around the house, barely going anywhere. And Katara thought it would be good for some Fire Nation people to get a different picture of people from the Water Tribes. The girl wasn't decisive to accept the offer, glancing repeatedly at her mother for approval, but ended up accepting on her own.

"We agreed with the mayor that you could start in Chihong district. We'll organize the departure of the colonists from the ports too, and take the space of the fisheries once they are clear, then–"

"Yeah, yeah. Katara, I get it; my hearing is just fine. How about you stop thinking about that? I've found these guys out of pure luck, and there's even one of your classmates from Pakku's school. I'm sure you can reminisce about the good old days together."

"...I'll let you have this night, Sokka; I know you weren't paying attention… We can't forget our promise."

"I know… Thanks sister."

Katara walked towards the group of men surrounding Aang. They were sitting on barrels, illuminated by candlelight. The Avatar rested against the ship's railing, looking at them.

"Well, we've all heard the stories. Some say it's just an exaggeration, but I need to hear it from the Avatar himself. Tell us, how was it that you could defeat the Fire Lord?"

Aang smiled and took a deep breath. "Well, it all started…"

Sokka had heard the story a thousand times, but he stood by as the men cheered and kept asking, what happened next? They all were biting their nails during the climax, the final battle; and they gave one last cheer at the end, gaining the curses of all the ships anchored nearby, whose crews only wanted to sleep. They ate together and laughed, the sailors telling their stories themselves, some romantic, others tragic. It was funny to see how fate pulled all those men to gather at that spot.

Sokka guessed that could also be said about them, for their situation was even more peculiar. Who would have believed a story about finding a frozen kid in the heart of a glacier thanks to a sister's temper tantrums? He laughed to himself and walked towards the prow, staring into the dark sky filled with stars. Shining brightest of them all was Yue.

He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned around to see Jasmine, her long black hair illuminated by the pale light of the moon. "Hey, why are you here on your own? You're missing out."

"Nah, already know the story; and I just needed some time."

Holding her hands together shyly, she didn't look him in the eyes. "Would you mind if I stayed?" He nodded, and they both looked towards the sky.

After a moment of silence, she spoke. "So…You really did all that the Ava—I mean, Aang–told us? That was very brave of you. With no bending, I can't imagine."

"Figured that you really don't need that. I may have no magic powers, but I've got other talents to provide; everybody does."

"And all the places you've been to? You left your home, your family…"

His voice was raspy. "Wasn't like the home I knew before, after the Fire Nation raids… Most people left… But it was hard anyway. At first, we were excited to just go out and explore the world since we didn't really get to know much other than a few icy islands. But then… then it hits you… Like a hole in your heart you can't explain. You just start to miss them; start noticing more and more things that remind you of home."

"I've never left the city. I've always wondered what's out there–tried to imagine it–but it can't be anything like the real thing. Even being here feels surreal… Mother doesn't even let me go to the docks unguarded… She thinks I can't take care of myself… But this… All in all, it feels nice, freeing even."

"I've a friend who was in a similar place once, but she made it out… with a bit of our help."

"Oh, she must be Toph, right? What happened to her; why isn't she here?"

Sokka smiled. "Toph's never been one to follow orders; she's always done her own thing. Said she'd become a teacher in Yu Dao, and apparently she made it. Heard she set up her own school… "

"You miss her, don't you? …You two had any–"

"Wha– No, nothing like that; she's just a friend."

"So… you don't have anyone special?"

"I do." He saw her smile deflate. "It's been so long since I've seen her. Sometimes, I write to her, but letters don't cut it anymore, you know? I miss her so much."

"...She's lucky to have you, I'm sure she misses you too. Well… It's already quite late… See you later at the house?"

"Sure… Goodnight, Jasmine."

---

His eyes followed the waves as they washed over the docks. They had been hard at work for the past month, and it was showing.

"Something wrong, Aang?" Startled, he looked at Katara.

"No, I was– Everything looks so calm, doesn't it?"

"Yeah… It's always hard to get used to it." Katara sat down next to him.

"It's so hard to tell these people to go; they're so stubborn, even with everything that Zuko will give them once they arrive at their new homes… Roku says that's just how Fire Nation people are."

Katara looked away. "I don't know, Aang… I think they just don't like to leave their home… Don't think anyone would like that."

"But you know this land isn't rightfully theirs. How can they stay here with a clean conscience? They don't belong here; it's not what it's meant to be… It can't be."

"Is that you or Roku talking? Maybe you're listening too much to him, Sweetie. I know that they aren't meant to be here, but most didn't choose to be born here. To them, I think they believe this land is theirs."

"I'm sorry… He lived through it, before all this happened. He knows what's best. The world cannot be in balance unless things return to the way they were."

Katara sighed. "...Aang, look around you. Things will never return to the way they were. The war changed the world… So many died…"

"We've talked about this before. You know this is the only way their sacrifices are not in vain. Even if things can't go back exactly the way they were, we can try."

"I hope you're right; I really do. I'll see you later, okay? I told Jasmine I'd go with her to the market."

"Didn't think she was your friend now."

She shrugged. "Well, she's nice. It's good to have another girl around. She's different from Toph, but she's alright, not as friendly with me as she is with Sokka though."

"Sokka? Oh… Uh…"

"Aang,, she's just a friend, nothing more. He wouldn't do that to Suki."

"Hey, you're the one who mentioned it!"

