Urzon grinned knowingly as his older sister hugged Yang, he knew she had waited far too long to see him again. Zahara would never admit how much she wished Yang had said good-bye, yet Urzon knew.

He winked at Gyatsa. They both understood what this moment meant to their siblings. Motioning for the airbender to follow, he walked out of the hall.

"Have you been at the air temples these past years?"

"I have," Gyatsa responded, she motioned towards her blue tattoes, "I am an airbending master now."

"Took long enough," Urzon teased. Gyatsa was only fifteen, they both knew that to be a master at that age was incredible.

"And Yang?" he questioned, smoothing his robes in an attempt at nonchalance.

"Yang's been…" she paused, "soul searching, I suppose."

"But I thought he was searching for airbenders," Urzon stated, frowning.

"And he was, in fact he's even found some," she shook her head, "but I think he's not feeling as satisfied as he thought he might,"

"It will take centuries for the air nomads to repopulate, not a couple years," she continued, "I don't think Yang really thought about that when he started searching."

"But how many airbenders did he find," Urzon asked, "and how?"

"There are about twenty air benders that resided in parts of the Earth Kingdom-many didn't know that they were benders originally," Gyatsa replied, "It appears as if some monks were able to flee the air temples, or were just not there when the invasion happened. They settled in the Earth Kingdom and raised families."

"But that's amazing," Urzon said," A race thought to be nearly extinct now has a chance of survival!"

"Yes, but Yang, " she trailed off, "his part in that story is over, he's found them but my father and I are training them." Gyatsa continued, "he still searches for airbenders, but he's also been taking some time off to travel alone. Yang has changed. He is not the naïve twelve-year-old boy he once was. He has traveled the world, heard stories of the horrors of war, and even experienced some of these horrors firsthand."

Urzon frowned, he couldn't imagine Yang as anything else but the calm and sweet boy he had been. What had Yang really been up to?

"Your parents are in the throne room. I'm supposed to be at a lesson right now but I will see you at dinner, " Urzon stated, his voice rising as he told the fib.

Gyatsa nodded, "of course."

This wasn't a complete lie, he did need to practice his bending, and ok, maybe it helped that the only time he could really clear his head and think was when he fire bent.

Urzon waved and left the room, his feet almost subconsciously taking him to the train rooming adjoined to his quarters.

When he had reached the room, he removed his shirt, leaving on only his billowy black pants. He shook his hair out, pushing it from his face. Ready, he began the movements with precision. Jump. He executed a leap forward, falling into a lung position. Turn. He swiveled around half way. Breath. He took in air, blowing it out forcefully. Hit. A fork of lightening illuminated the room as it shot out in front of him. Jump. He moved forward again, this time somersaulting after the jump and landing in a crouched position. With his right hand he sent another bolt in front. Breath. He inhaled this time miniature forks of lightening flickered around his nostrils as he exhaled. Turn…

"Urzon?" A worried voice came from behind him.

He had been so busy executing his bending that he had not noticed his motherat the doorway. She looked at him carefully, her blue eyes wide and brown hair tied back formally for dinner.

"It is time to get ready," She informed him. She pulled a stream of water from one of the vases in the room, the water circling tightly in her hand. She did this frequently just as his sister lit small flames in her palm to calm her.

Urzon nodded towards his mother, and grabbing his shirt from the floor began to head towards his quarters.

She was left behind in the training room, the cool water still circling in her palm. She shook her head, amazed at how the much the sixteen-year-old boy who had just left the room looked like his father. Urzon thankfully had been spared the scar that Zuko had and yet their golden eyes, pale skin, hair were almost identical. Her children had inherited little physical resemblance to her, their skin maybe a shade darker and hair a bit thicker. Instead she liked to think that Urzon had inherited her kindness, her love of bending and Zahara her occasional temper tantrums and her drive.

Katara was proud of her children and what they had accomplished in bending. Where their joints were young and fresh, hers were beginning to creek with age. Almost angrily she whipped the water she was bending forward. Freezing it, and letting it drop to the ground with a crash.

But she was content with her life. She and Zuko were no longer teenagers traveling around the nations and fighting a war. But they were parents, monarchs, and lovers, these three roles she found as satisfying as any adventure she and her friends had had. Although they were aging, there bodies not the adolescent ones they used to have, nevertheless they were still happy and in love. The Fire Nation was stable and the world no longer at war. Katara knew she had done her part to make it this way. Her destiny had almost finished unfolding and now, as her daughter reached her eighteenth birthday, it was Zahara's time to decide her future.

Katara smoothed back her formal gown, the red silk soft under her fingers. She felt a gentle hand on her waist. Laughing, she leaned back into her husband's strong arms. She sighed, slightly nuzzling her head against his chest and inhaling the scent of spice and smoke that he had.

"Katara, my dear, would you go to the formal dinner with me?" He bent down in a mock proposal.

"I would be delighted to," she responded, leaning towards him for a kiss. Their lips met for a long minute before Zuko pulled back.

"About that dinner."

Katara looked around guiltily, "I suppose we should go."

He took her hand, and led her out of the room and down the hall.

"I never got to tell you how beautiful you look tonight," he said sweetly as they stood in front of the door leading into the dining hall. She squeezed his hand and opened the door.

As they entered they saw many familiar faces, near the head of the table was their son who sat next to Gyatsa and was chatting animatedly with her. On the other side of the table, Toph was talking to her son, the young air bending throwing looks at Zahara as she remained in deep discussion with Aang. The Fire Lord and Lady sat at the head of the table welcoming their guests and signaling that the feast had begun.