ZUKO

I tower over the crowd, who are cheering and crying and squeezing each other in absolute joy. Aang glances once at me, then scans the people on the ground, grinning ecstatically.

There are just three people who are not jumping or shouting. They stand there, my polar opposites, holding each other, tears cascading down their face.

As I watch Sokka and Katara with their father, I enviously wonder what cruel twist of fate decided that it was not my sister and my father and I who stood there, embracing each other.

I look away. It hurts too much to wish.

IROH

When my nephew was crowned, I was not there. I was in my son's old rooms in the palace – no one had touched anything there, which surprised me. Knowing my brother, I had been so sure that Ozai would have cleaned out Lu Ten's room.

I took a few steps in. I trailed my fingers over his desk, his bed. A fine layer of dust covered them.

Silently, I prayed that my son is safe in the spirit world,.

And, silently, I prayed that the boy who has acted the part so well stays safe, here in the real world.

HAKODA

My arm is around my son's shoulder and my daughter is leaning against me, nearly asleep. I eye Sokka, who is staring silently at the fireworks.

"Everything's finally going to go back to normal," I say, squeezing his shoulders. Sokka shifts slightly and I follow his gaze to ten feet away from us, where the Avatar is laughing uncontrollably with the Fire Lord.

"No," my son says carefully. "Things are never going back to normal."

I watch as his eyes flicker between his sister and the Avatar. I smile and shake my head slowly.

This was going to be interesting.

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Three of my favorite men in Avatar get 100 words to express how they felt the day that Zuko was crowned Fire Lord. Teehee.

I don't know, I was bored when I wrote this, and needed something to do. It was just practicing for some other stories. :D tell me what you think!