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Strong for Uncle: An avatar fan fiction by Anisah Majeed

Thousands of people were crowded outside, even a burglar who claimed to be helped by him. Maybe after I left him, he met other people in Ba Sing Se and helped everybody in need. He was such an amazing, kind man, the best uncle I could have ever hoped for. How could I ever repay him? He guided me in the right path and was more of a father to me than Ozai. He was pretty much the only family member, besides Mai, who accepted me. He is, or was, my uncle Iroh.

I sat alone in my house, crying more than I ever have, holding a picture of my lost uncle. He was 74 and I am 27. A decade ago, he guided me in the defeat of my father, former Fire Lord Ozai. My father didn't even care to show up today. The day of uncle Iroh's funeral. My grip on Iroh's picture loosened as I stood up and walked outside, for Iroh's funeral was in my backyard, and he would be buried next to my mother, in the fire nation royal graveyard.

Outside, I spotted Avatar Aang, the last airbender, along with my other friends Katara, Sokka, Toph, Haru, Bumi, Ty Lee, and The Freedom Fighters. My wife, Mai, was among them, but she wasn't crying as hard as them.

Everybody noticed my presence at once, and in an instant, I was the center of attention. I cleared my throat and began to speak.

"Iroh, or The Dragon of the West, was a humble and wise man who helped everyone she saw, even the guy who tried to rob him. I remember, two years ago, he bought twenty cabbages for a cabbage merchant with terrible luck. He helped everyone from little kids to an 112 year old avatar. But most of all, he helped me," I turned to look at my dear uncle's coffin. "Thank you so, so much," I began to tear up. "You must have so many mixed feelings about me, but I want you to know, I will never, ever screw up again, uncle. I-" I choked a little. "I-I love you."

My tears couldn't be controlled anymore, I fell to my knees in distress. I let go of my pride and honor, of my strength and royalty. That moment I was no longer "Fire Lord Zuko". I was just a normal guy, wishing and begging for forgiveness. I was myself.

A waterbender in a blue dress filled in for me. I recognized her voice as Katara's and I turned around to listen to her. Her eyes were sparkling blue and her "hair loopies" were down. She was beautiful.

"Zuko's uncle Iroh..." Katara began.

My uncle Iroh. My uncle Iroh. I smiled a little at the implication that he was my uncle.

"...always knew the right thing to do. He was such a fantastic leader. I wish him all the best," Katara walked away without another word.

Toph came and took Katara's place. Sokka guided her, so she wouldn't walk into anyone.

"When I was twelve, I had a deep conversation with Iroh. He gave me great advice and even better tea! All he would talk about is Zuko. He said Zuko was lost. He was never mad , he was worried Zuko had lost his way. He cared. Iroh taught me so much. Thank you, old friend," Toph sniffed and waited for Sokka to talk.

"Iroh was the most noble person I knew. He had so many experiences to share, so many life lessons to pass down..." Sokka held back a tear and walked away with Toph.

Aang, Mai, and Ty Lee were coming to talk now, and I was still filled with tears. Everything said about Iroh was kind and to everyone how good of a person he was. People also mentioned me, and how good of a person I supposedly was. Aang started talking first.

"When I was helping Iroh get Zuko and Katara out of prison , I talked to him. He said I was wise to choose love and happiness over power, and he would have done the same thing. He told me that life is like the dark cave we were in. That if I just kept moving, I would be in a better place. I will never forget those words. He saved Katara and I what we were being attacked by two firebenders and the Dai Li, and he was imprisoned. Last week, he taught me how to make tea without teabags. Uncle Iroh, you will be missed," Aang shot me a depressed look.

I stayed seated next to uncle's coffin throughout the entire funeral and my tears never stopped flowing. Everybody left after Mai and Ty Lee's speech, Haru and The Freedom Fighters came to wish Iroh the best and told me they were sorry for my loss. Bumi gave me a weak smile that showed me that he didn't want to disturb my trail of thoughts. Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Mai and Ty Lee told me that they would meet me inside for some tea and left me alone to think and say goodbye. When they left, I sung Iroh his favorite song.

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam," I started to cry again. "Little soldier boy, come marching home, brave soldier boy, comes marching home," I couldn't take this anymore, but I tried not to cry. I've never felt so weak and I know uncle wouldn't want to see me like this. I was being strong for him.
"I love you uncle, I miss you," I stood up, turned around and walked away, trying so hard to be strong.