Katara kissed him farewell, and he was there alone, taking in the sights. It was hard to recognize the docks now, for the hooks and cranes dangled in the wind. The wooden planks were slowly regaining their whitish-brown, sun-bleached color after the tides washed away the blood. Only a few fishermen sat idly with their rods. It felt like they were at a different place. It was hard to believe that two months ago, ships came and went.

The animals… He didn't want to remember that part.

The decolonization…It just felt like the right thing to do. Now there wasn't much left before he had to take the mayor herself back to the Fire Nation. He could feel Roku was pleased, but… he couldn't feel the same way. Somewhere inside of him, he thought Katara was right in a way; and another part of him agreed. Even though the process was hard to witness, he had to think about all the Earth Kingdom people that had lost their homes; that had been abused by the Fire Nation over the years; and even his own people, displaced and hunted down to make way for 'progress', whatever that meant.

Everywhere they had gone, they destroyed the land, polluted it until they became sick themselves, not unlike that fishing village they had cleaned. If destruction and illness had to be ignored in order to make factories and achieve progress, then he knew they were dead wrong. It had to be stopped.

Aang was certain everything would turn out fine; that his friends would help… But he couldn't be as certain with Zuko, who he knew hadn't remained untouched by it. He was sad, afraid, a stark difference from the old Zuko he knew, who had regained his confidence and was sure of himself. He hoped it was temporary; that it was because the pressures of his work were pushing him to the limit; that once their deed was done, he would be able to get a breather.

Yet, it was clear to him that his friend's own people didn't like his decisions or, most likely, couldn't understand them. And how could they? All they knew was that the Fire Nation was good and everyone else was bad. Most were ignorant about the atrocities their country had committed, still in denial. He knew Zuko would remain strong, undeterred when choosing the right thing… Doubt crept on his mind. Was he always that way?...

No, he stopped himself before he could dwell on it further; he believed in his friend. He stood, giving one last glance to the horizon as the sun set. Two days from then, Jingyugang would be no more. Their next stop would be Yu Dao.

Chapter V

In a dark room illuminated only by a dim yellow light, with the lingering smell of burnt paper, a man sat in front of a machine, listening attentively to an irregular pulse coming from it. With a brush in his free hand, he drew lines on a page, parts of them squiggles, while others were flat every so often. A smile curved on his lips as he finished writing. He took his hand off the machine, focusing solely on the paper, then pulled out another sheet to transcribe the message.

Remnants of the uprising have been crushed. Army relocating west. Safe passage provided to the rebel leaders.

Headquarters established near Sapphire Falls, one hundred li's from Yu Dao.

Last cargo delivered to green Army, returning.

Spark unseen, rotating inside, forest clear.

Target Goose-Dog dead, no suspicions, returning.

Jingyugang almost empty, Yu Dao next, ships rerouted.

Resistance advised, on its way, How in the clear.

There was a knock on the door. He stuffed the paper in a drawer under lock and key then walked towards the door, opening it. A regal looking woman stood on the other side, her features hidden under a black cowl. Her dress gave away her wealth, golden trimmed with white and black accents. She walked inside like she owned the place, which threw the man off. But he managed to hide his surprise in the dim light.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this time of the night, Governor. I've been told you work late. Apparently, they weren't wrong." She looked out the window then at the large bookcase behind the desk, disregarding the man who still stood by the door.

"I'm surprised to see you here. Please take a seat. Tell me, what can I do for you?" She smiled politely, sitting on the window frame.

"There's something we ought to discuss…You see, we admire your efforts, Governor, but the circle questions your reasoning. Why spend so much effort on weaponry? Your resources could prove more valuable elsewhere."

He closed the door, looking down for a moment. "May I ask you something? Where did the order convene before?" She looked at him in silence. "You scattered around like rats in hiding before I offered you to come." Her polite smile turned emotionless. "Now, I think we are of the same mind when I say things must change–your work has been important, no doubt–but has anything changed? I see us fighting the same enemies, with the same goals, but have we done anything about it?" The Governor sat at the desk, looking at the woman; but she just stared ahead.

"Against all odds, the Fire Nation was defeated. You've brought knowledge to these shores, but everything has remained the same. Now the two major powers of this world stand on shaky ground. Make no mistake, this armistice will not last. And before this century ends, there will be war again, deadlier than anything we've ever seen. So, I ask you, shouldn't we then start it on our own terms rather than passively wait for the inevitable to happen?"

"Our purpose isn't war; you know that. There's different ways to get there, especially without starting a war." Her tone was condescending, she continued to look away, as if the man was unworthy of her attention.

The Governor sighed. "And where have our methods taken us? Ministers come and go, and their influence turns to be minimal, or they hijack power for themselves. And the rulers? They never change; their families continue to hold power, uninterrupted."

"You are too young to know anything about it, with Earth King Kuei–"

"With all due respect, Kuei is a fool. Even now, his strings are being pulled by some incompetent general. What did the regency achieve, huh? You raised Long Feng up from the slums, only for him to take power for himself. Then he hunted the order down in the Earth Kingdom. Not to mention Jianlun, who took down the White Lotus, only to turn on us when their blood was still freshly spilt."

"Jianlun paid the price for his treachery."

"You can thank Omashu for that. Through it all, we didn't achieve anything. Yes, he gave us some technology in the meantime to bide his time; but that was it. Then we were forced back to the Fire Nation, to the same useless tactics."

"Try to see the bigger picture, Governor. These tactics are what brought us here; what helped the order survive, and we'll continue employing them as we must."

"Survival is not good enough if our purpose is never fulfilled."

