This is an optional read, you DO NOT need to read this unless you want to. It's for those who are curious about what I think the rest of the gAang is up to after Zuko dies and Katara leaves.

"Hey Sheng Li! Watch this!" Tenzin cried showing off the air scooter he had made, he had yet to master Airbending so the scooter lasted less than a minute causing the small, tanned boy to fall. Sheng Li laughed, but ran over to help his friend up.

"Come on show off, your dad and my mom are probably done they're meeting, wanna go see if they'll referee for a game of Redemption?" Tenzin nodded and both boys raced to the palace.

"Dad! Dad! Can you and Mai referee a game of Redemption for us?" Tenzin asked once he had reached the parents, Sheng Li not far behind. Aang laughed.

"Sure, Mai and I will sit here and watch. You remember the rules right?" Both boys nodded eagerly. "Okay, go find a ball, the trees can be your goal posts alright?"

"They're so similar and yet different," Mai commented as their sons got the ball and began playing. He son, Sheng Li was tall for his age, his skin pale and his eyes were the same as hers; amber instead of the golden colour his father's were. And Tenzin was small, an Airbender's slim figure, but with the tanned skin of the Water Tribe and Aang's big grey eyes.

"It's true they get along very well, but something tells me that's not what you mean," Aang said waving his arm as foul on Tenzin.

"Both our sons have lost a parent for the same reason, yet neither seem to have been negatively affected by it. Sometimes I wonder what things would've been like if Zuko had never died and Katara had never left." Aang was quiet for a moment, choosing to watch Sheng Li score his penalty point before replying.

"Tenzin used to ask about Katara, I know she's out there somewhere, I just haven't found her yet. Or my daughter."

"Perhaps it's for the best. It's been twelve years Aang, if she wanted to come back she would have. She made her choice. As did Zuko. It's their loss to not be here today and watch their sons grow." Aang shook his head sadly, even after all these years Mai still hadn't forgiven them completely.

"Okena! Be careful!" Azula called out to her second youngest daughter, teetering on the railing of the ice bridge. Hahn laughed and shook his head watching as Yuma the oldest boy grabbed his baby sister's hood and kept her from falling off.

"You worry too much, Azula. You would think after five children you be used to these sorts of things."

"A mother never stops worrying. Where are Anzu and Urson?" she asked changing the subject and looking around for her fraternal twins.

"Anzu is with some of the Tribeswomen, she's bent on learning to sew the way they do and Urson is with the guards practicing with his club. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they're not safe." Azula stuck her tongue out at her husband and shifted her hold on the baby of the family, little Yi Min only three years old. Azula kissed her sleeping child's forehead and smiled, so many years ago she had asked her brother if she had his blessing for this marriage. If someone had told her that in little over ten years she'd have five children and be the happiest she had ever been she never would have believed them. I wish you were here Zuzu.

Iroh slowly climbed the hill and came to rest under his tree. He sat down with a sigh and placed two pictures upon a cloth and lit the incense sticks.

"No man should outlive his sons, I pray that you are at peace now in the Spirit world, and will see you again someday.

"Leaves from the vine

Falling so slow

Like fragile, tiny shells

Drifting in the foam

Little soldier boy

Come marching home

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home…" Iroh felt a hand touch his shoulder, he looked back and saw Toph and Teo with their daughter Tai Zhi.

"Come on, Old Man," Toph said nodding her head back towards the city. "Won't do you any good being here alone. Let's go have some tea, I'll make jasmine."

"You know me too well, young friend," Iroh replied putting his things away a getting up.

"Uncle Iroh? Can you tell me the story of the dragons?" Iroh smiled and took the little girls hand, recounting the tale she had heard many times before.

"Do you ever wonder where Katara went?" Suki asked watching Satomi teach the Water Tribe girls the traditional Kyoshi Warrior moves. Sokka looked up from the letter he had received from Aang, with a small frown on his face.

"Sometimes, but so long as she's happy now it doesn't really matter."

"It's too bad we didn't know where she was, she would have wanted to be here when Gran Gran and Pakku passed away last fall." Sokka nodded and looked out his window at the statue of his sister that still stood. He was honest to his wife about everything, he even told her all about Yue, but the one thing he never told her was that he knew where Katara was. They wrote letters back and forth, keeping in contact secretly. She would tell him very little about her life, but Sokka always sent paintings of his family and of Tenzin. When Gran Gran and Pakku had died she had sent incense sticks to burn for them.

He tried to convince his sister to come back, but she always refused. She never said she was happy, only that she couldn't go back. Sokka had given up, but he never told anyone where she was regardless.

"Mom! Mom! How's this?" A little girl asked as she finished a complicated bending form.

"Very good, Suchin," the woman said, her blue eyes brimming with pride and tears as she looked upon her daughter. She was like him in so many ways, they had the same determination and she couldn't help but see him when she looked into her daughter's golden eyes. She had long since grown out of the blue eyes she had when she was born. "Your father would've been proud."

Suchin smiled and gave her mother a hug. She tried so hard to master firebending because it made her mom so happy.

"I'm going to go play with my friends okay?"

"Have fun Precious, stay out of the mail system and don't leave the city." She smiled as she watched her daughter run off and went back inside their small home. She looked out her window at the great city of Omashu and smiled, she might not be able to see him, but she could feel him with her. Even after all these years she still wore white in mourning for him. Through Sokka and news she heard throughout the city she was well informed on what went on in her old life. She could never go back though, she thought about it from time to time, but the hurt and betrayal she'd see on everyone's faces would be too much. So she hid, like the coward she was and was left wondering what would've been if she and Zuko had never gotten involved. As she saw Suchin playing with her friends she knew, even if she could go back and change everything part of her wouldn't. Because if she did, she'd never have her little piece of Zuko with her now.

So here's the 'epilogue' of After There Was Oma and Shu. It's just a small glimpse into the lives of the characters approximately 12 years after Zuko's death. I wanted to show that life goes on, but everyone still stops and thinks about Zuko and Katara every now and then. Each of these little snippets don't happen on the same day of course. I had fun thinking up names for the kids that weren't mentioned in the other chapters and I felt this leaves lots to the imagination for their lives. If anyone has questions just let me know and I'll be happy to answer ^-^