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Iroh slowly stood up, remembering where he was. Aang, Katara, Zuko, and Sokka stood up with Iroh. They were in the Fire Nation's palace. The walls were painted in gold and red. The floor shined so well, that they could see their reflections.

"Uncle, what happened?" Zuko asked.

"I believe were in my memories," Iroh answered.

"I don't get it!" Sokka exclaimed. "Why does the Mischief Demon hate you so much?"

"I'm not sure," Aang said.

"Maybe Avatar Roku can tell you," Katara suggested.

"But how? I only talk to him by accident, and he's the one that usually talks to me!" Aang said.

"So what now?" Zuko said out loud.

"I guess we try to stay alive," Katara said.

"Great! We're going to die in his memories! I haven't even got to get a girl-" Sokka started. Katara stared at him evilly. "I haven't got to uh marry a girl, yeah that's right."

They were interrupted by urgent voices.

"Oh no," Iroh said, and he followed the people who were embodied in red robes.

The four teenagers followed Iroh into a dark room. There, they found Iroh younger with black hair, and a few pounds lighter.

"Don't worry my love, it will be fine. You're going to make it," past Iroh coaxed. He was holding his wife's hands. She had short brown hair, with brown eyes. The room was covered with lit candles.

"I'm not going to make it Iroh," She started.

"Don't say that," Iroh pleaded, started to cry. He started to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"Take care of our son…" Iroh's wife, said.

"I always will," Iroh promised kissing his wife's hands softly.

"I love you," She said.

"and I will always love you," Iroh whispered to her.

"I'm sorry…" and her eyes closed half way, her hand went limp. The lights in her eyes were gone.

"Don't go," Iroh said, rocking back and forth.

"Uncle!" Zuko cried out. His Uncle was losing control like he never saw before. So the Demon wants to make us suffer and make us want to do suicide? Wait till I get my hands on him! No one does this to my Uncle!

The scene changed, and the past Iroh has grown older. Gray spots were creeping up on him on the sides of his head.

"Dad, you worry too much!" said Ryo, Iroh's son.

"Well someone has to" Past Iroh joked.

"Dad, don't worry. It's just a simple battle. Go in and take over. They don't even have a big army. It will be done quick" he explained, picking up little Zuko and Azula.

"Hey Double Trouble! What are you two doing?" Ryo asked. The two toddlers giggled.

"We wanted to say good bye!" Zuko said.

"Yeah! And kick some butt!" Azula said.

"What have you guys done?" Ryo asked.

"What gives you that idea?" Azula asked back showing her puppy eyes.

"Oh the fact that you two are giggling and that I can see the servants going crazy," Ryo replied. Outbursts were heard in the background.

"Well, we got bored and wanted to have a catopuss!" Zuko said brightly. (half cat, half bird)

"But you know that your father is allergic to catopusses!" The past Iroh said. At that moment The Fire Lord bellowed, "What the hell is this catopuss doing here?" Everyone laughed. The past Iroh looked at his grown son.

"Please, be careful." Iroh pleaded.

"Don't worry Dad, I will. I promise," Ryo said and he hugged Iroh.

"Wow, what a splendid moment," Sokka said out loud.

"Sokka!" Katara scolded.

"What?" Sokka asked, and Katara hit him in the head.

The scene changed again and they found themselves in a red tent. The found the same past Iroh writing a letter on a desk. The teenagers heard a noise in back of them.

"I hope they can't see us," Aang whispered.

"I don't think so," Sokka said. "And I don't think they can hear us either." Sokka waved his arms in front of a messenger that just came in the tent.

"Sir, I have news from you," the messenger reported gravely. He didn't notice Sokka's hands waving around in front of his face. The past Iroh looked up from his work.

"Well? What is it?" The past Iroh asked.

"It's your son, sir," the messenger said.

"Is he back yet? I needed to talk to him about our plans on going home"

"No sir." The messenger said. "I'm sorry general, but your son is dead,"

The past Iroh's face changed in an instant. It looked confused and scared. The present Iroh leaned into himself, tears streaking his cheeks.

"What?" the past Iroh asked, hoping he misunderstood it.