For the first time, she looked at him, standing up. Her eyes pierced through him, her voice dry. "Careful, Governor. Even though the order thanks you for your generosity, as a member, you must understand there are rules and consequences for breaking them. We'll see what the circle agrees on. Until then, you will stay your hand. Goodnight."

He bowed as she left. "As you wish, Overseer." He waited for a moment, silently bolting the door. He went back to the desk, taking an empty sheet of paper. Turning on the machine, instead of placing his hand passively on it, he tapped on its handle quickly, then slowly, then quickly again. Finishing the message, he left the room quietly, clutching a sealed letter, looking behind his back.

The halls of the house were lit with dim yellow lights, and he took great care not to stumble before finally reaching for another door. He knocked five times, and it opened. Inside, two agents dressed in black were sitting at their desks, almost indistinguishable from the shadows. The room was filled with metal pipes sealed with caps. Attached to some were cords that connected them to metal cones.

They seemed to require no greeting, standing stiff at the sight of him. "Take this to Yu Dao. You know what to do; make it quick."

One of the agents bowed, as emotionless as the stone he bent, and took the scroll.

The man muttered to himself, "It's all in your hands now."

Chapter VI

It had been a busy month for the Fire Lord, and one not devoid of danger at that. As predicted, the terrorists stationed in the Fire Nation staged another attack, injuring two palace guards. They didn't make it far, but it pushed him to paranoid precautions. He was barely getting any sleep at night, waking up at the slightest noise. But during the day, under the constant watch of his guards, he could look back and relax, thinking that the worst had passed.

But he knew it would just be a minor relief before he had yet another crisis. Even now, he still had the problem of where to put the citizens of Yu Dao. It had been troublesome enough to find a suitable place for the Kujiraminato colonists, for it had to meet most of their previous trades. Suitable port areas were scarce in the Fire Nation. Fortunately, Yu Dao wouldn't be much of a problem, for they had already scouted a town amongst the mountains. The area wouldn't be as fertile, but he believed it would be able to provide a living space for them.

But as of late, he had found he couldn't calm his mind and take advantage of the respite to relax. Instead, he could only think of what else had to be done. More importantly, he had been going back and forth with the new Imperial Secretary. Honestly, it had made him even more worried, for before he had never seen his succession as a real issue. But having seen it play out had become a living nightmare. It was for that very reason he had decided to follow Fang's advice about the promotions. The reason why–Colonel Mak had returned from the Earth Kingdom. He wished things wouldn't have to be as ceremonial; but for his elevation to General to have any semblance of seriousness, his merits would have to be exalted. A banquet had been prepared for the occasion, and the invitations had gone out to the military brass and important government officials.

He and Mai were on their way to the event, but she continued to look at him worriedly with a raised eyebrow. "Zuko, you're acting weirder than normal around me. What is it? I hope this doesn't have to do with security issues. Guards at my house are off limits; you know that."

He scratched his neck. "Uh, um… It's probably nothing. This promotion thing has me all worked up. Just ignore it."

She looked at him flatly. "Zuko, don't try to hide anything; I can tell."

He stopped. "I'm not hiding anything."

There was a sharp glint in her eye. "Okay, let me guess, then. You've been acting like this since your last council meeting. Can't look me in the eyes, slightly flinched when I kissed you; and you're twiddling your thumbs anytime I approach you. So, either I'm talking to an eight-year-old, or…" She let out a tired sigh. "I wish my dad didn't talk about these things too… They are forcing you to marry. Not necessarily me, I imagine; but I'm guessing you'd pick me if they pressed the issue."

Zuko stared, aghast. "That's oddly accurate for a guess…"

"That's because it isn't one. Ever since you took the throne, my father has been asking me daily if you've proposed. He's already getting nervous that it's been almost a year without an offer. Even pushed me to take advantage of the situation."

"...And… What did you say?"

She shrugged minutely. "What else would I say? We like each other, we're dating; If things work out, yeah sure, eventually. But I don't want it to be stiff like my parents always expected. 'Sign this, bow here. 'In two years' time, you may hold hands with your betrothed.' Yuck."

"Yeah, I never liked that kind of stuff, but… what do you mean if things work out… I think we're doing fine…"

"Well… could be worse, but still… I love you, and I care about you. If I had to choose right now, I'd rather marry you than some noble I don't know from the other side of the island."

"Sounds very… convincing."

She smiled, pushing him teasingly. "Oh, don't be jealous, I only have eyes for you; but the keyword is 'choose'. If my parents get over-involved, and the nobility starts gossiping about my choices, and your advisors start pestering me about my 'duty to the nation', then I might back out. So, promise me this stays low-key for as long as possible."

"I promise, just… keep me updated for any talk I guess…"

Mai shrugged. "Won't be so hard. That's the only thing my father talks about lately, that and telling me to put in a good word so he gets named to some position. Same old, same old."

"I'll… see what I can do then."

"Just ignore that last part; he didn't even deserve to be made governor. You don't need more people like him in the government."

Zuko raised an eyebrow, curious. "What does he think of Fang?"

Mai looked up in thought. "The colonial? Zuko, what do you think? The usual: scoffing, occasional outbursts. Think of it as the general opinion of the local aristocracy. To have someone born in the colonies rank higher than them hurts their fragile egos. He even thought he wouldn't last long or would be incompetent due to his blood being tainted by Earth Kingdom soil. Sometimes, it's hard not to laugh at the stupid things he says. If I had my way, I wouldn't even invite him to the wedding."

"I just hope that I'm doing the right thing. People will have to learn how to live with the colonials here. They are as much citizens of the Fire Nation as those born here. Lots of things need to change; and somehow, it feels like I'm not even doing enough."

