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Ozai kept his eyes peeled on the blacken sky. Thunder clouds from the east rolled in bringing biting wind with them. Still, Ozai remained at his post undeterred. He’ll spot one soon enough.

“Still at it, Zai-Zai?”

"Stop calling me that! I'm 16 for Agni's sake!" Ozai hissed.

"Aww but you're still my baby brother!" Iroh hugged him. Ozai groaned frustratedly and shoved him off.

“I'm telling you there are more dragons out there!”

"Impossible. The Phoenix Clan did a full sweep from sea to sea. Nothing's left. If there was, we would have already found it.”

Ozai remained silent.

“Hello? Earth to Zai-Zai!” Iroh snatched his telescope.

“GIVE THAT BACK!!!”

“I know you wanna be like you awesome big brother but that time has passed.” Iroh dangled the telescope in front of him. “Hate to break it to you, but you're going to have to find a new hobby."

“I don’t want to be like you!" Ozai spat as snatched it back. “I’m going to be better.”

“And how do you plan on accomplishing that with no dragons left? Switch to deer hunting perhaps? Bunnies? Oh Father would love that." Iroh's voice dripped in sarcasm. "I can see it now. Son of the Great Dragon Hunter Azulon now pursues dainty forest creatures!”

Ozai angrily punched him causing Iroh to laugh.

“Shut up! I’ll kill the actual last dragon! It’s out there.” Ozai pointed to his computer screen. “See. The heat signatures are getting closer. And look how big they are. Only a dragon can make that.”

“Or a small plane.” Iroh shrugged.

“It’s a dragon!!!”

“Sure.” Iroh chuckled. “Just don’t break Dad’s stuff. You know he hates it when you play with it.”

He ruffled Ozai’s hair before heading back inside. Ozai hissed again. Stupid Iroh. He wasn’t a useless child anymore! He’ll prove once and for all that he’s worthy of the Phoenix’s crest.

The monitor suddenly glowed bright orange. Seconds later, a fiery figure streaked across the sky. Ozai gasped. He quickly grabbed the net launcher and heaved it over his shoulder. Through the spy glass, he could make out its sleek red figure and large wings. A fire dragon! Ozai racked his brain about what he read on the creature. Juvenile judging from the size. Attacks specialize in long range fire breath, acid spit, and disembowelment by claws.

Kill on sight.

Ozai took a deep breath then fired.

The impact knocked him back. Ozai scrambled to his feet just in time to see the dragon hurl out of control and crash land in the forest. Ozai’s jaw dropped.

“I did it…” He whispered. “I did it! I killed a dragon!”

Ozai ran inside calling for his family. “Father! Iroh! Wake up! I killed a dragon! Just now!”

“Do you know what hour it is?!” Iroh hissed.

Ozai gave him a smug look. “I told you. There was another dragon out there and I just killed it!”

"It was humoring earlier but you've gone too far. Just go to bed already."

"Iroh I'm serious! It was a fire dragon and it crashed in the west forest." Ozai started for the door. "If we hurry we can-"

“OZAI!”

He spun around excitedly. “Father! I killed a-“

Azulon stuck hard him across the face. “Enough! And what did I tell you about touching my equipment?!”

Ozai held back the angry tears. “There’s a dragon-“

“Oh? Then where is hide and skull to add to the collection? You’re still so clean and fresh. Are you certain there was a battle?”

Ozai tighten his fists. Azulon snatched the net launcher away.

“Children should not touch these.”

“You let Iroh when he was my age.”

“Iroh was a hunter at your age. You are useless brat still playing pretend!” Azulon spat. “Go to bed!"

Ozai gritted his teeth. Ignoring Iroh’s warnings, he grabbed a sword off the wall and ran outside. He knew what he saw. And he will have his prize.

~*~

Rainwater seeped into his worn booths as he trudged through the thick forest. It wasn’t hard to find where the dragon landed. There was a path of burned and broken trees that lead to a small crater. Scattered fires lined the way and the air became warmer the closer he got.

Ozai clutched the sword and braced himself. The skull and the hide. That’s all he needed.

His hands shook.

No. He can do this.

Ozai took a deep breath then charged with a mighty battle cry. Before him, was the dragon in human form hopelessly entangled in a net. Horns peaked from her messy hair and red scales lining her bare body that faded into a tail with the same ruby hue. She growled and bared sharp teeth as he drew closer. On instinct, Ozai raised his blade; prepared to drive it into the creature’s heart.

Lightning flashed, illuminating her silted golden eyes. Ozai faltered. Those were not the eyes of a bloodthirsty demon. They were wide and glassy and... scared. Ozai’s hands trembled. Isn't this what he dreamed and worked so hard for? What he waited his whole life for? So why...?

The dragon let out a pained whimper as she stared right through him.

He... He couldn't...

In one quick motion, Ozai cut through the net. The dragon girl pulled herself free; wincing at the cuts the wires left. She lingered for the briefest moment watching him before disappearing into the forest. Ozai fell to his knees.

He really was useless.

~*~

Ozai didn’t know why he came back the next morning. Maybe because he couldn't sleep a wink all night. Or maybe to prove to himself that he was brave enough to carry out the task this time. If Father or Iroh knew what he did, how he freed a dragon of all things, they’ll probably throw him to the streets.