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Strong for Uncle: An avatar fan fiction by Anisah Majeed

Thousands of people were crowded outside, even a burglar who claimed to be helped by him. Maybe after I left him, he met other people in Ba Sing Se and helped everybody in need. He was such an amazing, kind man, the best uncle I could have ever hoped for. How could I ever repay him? He guided me in the right path and was more of a father to me than Ozai. He was pretty much the only family member, besides Mai, who accepted me. He is, or was, my uncle Iroh.

I sat alone in my house, crying more than I ever have, holding a picture of my lost uncle. He was 74 and I am 27. A decade ago, he guided me in the defeat of my father, former Fire Lord Ozai. My father didn't even care to show up today. The day of uncle Iroh's funeral. My grip on Iroh's picture loosened as I stood up and walked outside, for Iroh's funeral was in my backyard, and he would be buried next to my mother, in the fire nation royal graveyard.

Outside, I spotted Avatar Aang, the last airbender, along with my other friends Katara, Sokka, Toph, Haru, Bumi, Ty Lee, and The Freedom Fighters. My wife, Mai, was among them, but she wasn't crying as hard as them.

Everybody noticed my presence at once, and in an instant, I was the center of attention. I cleared my throat and began to speak.

"Iroh, or The Dragon of the West, was a humble and wise man who helped everyone she saw, even the guy who tried to rob him. I remember, two years ago, he bought twenty cabbages for a cabbage merchant with terrible luck. He helped everyone from little kids to an 112 year old avatar. But most of all, he helped me," I turned to look at my dear uncle's coffin. "Thank you so, so much," I began to tear up. "You must have so many mixed feelings about me, but I want you to know, I will never, ever screw up again, uncle. I-" I choked a little. "I-I love you."

My tears couldn't be controlled anymore, I fell to my knees in distress. I let go of my pride and honor, of my strength and royalty. That moment I was no longer "Fire Lord Zuko". I was just a normal guy, wishing and begging for forgiveness. I was myself.

A waterbender in a blue dress filled in for me. I recognized her voice as Katara's and I turned around to listen to her. Her eyes were sparkling blue and her "hair loopies" were down. She was beautiful.

"Zuko's uncle Iroh..." Katara began.

My uncle Iroh. My uncle Iroh. I smiled a little at the implication that he was my uncle.

"...always knew the right thing to do. He was such a fantastic leader. I wish him all the best," Katara walked away without another word.

Toph came and took Katara's place. Sokka guided her, so she wouldn't walk into anyone.

"When I was twelve, I had a deep conversation with Iroh. He gave me great advice and even better tea! All he would talk about is Zuko. He said Zuko was lost. He was never mad , he was worried Zuko had lost his way. He cared. Iroh taught me so much. Thank you, old friend," Toph sniffed and waited for Sokka to talk.

"Iroh was the most noble person I knew. He had so many experiences to share, so many life lessons to pass down..." Sokka held back a tear and walked away with Toph.

Aang, Mai, and Ty Lee were coming to talk now, and I was still filled with tears. Everything said about Iroh was kind and to everyone how good of a person he was. People also mentioned me, and how good of a person I supposedly was. Aang started talking first.

"When I was helping Iroh get Zuko and Katara out of prison , I talked to him. He said I was wise to choose love and happiness over power, and he would have done the same thing. He told me that life is like the dark cave we were in. That if I just kept moving, I would be in a better place. I will never forget those words. He saved Katara and I what we were being attacked by two firebenders and the Dai Li, and he was imprisoned. Last week, he taught me how to make tea without teabags. Uncle Iroh, you will be missed," Aang shot me a depressed look.

I stayed seated next to uncle's coffin throughout the entire funeral and my tears never stopped flowing. Everybody left after Mai and Ty Lee's speech, Haru and The Freedom Fighters came to wish Iroh the best and told me they were sorry for my loss. Bumi gave me a weak smile that showed me that he didn't want to disturb my trail of thoughts. Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Mai and Ty Lee told me that they would meet me inside for some tea and left me alone to think and say goodbye. When they left, I sung Iroh his favorite song.

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam," I started to cry again. "Little soldier boy, come marching home, brave soldier boy, comes marching home," I couldn't take this anymore, but I tried not to cry. I've never felt so weak and I know uncle wouldn't want to see me like this. I was being strong for him.
"I love you uncle, I miss you," I stood up, turned around and walked away, trying so hard to be strong.