"So it's been with every ruler. Just think for a little bit, ask a few people, come to a decision, and do it. If it fails, try again. Don't forget–you are the Fire Lord, and they have to do whatever you say. Don't let their pouting change your mind."

Zuko stopped in front of the doors to the hall as Mai looked at him. He took her a few steps back, almost whispering to her.

"It's not pouting I'm worried about. The other day… Fang made one point clear: I have no heir."

"Zuko…"

"No, listen… I've almost died three times now. Would have been a fourth and fifth had it not been prevented. Now, pretend for a second I die here. Now who would rule the Fire Nation?"

She counted off on her fingers. "Let's see, Iroh's currently on the other side of the world, Azula is mentally unfit… I guess a rival clan or the military."

"Which rival clan, Mai? There's no more heirs from my family, no one left. If they were ones before, my great grandfather made sure they didn't exist."

"He missed a nomad; maybe he missed a branch of the tree."

He shook his head. "If he did, no one would know. The archives holding our family information were either altered or coincidentally say all others died out..."

"Have you tried Ba Sing Se? Omashu? I'm sure there's some dusty genealogy scroll tucked away somewhere."

"They probably have some records prior to the war; but if there were any modern family lines, he would have erased them. If I find someone else, I would have to prove their claim legitimate. If I fail to do so, they'll just be deposed as soon as I die. And do you think they'll wait until my uncle hears the news so he has time to come from Ba Sing Se? The nation will be plunged into chaos, like the times before the Fire Lord: the Clan Wars. An all-out bloodbath for naked power…"

Mai looked at him flatly. "Zuko, don't be ridiculous. No noble family holds enough power; this isn't the old times. Currently, your family holds most of the political, economic, and military power, even more so after Sozin… What are they–"

He looked away, his eyes full of fear. "You just said so yourself: we've accumulated so much power through the years that if suddenly no one can inherit it, others will take it for themselves. You think it will be orderly? That they'll ask nicely? Under my father, they learned there's only one way to get ahead: by stepping over someone, most of the time their dead body."

"...Have you thought of anything?"

Zuko nodded tentatively. "I've been speaking to Fang. He had some ideas. I… There's a few things that can be done. They would be provisional solutions, but it would give enough time for my successor to get things in order."

"A regency?"

"If all fails... But if I die, my death should remain secret as long as possible–at least, long enough for my uncle to be in the Capital. There has to be someone with him to make sure he gets here if it happened. The soldiers won't know a thing; they'd just be told it's urgent. We could maybe secure passage with the embassy so they keep things hushed in the Earth Kingdom."

"If someone discovers I'm dead, the regent would act. Though, it's the part I'm most concerned about. Whoever takes that power would hold almost, if not the same, authority as I do. It needs to be someone incorruptible–someone I can trust–with enough political connections to be able to hold on to power."

Mai narrowed her eyes in thought for a moment. "Piandao?"

"Perhaps. I've thought of him. Fang suggested Mak. He will have more influence now, and his actions have earned him the loyalty of some in the army. Either way, the regent has to scare others enough to render any opposition powerless. If all goes well, my Uncle would take the throne and all should be fine."

"That's a big 'if'."

He sighed. "It's the best we've got for now, at least until I find someone else or have a child of my own."

"Don't forget about your friends–about me. You can count on us, Zuko; you don't have to carry this burden all on yourself."

"I know… That's why I am telling you. I thought you should know… in case anything happens."

"It's fine. Now…" She smirked. "...let's get this thing over with."

Zuko nodded, they entered the room, and the guards announced their arrival. All present stopped and bowed to him. He still hadn't gotten used to it. They were directed to their table in the center of the room. Mai had to sit further away to his left to avoid potential scandal. The officers (mostly generals, admirals, and the like) sat at tables in rows before him. In front of him, a red carpet had been laid out where Mak and other officers to be decorated would make their entrance.

He could feel their collective covert glares. He knew he had willingly brought himself to the lion's den, but he wagered that his gambit would work.

The Fire Lord lifted a hand, and the drums rolled for the officers to march towards him. They did so all in their gala uniforms, covered in awards and medals, along with the finery that entailed their rank. The generals all bowed as stiffly as possible. The colonel entered alone, stepping to the fore and bowing as well. As Zuko stood looking over him, Fang recited the oath. He handed three of them medals. Mak would come last.

"Do you swear to command the Fire Lord's armies and fulfill his will?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to fulfill your orders to the utmost of your capacity?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to answer with your life if you fail to uphold your duties?"

"I swear." With that, the secretary took a step back, bowing to Zuko.

"It is my will to award you the rank of General of the Empire. Rise, General Mak."

With a glow in his eyes, the general made the flame. "I shall always follow your every command, Fire Lord."

He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Everyone here has heard of the merits of General Mak. If it weren't for him, the lives of many of our citizens in the colonies would have been lost. I'm proud to be able to count him as one of our generals. You are all worthy of the honor you have earned. Your service will never be forgotten; your deeds will live on through the centuries. You will be remembered as heroes of The Fire Nation. Tonight, I'll toast in your honor. Here's to the heroes."

As Zuko went back to his seat and the new general to his, Mai leaned towards him and whispered, "Getting better at it; they even seemed to like it."

"Practice makes perfect." He smiled.

"Even sounding like Azula now, without the threatening part." Zuko frowned, looking down, and Mai was quick to reply, "I'm sorry..."

"...It's okay. there's something I didn't mention."

"What is it?"

"I'm planning on visiting."

