Still don't own LoK or Anastasia! Sorry for the long wait, but now that this latest college semester is over, I can write to my little heart's content again! So, I shall reward your long wait with five new chapters!

"I'm going to assume that this isn't a social visit," Demitri said as Aang again appeared in front of him, Vlad, Sophie, and the Grand Duchess Marie.

"I'm afraid that I've got some good, yet grave, news," Aang said calmly. "I won't be able to transfer you for another five or six years estimated, if at all. I've evacuated the rest of the Romanov line to my world, but they are petrified for a few years yet."

"Oh!" Sophie squealed. "Oh, they are alive!"

"Yes, but in another world," Demitri grumbled.

"Why the long face, my good friend?" Vlad said beaming. "Our little Anya is alive, and so is her family!"

"Yeah, but we can't even talk to her," Demitri countered looking as though he were about to cry.

"I never said you couldn't talk to her," Aang hedged with a meschevious grin, and their heads jerked to him in alarm. "But from here it is up to her. She will only be able to appear by manifesting herself through her newly discovered bending."

"Earth? Water? Air? Fire? Which one is it?!" Demitri demanded going half-mad, and Aang chuckled.

"I said you could talk to her, not that you could touch her," he said calmly, and the others paled. "I think you can figure it out from here. She is in a coma from nearly drowning, but this is a temporary setup while she is in it. After that, she will need to meditate and focus. Even then, she won't be able to fully come back here, no matter how hard she tries."

"What if we can go over there?" Demitri asked, and Aang shook his head. "Why not?!"

"Because we are already trying to bring solidity to six others from your world, and it is taking all of our focus to do so," Aang said calmly. "Do not fret, she will manifest herself before the end of her coma, I promise. Avatar Roku, my predecessor, will make sure of it."

"Wait, which element is she?" Demitri demanded, and Aang vanished. "Damn you! Answer me!"

"We must be patient," Vlad said putting a hand on his shoulder. "It is the only way."

"I can't just sit here and be patient when the love of my life is in another world!" Demitri yelled angrily, his heart breaking. "I can't do it! I'll go mad! I'll kill myself if I have to if it means being with her!"

"Even if you do, there's no guarantee that you'll be reunited with her," the duchess said gravely. "You heard what Aang said, we must wait for her to react."

"I hate this," Demitri sobbed before kicking the bed angrily. "Ow! Shit!"

"Demitri!" the two assistants yelled as the Duchess scowled at his foul language.

"This is why you'll never marry her," the latter murmured as the other two helped Demitri onto the bed and began working on his foot.

"What is most important to you right now?"

"My work."

"Wrong! Try again."

"My family?"

"Getting warmer. Try again."

"What are you getting at?"

"Just what you think I am getting at, my namesake," General Iroh the first chuckled.

"Now I know why Fire Lord Zuko went half-mad while travelling with you," Iroh II grumbled.

"You know, my namesake, destiny is a funny thing. You never know how things are going to work out, but if you keep an open mind, and an open heart, I promise you will find your own destiny someday. Even in exile, Anastasia has as much honor for her people as my nephew."

"You're speaking in riddles."

"That is my specialty. Your grandfather used to hate it very much, but he eventually learned how to learn through them."

"Now you're just doing that to annoy me."

"Listen to me, my namesake," Iroh the first said, and Iroh the second sat down in a meditative position.

Iroh the second listened to his namesake's words of wisdom for what felt like years to him, but in reality was about six hours. His legs were falling asleep, his head was pounding with all the new information that was being forced in, and now his entire being felt as though he were about to pass out.

"Iroh," Roku said as he approached, and both looked up at him. "The elder."

"Yes, Avatar Roku," Iroh the first said standing up, and Iroh the second mouthed a silent "thank you" behind his back to the Avatar.

"Anastasia needs your help," Roku said calmly. "Perhaps imparting your wisdom to her now and letting your namesake ponder your words. It seems as though his poor mind cannot take much more."

The elder Iroh hugged the younger firmly, but was still firm and gentle just as he had been with Zuko during their reunion at Ba Sing Sei. He left, and Iroh the second breathed a sigh of relief as he put a hand on his forehead and his fingers through his hair.

"You are weary in mind," Roku said sitting in the meditative position. "I know you are confused about some things that he has said to you. Ask me anything, and I will answer if it is in my power."

Iroh the second simply stared for a while before laying back and almost passing out. He held his fist up and began firebending, much to the Avatar's amusement, and began firebending as a method of release for his pain. After a few hours of this, Iroh the second finally calmed down enough to sit on the ground and to begin asking Roku some questions.

Meanwhile, Anastasia had her own problems with Iroh the first. He was teaching her how to use her firebending, and was now learning why she was terrified of fire, as she held her head in her hands in a very lunatic-like manner and was now spilling out every last secret of the fire-involving near-death experiences that she had.

"I see. You are in love with Demitri," Iroh the first said, and Anastasia nodded. "I am sorry, child, but fate is a tricky thing. You have been separated from him for a reason, and it is your duty to find it. But be warned, you must not go down the wrong path."

"How do I start bending?" Anastasia asked, "how can I start bending if I'm terrified of fires?!"

"You must learn to overcome your fears," iroh the first said calmly. "You must learn to be at one with the flames, to learn how and why they dance."

"But I can't!" she yelled in exasperation as she rammed herself against the ground and splayed herself out like butter over a piece of toast.

Ah, update one of five!

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