Disclaimer: Katara: Pilar does not own Aang or the show, and not even me.

Zuko: If you're wondering where Pilar is, she's doing her homework, even though she should be sleeping to get rid of that cold and finish the story! (Yelling loudly enough so that I can hear)

Iroh: Here (hands me a cup) drink some tea. It will calm you.

Pilar: Thanks! (I drink the whole cup in one swig) Wow! That's some really good tea, I think I can finish my homework, and maybe some part of the story and… (I fall unconscious. Everyone is looking at me.)

Zuko: Uncle…what did you give her?

Iroh: Just some calming jasmine (Zuko gives him a look) with a little sleeping drugs mixed in. (Everyone looks at him in disbelief) OK! Fine, maybe I accidentally poured the whole bottle of sleeping drugs into her tea. But look at her now! She's sleeping like a baby.

Aang: Iroh… the story is about to start and our author is passed out. How are we going to do the show-?

Sokka: Story

Katara: Whatever! I guess we'll just have to do the story ourselves. Ok everyone, here's the next chapter. Oh and just to let you know, this story takes place after the Blue Spirit.

The sun, shined on Zuko's face, slowly waking him up. For the first time, Zuko didn't rise with the sun. Zuko blinked once, and then blinked again. Images were starting to focus, and Zuko could see the Avatar, sitting with his Uncle having some breakfast. This is my chance! My honor is sitting right there! And Zuko got up quickly, but a little two quickly because he fell right back down again.

"Ahhh Good morning Zuko!" Iroh cheered happily.

"Avatar! Prepare to fight!" Zuko chanted and stood up again.

"Can't you give it a break? And you're in no condition to fight either," Sokka yawned.

"Shut peasant, I can still fight,"

"Zuko! I'm surprised at you! These kind children have helped you and saved your life, not to mention your little friend." Iroh picked up the little child and placed him on his lap. "It would not be very honorable of you to pick a fight with these nice children." Iroh scolded lightly.

Zuko was about to burst with his mind racing. He hated it when his Uncle got through to him. Zuko started to huff and puff, with smoke coming out of his nose and mouth. Eventually he let it all out, and fire came shooting out of his mouth. Katara had her canteen ready, but before she could do anything, Zuko stomped off into the woods, muttering under his breath and taking off the bandages.

"I'm so lucky to have such an understanding nephew," Iroh said smiling, and everyone looked at him like he was crazy.

"Are you crazy? I thought he was going to burn off our heads!" Sokka yelled, and Katara laughed.

"So you're Zuko's Uncle?" Katara asked, finishing her breakfast.

"Yes, yes I am" Iroh replied.

"But you two seem so…different" said Aang, joining in on the conversation.

"You mean the scar?" Iroh inquired, wondering if he should tell them.

"Well, besides the obvious," Aang waving his hand. "I mean you're so…nice, cheerful, and happy. But Zuko's kinda…"

"Mean," Sokka interrupted.

"Grumpy," Katara continued.

"Sad"

"Angry"

"Evil,"

"I wouldn't say evil, now would I?" said Iroh gesturing to the little boy. "He's just, misunderstood," Aang nodded, but Katara and Sokka just sat in disbelief. Right then there Zuko reappeared.

"How far are we from the village," Zuko asked.

"The one that was burning," Aang asked. Zuko nodded curtly. "About a mile, not too far. Why?"

"We have to find this boy's home." Zuko answered. He walked over to the boy, to get a close look. The boy had a light shade green of simple clothes on. He couldn't be more than 2 years old. The boy had short, thin dark brown hair, but the strangest part about him, was that he had blue eyes.

"Where do you live?" Zuko demanded. The boy, just simply looked at him, with those piercing blue eyes.

"Oh yeah, like he's going to tell you!" Katara yelled, but then but on a sweet voice she asked the little boy, "Can you tell us where your mommy and daddy live?"

The boy didn't answer; he just looked up at Zuko with those big blue eyes.

"Zuzu!" the little boy yelled.

"What did you say?" Katara asked.

"Zuzu!" the boy cried out again, pointing to Zuko.

"I think he means you, Zuko," Iroh chuckled. Zuko just glared at him and just mumbled, "Great another Azula…"

"I think the boy might show you where he lives Zuko" Iroh said as he watch the little boy go over to Zuzu, and started tugging on his hand.

"It's ZUKO!" Zuko yelled at the boy. Everyone flinched, waiting for the little child to scream and cry at the Prince's meanness, but it didn't come. He just stopped what he was doing, and then swinging Zuko's arm, he said, "Zuko"

"Where do you live?" Zuko demanded.

"Zuko. Zuko. Zuko. Zukoooooo" the little boy said again, smiling in delight. The Prince just sighed, and grabbed his little hand.

"I'll be back Uncle," he called out to his Uncle. Zuko started to walk with the little boy. "Do you live over there? Where do you live?" and the little boy started to lead the Prince back towards the burnt village.

As they walked, the little child would occasionally say his name. Zuko watched the boy in amazement, wondering how something would be this innocent. If children ruled the world, it would be so peaceful Zuko thought, when abruptly Zuko saw the little boy start to eat a worm.

"No!" Zuko scolded. The little boy looked up confused. "You do not eat worms! They are dirty!"

"Dirty!" The little boy repeated.

"That's right dirty," Zuko repeated, and took the boy's hand.

They reached the village in about 45 minutes. It was a horrific site. Half of the village burnt down. Zuko didn't know where to start, because he didn't even know if this boy's house was burnt down.

But the boy seemed to know where to go, because he started to take off down a street. I hope he knows where is going and Zuko took off after the mysterious little boy.

Thanks for reading, stay tunned!