She bit her lip. "Zuko… You know what? I get it, but it's just that… What if she tries to do something to you?"

"It's been enough time already, I got some reports… Apparently, she is getting better; her condition has stabilized. Mak told me when he last saw her, she was acting differently. Maybe the therapy did help."

"You know this could all be a play to her right? Besides, I wonder what 'getting better' means for Azula…There's just too much going on for you to endanger yourself with her."

Zuko waved it off. "I won't be endangered; I'll have my personal guard with me. Everything will be fine. If she is feeling better now, perhaps she could return to the capital. You won't talk me out of this Mai, I just need to see for myself."

"Fine, just be careful, please? When are you scheduled to go?"

"I'll depart next week. I shouldn't take long to get there: a day by airship at most."

She was annoyed. "A week from now? And you thought it was worth mentioning now?"

"What else was I going to do? You'd've tried to talk me out of it the moment you heard of it."

Mai took a deep breath then looked at him. "Fine… I think I've had enough of this party. What do you say we go?"

Zuko got up and discretely, held her hand. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Let me guess. More work?"

"Unfortunately, yes…"

Mai sighed, "Goodnight, Zuko."

His new room wasn't very accommodating. The nicest thing about it was the huge balcony with a view from the very top of the palace. Other than that, it wasn't comfortable at all. Its security had been further increased with the installation of steel doors and reinforced walls. It was like a luxurious prison to him. His bed was lonely in the middle of the room, on a pedestal to top it off. Did they want him to sleep at all?

A few guards at his old room would have sufficed in his opinion; this was outdoing it by a lot.

Nevertheless, he bade the soldiers goodnight and went straight for his desk. Sorting out documents for the next day had become part of his daily routine. Mainly tedious stuff: endless ledgers of tax reports and funds that needed approval but were nevertheless necessary.

He opened the balcony to let in the cool breeze of the night, for the palace could get hot during summer. Hours passed until he managed to sweep through the last page of papers. Exhausted, he plummeted to his bed, falling asleep the moment he hit the silk blankets.

Chapter VII

The orders had come through, but they weren't what she had expected. How were they supposed to take back their land? By rioting in their own colony? It was useless. She had seen the problem differently; she knew the root of the problem. If she could take out the Fire Lord, then someone more sensible would take his place, maybe even Ozai. At this point, she didn't care, she only wanted for them to be left alone. Undeterred, she left her home with only one goal in mind: to free her people. If she had to die, then so be it if it meant that they would gain their freedom.

Finding a ride to the Fire Nation wasn't difficult. She mentioned her idea to her friend, and a ship was provided. She took her trusty meteor hammer. There were rumors that someone had tried to assassinate the Fire Lord. They had all failed, but there was no way she could. Her contacts had told her where the Fire Lord was hiding, holed up in the most 'secure' tower of the palace. Of course, the coward was probably too afraid. They mentioned what times he went to sleep, even how she could dislodge the door and come in. It somehow felt too easy–so easy she was starting to have second thoughts about it–but her goal rooted her mind to her objective.

Once in the Capital, she scouted her objective. They had already provided her a layout of the area, but seeing it herself was necessary. The maps were so detailed, even the guard movements were drawn with uncanny accuracy. It felt suspicious; but at the same time, she couldn't deny it could be used fully to her advantage.

Gaining entry to the palace would be no easy task; and simply getting through the other wall and all the way to the palace walls unseen would be a challenge to anyone, even an earthbender. Worse still, the walls had been designed to hold off such an intruder, made of metal reaching deep below the ground. It was an impenetrable barrier… had she not had any help. With the help of another earthbender and a firebender, they dug beneath the palace, following the map to just beneath the room, then made short work of the metal wall by melting it down with what looked like lava.

She waited to enter the compound, hearing the footsteps of the guards up above, dreading that they would find her. But they passed countless times as clueless as before, calming her down. Once she was certain it was night, she opened the hole. She was in the guards' blind spot.

She darted forward and climbed up the walls, focused on nothing but her target. Foot by earthbending-assisted foot, she neared the top of the tower. The balcony curtains fluttered with the wind; the door was open; and that would be his last mistake. Bending her way towards the ledge, she crept inside with her weapon at hand. The tyrant's bed was in the middle of the room; but from that distance, Kori wasn't certain whether he was until she saw him. He jolted awake, and she froze, staying hidden in the shadows.

"Who's there?!"

Sweat poured down her forehead; she didn't know what to do.

The doors barged open, and the Fire Lord jumped out of his bed, running towards the silhouette of the guards. He was arguing with them. Taking advantage of the distraction, she snuck closer and closer, hugging the walls.

"...or the night before that…"

She saw the Fire Lord gripping the soldier up by his armor. "Do not mock me! There have already been five attempts on my life since I took the throne!" Since both of the guards were focused on him, she advanced.

"And that's why we moved you here! Please, you have to trust–" Now! She swung her chain hammer at the Fire Lord, but he ducked, and it struck one of the guards. She yanked it back, hitting the other, but still missing the Fire Lord. He was lucky, she would give him that.

"Show yourself!" The Fire Lord shot a fireball in her direction, barely missing her and setting the curtains ablaze. With her blood racing through her veins, she jumped towards him, swinging her weapon. "Down with the traitor! Down with the Fire Lord who betrays his own people!"

The Fire Lord jumped to the side, the chains whizzing past him. He tried to counter her, but she pulled the chains from under him, knocking him down. Just one more hit and he's done. She looked into his eyes, so close she could see them glimmer in the moonlight. They widened in fear, then narrowed. He swept the floor with fire, taking her by surprise and burning her knees.