"General, your son died in that raid that he was sent out. This was all we could find," The messenger pulled out a helmet out of his bag, and gave it to the Dragon of The West.

The past General just looked out into space, he didn't even notice his son's helmet was in his hands.

The two Iroh's walked out of the tent. Aang met Zuko's glance and they nodded. They had to be careful, and help Iroh out. He's been through enough lately.

The two Iroh's walked to the battlefield. When the teenagers saw the site, they started to gag. The battlefield was hell itself. Bodies everywhere, lying discarded, some not even whole anymore. The smell of blood sickened them, especially the Avatar.

The grief past general looked to find his son, but only found the truth. The truth about war. There was nothing glory about it, nothing honorable. The dead and the wounded filled the ground. The soil tainted with the spattered blood. The general has seen this a hundred times, but now it seemed new to him. He was disgusted with it. He looked at his hands, imagining them covered in blood.

The Iroh's both shouted. "That's it! No more! No more!" The Iroh's cried.

"Uncle, snap out of it!" Zuko yelled, shaking the present Iroh.

"No more blood shall be spilled! I the General of the Fire Nation declare defeat! I will no longer fight!" The past Iroh screamed at the top of his lungs.

The present Iroh fell to his knee's, Zuko went for him.

"Uncle, please hang in there! Please, you have to think of the good memories! Not all of life is bad, please Uncle" Zuko pleaded, trying to comfort him. The memory before them stopped. The colors around them blurred, and then they found themselves in a dark room with the past Iroh again.

He was in mourning. He held a knife in his hands, his hand kept testing the sharpness of the blade and talking to himself.

"You were supposed to come back," past Iroh muttered to himself. "Maybe now I can see you and my beloved soon…" Iroh pointed the blade at his heart, the knife touching the his chest. But before he stabbed himself he heard a small voice.

"Uncle? What are you doing?" Little Zuko asked.

"I'm doing nothing! Now go!" Iroh yelled.

"You're going to kill yourself, aren't you?" little Zuko shouted.

"I told you to go!" Iroh yelled again, shooting flames near his nephew. But his nephew stood his ground crying. The past Iroh took himself back.

"I stood up for you! I thought you weren't a coward! But I guess Azula is right." Little Zuko said.

"Zuko-" past Iroh started.

"Don't you remember what that knife says? The one that you gave me that you're holding?" little Zuko demanded.

The past Iroh looked dumbly at the knife for a second. "Never give up without a fight," Iroh ashamed, dropped his knife and quickly hugged his nephew, both crying.

"I'm sorry Prince Zuko, your right. I was being selfish and a coward," The past Iroh smiled. The little Prince purged his eyes of tears with his finger. Iroh noticed something on the table near the door.

"What is this? Prince Zuko?" Iroh asked.

"It was for you Uncle," Prince Zuko smiled. "I wanted to make you feel better so I made you some tea." The little Prince explained. Iroh took a sip of the tea, and almost gagged. It was one of the worst yet sweetest tea he had ever had. "Please Uncle don't be sad,"

"Please Uncle, don't be sad," present Zuko said. "You can't let the demon get to you,"

"Thank you Prince Zuko," Iroh said standing up tall.

"How touching," a voice floated towards them. The memory had stopped, leaving the past Iroh and past Zuko frozen in motion. The Mischief Demon walked slowly towards the group. He stopped in between the frozen memories. "You know Prince Zuko, you looked cute when you were older," The Mischief Demon caressed the little Zuko's face.

The present Zuko shuttered. "That's it! I had enough of this!" Zuko shouted and ran towards the Mischief Demon.

"No!" Aang cried out.

Zuko was sprinting towards the Demon, yelling out his war cry. The Demon just laughed and waved his hands. Mist was suddenly appearing, and it was slowing Zuko down. Zuko, Iroh, Aang, Katara, and Sokka were sinking into the mist. Katara and Sokka then heard a voice, "Well, lets see how well you two will do," and the world before them turned to darkness.

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Ugh I hate finals and regents. Anyway, this took me a while to do, cause I'm studying a lot, so it might take me a while to get the next chapter too. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The underline words is the memory for anyone that's confused.