She backed away, trying to swing her weapon; but the fire scorched her fingers and she let go. He dove at her, ripping the mask off her face, and held her tightly with one hand as he held fire in the other. "Convince me not to take your life!"

She wanted to cry or scream, but her anger was still hot as coals. "Go ahead! My family has been loyal to yours for generations! By getting rid of me, you would simply complete your betrayal!"

She felt him loosen his grip, his face riddled with confusion. "Your family?"

She backed away, discreetly looking for her weapon. "My father is the mayor of Yu Dao!"

"Yu Dao... the first of the Fire Nation Colonies."

"Yes, my home! And now you and the Avatar are going to destroy it with your precious Harmony Restoration Movement!" Having found her weapon, she jumped towards it, but reinforcements came pouring from the door. Her time was up.

She tried to run, but the Fire Lord yanked her arm, holding a fire dagger to her throat.

With no way out, she stood still as she was put in chains and held at spear point. Then she was dragged away.

"What should we do with her, Fire Lord?"

"Take her to the city prison. Interrogate her thoroughly."

"Yes, sir."

A tall man dressed in sleeping garments ran past the guards, and she could barely glance at him before being pushed away.

"Fire Lord! Are you alright?!"

"Yes, got nothing but a scra–"

She closed her eyes, and a tear fell from her cheek. Her actions were now sinking in. She had failed, having achieved nothing. It would be only a matter of time before she was dragged out and executed, never to see her home again, her friends, her family… She had accepted her own death, but not her failure.

Her weeping fell on deaf ears as the guards pushed her and wacked their spears against her calves when she slowed down. She was dumped into a dark cell, her hands still in chains with nothing to drink nor eat. The air was so heavy it had made her dizzy. The door opened; and through the dim torchlight, she saw a man with a black beard and sideburns and dressed in an officer's uniform. He stood looking down on her as a guard held the door open.

"Tell me… who are you, girl?"

"My name is Kori…"

He grunted. "Kori Morishita? We're past pretending, girl. You are not the mayor's daughter; you are one of those terrorists! Now, you're going to tell me everything, and I might let you go without a scratch, maybe even save your neck."

She clenched her fists. "A terrorist? Is that so? So, that's how you call patriots now? You and everyone who willingly works under the Fire Lord are sellouts; traitors! You turn a blind eye to what is happening in the colonies for what? A fancy uniform and a salary? You don't deserve t–"

The man gripped her jaw tightly. "Do not get confused, girl. I'm the one who asks the questions here; you answer them. Simple. I know you're type; seen plenty of them, acting all tough and brave. Don't know what those terrorists told you kid, but you won't get any special treatment. See what I'm getting at? I'll pull your guts out and stuff 'em back if you don't tell me what hole your people are hiding in." He let go, having pressed it so tight it was stinging her now.

"You don't get it, do you? I'm not telling you anything, I'm no traitor to my nation!"

"We'll see about that. You'll be lucky if you last an hour." The door opened again; the tall man she had seen before was in the doorway.

"General… A word, please." The general huffed and went outside. Five minutes later, the other man came in, bearing a polite smile.

"Miss Morishita, I presume?"

"If you think I'll talk to another traitor, you are wrong! I'd rather die!" She spat on his shoes.

The man didn't even flinch as he cleaned it with a silk handkerchief then faced her. "I see you came determined in your goal. You probably don't want to die. I assure you, it wouldn't be swift or painless. If you are who you really say you are, it would be in your best interest if you cooperated."

"And how is that?"

"Well, for starters… if you turn out to be a terrorist, most likely innocents will die trying to find where your people are in hiding–innocents with Earth Kingdom ancestry of course. If you are the daughter of the mayor, I'm sure you aren't naive enough to think the Fire Lord will stand idly by after this act of treachery. Your whole family will be executed with you on suspicion of sedition. As a matter of fact, I've got the order drafted right here. Mayors are easy to come by these days, with so many to spare."

"You're lying!"

"I wish I was, but the Fire Lord won't let this stand anymore. I'm afraid his mind is made up. Your testimony could change things–make sure only the guilty are punished. I'm sure you know our laws; if not, we'll make sure your loved ones do.

"Wait… I really am the mayor's daughter, but my father has nothing to do with this. I came here on my own volition. Alone."

"I find that hard to believe, child. You alone? Breaching the palace security? I'm being generous, and you take me for a fool?" He turned back, walking away.

"I– I had a map. It had everything I needed to know: the guard movements, the blind spots–"

He stopped. "You don't happen to have this map by any chance, do you?"

"I burnt it…"

"Hmm… A pity. Well, with no evidence, there's nothing I can do..." The guard opened the door.

"No, wait! Please, there must be something you can do… Do with me as you must, but my family is innocent! "

"Enjoy the next few days, they will most definitely be painful."

"Please, I can take you to them! I'll take you to them, I swear!"

The night passed, but no one came, the room still as suffocating as ever; but she didn't care. Didn't care about her hunger or thirst either. She constantly thought of her family; what they'd do to them, cursed herself for not having been able to kill him, and replayed that moment in her mind over and over again. She had made a mistake–that was the reason why she didn't succeed. She'd had him, and now…

The door opened again, and two guards came inside, pressing spears to her neck. Behind them… it was him… He stood further back, with his hands behind his back. "So… you really are who you say you are."

"...Have you come to mock me?... I don't care, just… spare them please, they have noth–"

"Why should I? I can't let this go. If I do, then I'd invite any mad colonist to do the same without fear of reprisal."

"Then why are you here?"

The Fire Lord stood quiet then sighed. "The Harmony Restoration Movement will happen; it is the only way we can keep the peace with the Earth Kingdom. Your death would only turn you into a martyr. Now, that's something I cannot allow."

He walked closer to her, and his guards pressed their spears to her neck preemptively. "I'll ensure the decolonization happens one way or the other. Once we get there, your father will hand over control of the colony over to the military in exchange for you, and you will all be kept under custody."

"What makes you think our people would follow any of your dogs?"

"They will do as their Fire Lord commands."

"They won't serve you."

"This isn't about the Fire Nation; this is much bigger than that. Can't you see that? We all have to make sacrifices for peace."

Kori scoffed. "That's easy for you to say…"

"Get her cleaned up and take her to my airship. You're going home."

As the Fire Lord left, she was taken to another room where she was sprayed with cold water. Soaking wet, she was pushed towards a cart. She could see the outside of the prison, almost sculpted in the caldera wall. The airship had landed right in front of it, and squads of soldiers stood at attention at the ramp. The man who had interrogated her was briefing them.

"You have your orders, soldiers: take the city walls and all critical infrastructure. Be ready for anything. If they resist, lethal force is permitted. Your commanding officers will instruct you on your particular tasks. Protect the Fire Lord at all costs."

Before she could hear anything else, she was pushed inside the ship. At first appearance, it was luxurious but simple. Had she been blindfolded, she would have thought she was inside a house. But that illusion was shortly broken as she was taken to the back of the ship, the delicate wall paintings replaced by bare metal and heavy doors. Soldiers crammed the hallways; no doubt it was at capacity. The Fire Lord wasn't kidding that they were really going to take over her home… She knew their ragtag militia forces wouldn't stand a chance against the soldiers.

Kori was taken further back to a room smaller than the cramped cell she had been thrown into, probably a repurposed cleaning closet. She sat hugging her legs, for there wasn't another way for her to sit. She cried softly, thinking of what could happen, but she had to remain strong. She clenched her fist and closed her eyes; it would be over soon. The door opened and she fell forward. They lifted her off the ground, pushing her outside.

They had landed the ship outside the city walls, the Fire Nation flags fluttering against the city walls. Everything felt so quiet. Lines of soldiers marched orderly through the open gates. It appeared there wasn't even a sign of a fight. As she marched through the gates, the soldiers lined the streets, and onlookers were being held to the other side. She could hear the whispering of the crowd as she walked. Looking down, rattling her chains. Many knew her. Had they intended to humiliate her too?

"Kori! Where have you been?! Your mother and I were worried sick!" She looked up to see her father; and with tears in her eyes, she ran towards him.

Her father's voice trembled. "Wait— Who are these men?! What are these chains?!" The soldiers had already surrounded them.

"I went to go see someone about our problem, father."

"Who?"

"Him." Kori looked towards the Fire Lord as the soldiers made way for him.

"F-Fire Lord Zuko!"

"You must be mayor Morishita. Your daughter snuck into my home and tried to kill me."

"Kori?!"

"Someone had to do something!"

Desperate, her father dropped to kowtow on the ground, pleading. "My sincerest apologies for my daughter's rash behavior, Fire Lord! Have mercy!"

"I should have this whole place burned down!"

"Why bother? The Harmony Restoration movement will accomplish the same thing without having to lift a finger!" She snarled looking at the Fire Lord.

"Why can't you colonials get it through your thick skulls?! The Harmony Restoration Movement is a means to peace!

The mayor got up. "P-peace?! Peace for whom?! With all due respect, Your Majesty, my family has lived on this land for generations! This city was built with our blood and sweat! We have as much a right to be here as anyone else!"

"You're Fire Nation citizens! You should live in the Fire Nation!"

"You're right, Fire Lord! We are Fire Nation citizens!" He jabbed a finger in the Fire Lord's chest. "And I'll tell you this: your father would never have let the Avatar and the Earth King bully him into something so obviously bad for his own nation's citizens!"

"…My father?" The traitor backed away, his eyes wide, as her father continued.

"Fire Lord Ozai had many faults, but he was never a coward. He was never a traitor."

The traitor grit his teeth. "You'll regret saying that, old man!"

"Guards, seize him!" The soldiers pounced on them, but a boulder sprouted from the ground, sending them jumping back.

The Fire Lord looked around with a mix of confusion and anger. "Who?!"

Her mother stood in a fighting stance, resolute and with her eyes fixed on the traitor. "Fire Lord, please! Forgive my husband's foolishness! I've told him time and time again to control his tongue, but he never does!"

"You're mayor Morishita's wife?! An earthbender?"

"Yes, I'm an earthbender, as is our daughter." Kori stomped the ground, and a jagged rock shot from under her, breaking her chains. Before the guards could react, she pulled her weapon from a guard's belt, brandishing it.

"I may be an earthbender; but through my father's bloodline, I am a Fire Nation citizen! My father taught me to always be loyal to the Fire Nation; to my people." The soldiers pointed their lances at them, but the Fire Lord waved them off.

He was tense but still as her mother inched towards him. "Would Your Majesty be willing to stay in Yu Dao for a few days? It would be an honor for us to show the Fire Lord our way of life."

He remained silent for a moment. "I'll allow you to show me, I'll also accept your surrender. I haven't come here with the intention for bloodshed. The treaty… has to be enforced."

"...As you wish, Your Majesty." Her mother walked towards the guards with her hands out as the soldiers cuffed them.

"Mother, no!" Her father held her back.

"Kori, you've done enough!" "Please follow me, Your Majesty." As a contingent of soldiers stayed watching over them her mother left with the Fire Lord in tow.

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Undisturbed by her chains, the woman strolled through the city, greeting vendors and some of the pedestrians as if nothing had happened, who looked at her with some concern as she was escorted by the soldiers, but said nothing to her. She had already noticed the layout of the buildings, how they looked, a mixture of green and red on each building, they didn't seem to be painted in any particular order, but it seemed as if they were interspersed. The woman stopped in front of a tall building, which had both colors, it was a factory.

"I'm proud to say that I come from both nations. I'm descended from one of the families that lived here long before the Fire Nation arrived. Later on, as many others did too, most of us married into Fire Nation families. Our cultures and traditions became mostly intertwined. It's how Yu Dao was born–a union of both worlds."

He muttered. "It's different..."

"That may be so, but that's the very thing that makes us unique." She nodded towards the building. "I'm sure you must be aware that Yu Daon steel is prized in the Fire Nation. Its creation has been only possible with the help of both firebenders and earthbenders working together."

"You could say that we have become like that steel. Produced by a mixture of both nations, we became something better. We're all loyal to the Fire Nation here despite our appearances. But even though we call the Fire Nation our country, our home is here in Yu Dao and nowhere else."

"But the reason why this is your 'home' is because Fire Lord Sozin invaded the Earth Kingdom. It was an illegal occupation…"

"This is the oldest colony there is, Fire Lord; people have lived here for generations. We are all simple people. Since I could walk, I've known this place as my home. We aren't here as conquerors; we're trying to get by. We don't bother anyone. This place… we built it from the ground up."

She sighed. "I'm sure we're not the only colony who sees things the same way. Look at what happened to Langshizi. The place now 'belongs' to the Earth Kingdom, but it was left abandoned. Now it's filled with looters and bandits. Is that why they want this land so badly? To neglect and loot it? And what happens to us? We're supposed to lose everything because a Fire Lord, born way before I was, decided to start a war?"

The woman's voice became more desperate. "Fire Lord, you must understand–this has become our home now. You must do something about this. There has to be an exception; something you can arrange."

Zuko shook his head. "I don't think it's that easy; the Earth Kingdom will want answers. I want to help, I really do, but I must think about the safety of the nation as a whole."

"With all due respect, the colonies are home to millions of your people. You obviously weren't aware of the details; but now that you know of them, you can propose a renegotiation of the treaty. And one thing is certain: the people here won't move from their homes."

She tried to get closer to him but his guards stopped her. "We have been repeatedly harassed by the Earth Kingdom armies and their terrorists. The people feel like you have abandoned them… Show them that isn't the truth, that their Fire Lord still cares for them."

Zuko tapped his chin. "I need time. I'll make a case for the city. In the meantime, it will remain under my protection. It looks like the treaty must be revised…"

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Aang steered Appa through the clouds, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He had barely slept last night, for after getting the final colonists of Jingyugang, they got word of Zuko's abandonment of the treaty with no explanation. He had just decided to drop it. By their own questioning, they had managed to at least find out where he was. Since they had been told he wasn't even in the Capital, the edicts pointed them towards Yu Dao. Apparently, he had spent the last few days there for some reason. And now he had arbitrarily decided to just revert it all back?

So, as soon as they could, they packed up and flew straight to the colony.

His feelings were of betrayal and disbelief. "It's just like one of my nightmares, one I am still waiting to wake from."

"It has to be a misunderstanding…" Her voice was soft, sad. He could tell Katara was in as much disbelief as he was.

Sokka almost shouted from the back, "No, Katara, a misunderstanding would've been, 'hey, guys, there's been a mix up. We need to take you somewhere else'. Not 'get back to your ships; the Fire Lord has ordered all colonists to return'. Besides, you heard that soldier. He said Zuko had withdrawn his support from the Harmony Restoration Movement."

"Maybe they are just working on a new treaty…" Sokka shook his head, and Katara relented. "I just can't believe it… Why would he do that? Would he betray us?"

Sokka shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe he finally snapped and went back to his old, evil self."

"It's just so weird… Why be in Yu Dao instead of the Capital?"

"I don't like this… Zuko wouldn't– He…"

Katara scooched closer to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay? We can sort this out… We just need to talk to him. He's our friend…Right, Sokka?"

Sokka crossed his arms. "I'd say we best be ready for anything."

"You're not helping!" She glared at Sokka.

He looked away. Had the impossible come to pass? "I– I'll speak with Roku. He must know what I can do… "

Katara held his cheeks, raising his gaze. "Is this about that promise?" Aang didn't want to answer.

"Listen, he's our friend; he isn't like his father… We haven't talked to him yet; we don't know everything. Let's not jump to conclusions."

"Well said, somebody has been learning after all."

"Shut up!" Katara flung her arms towards her brother, who took cover preventively.

He sighed, touching his medallion. "I'm ready..." He crossed his legs and eyes, taking a deep breath. Katara touched him, but he didn't react, already in trance. So, she took the reins.

"Uh… guys, are you seeing this?" Sokka pointed towards the massive crowd gathered outside the Yu Dao walls, a sea of green holding signs and even weapons. Katara gripped the side of the saddle, looking down, and couldn't believe her eyes.

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Note: Thank you for reading! You've made it to the end of Book I, next chapter will be dealing with 'The Promise' comic. Have been working on some of the art for the fic, there will be more uploads to cover parts of the story, you can check it out in my Deviant Art profile: ClarkeSM