He couldn’t be blamed though. Ozai’s never seen a dragon in human form look so… raw. They were monsters even while masquerading as humans. A gross mockery of humanity in every way; yet this girl…

No. Stop calling it a girl.

It was a dragon. A demon.

It needed to die.

Ozai found the crater. Leading from it were footsteps still fresh from last night’s storm. Something dragged along after it. The dragon's leg was injured. Ozai pulled out his sword and followed it. He’ll succeed this time.

He soon came across a river. The dragon rested at the bank clawing at her leg. From his position, Ozai could see the net’s metal balls wrapped tightly around her ankle. Now would be the perfect time to strike from behind. Ozai stood but made no move to go further. It was like he was frozen in time. He knew what he had to do, but it felt so wrong.

The dragon stopped clawing at her leg. Her pointed ear tilted back before she turned around to face him. Ozai flinched at the sudden eye contact then braced himself. Dragons can still be dangerous while in human form.

“You. Why did you save me?”

Ozai gasped. “Y-You can talk…?”

“Of course I can talk! We’re not mindless beasts, you know!”

“But… the texts say dragons only exist to kill! Nothing else matters to them. Only power and death.”

The dragon huffed. “I can say the same about humans.”

Ozai bristled. “That’s not fair! You dragons attacked our homes and burn our crops!”

“You humans poison our lands and wipe out our kind!” She shot back. “Yet, we’re the problem?!”

“You’re a threat! You deserve to die!”

“Then kill me!” She bared her teeth. “Like you did my mother! Like you did with everyone!”

The wind was knocked out of Ozai’s lungs. “Y-Your mother…?”

Heavy tears rolled down her face. “Do you have any idea what you humans put us through?! There’s no one left! They’re all dead!!!” The dragon buried her face in her clawed hands and wept.

Ozai felt lightheaded as the realization crushed him. All this time he thought dragons were mindless beasts uncapable of emotions or love.

“I’m sorry-“

“Shut up!” The dragon spat. “Kill me or leave!!!”

Ozai stuck his sword in the ground then approached the dragon. He had to know more. She spun around and growled lowly; prepared to pounce at any given second. Ozai raise his hands in surrender as he knelt down.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I…I lost my mother too. She died during a dragon fight.”

The dragon's expression grew somber. She looked like she was about to cry again. She quickly steeled herself when Ozai sat down on the river bank. "I thought joining the clan and becoming a hunter would avenge her and make my father... I don't know... proud of me, I guess."

"Then why didn't you kill me last night?"

Ozai glanced away. “I don’t know…”

“I think you do.” She said softly.

Ozai swallowed. “Because… you were scared.” He looked up at her. “Like me.”

Her eyes became glassy again. She quickly turned her attention to massaging her entrapped ankle. Guilt surged through Ozai.

"Here let me-" He reached for her ankle, making her flinch. "I'm just going to remove the net."

The dragon studied him a moment before giving in. Ozai pulled out his dagger and cut through the wires. Mangled red flesh was left behind. Ozai's stomach knotted.

“I-I’ll get you some medicine.”

“You've done enough. I already owe you for sparing my life. I don't need more debt or pity.”

“It’s not pity! I owe it to you for injuring you.”

The dragon hissed. “What makes you think I’ll still be here when you return?”

“I doubt you can walk anywhere on that leg, much less transform.”

She gave Ozai a dirty look, proving him right. Ozai stood.

“I’ll be back within the hour.”

The dragon scoffed and crossed her arms. Ozai grabbed his sword then ran back home. Thankfully, Father and Iroh had already left for the day. Ozai grabbed a bag and filled it with first aid supplies, medicine, food, and a blanket. When he returned, the dragon was still there.

She was surprised but quickly played it off. Ozai paid no mind as he treated her ankle.

“There. All done.”

He lifted his head then froze; suddenly realizing how close they were. The sun had risen more Ozai could really see her clearly.

Spirts. She was beautiful.

Even while dirt and filth covered most of her bare body, something about her was... otherworldly. The way the sunlight reflected her red scales. Her expressive sunlit eyes and long brown hair. Ozai didn't notice his eyes wandering further down.

"Shameless perv."

He jerked his head away. "No! I-I... I was...uh..."

The dragon smirked at his flustered state.

"Urgh here!" Ozai tossed her the blanket. "I swear you're worse than Iroh!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." The dragon said while wrapping herself in the blanket. She then sighed. “Now I owe you two things.”

Ozai flushed. “You don't have to-”

“What are you called? Or shall I just call you Shameless perv from now on?”

“I have a name! It's Ozai.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, do you have one? A name?”

“Ursa.”

Ozai lifted his head amazed. "Like the constellation?"

Ursa nodded. "And yours like the sacred flame?"

Ozai's mouth went dry. "Y-Yes."

A small smile grew on her face. "Still a shameless prev."

~*~

Ozai returned to the river every day.

It took some time for Ursa to heal fully. Much to his surprise he really enjoyed being in her company. Ursa was smart, witty, charming, and everything he was taught dragons wasn’t. Ozai also learned a lot from her.

“That never happened.” Ursa said as he showed one of the textbooks. “Dragons don’t eat entire villages. We don’t even hunt humans. It’s taboo.”

“What about burning crops?”

Ursa shook her head. “Dragons are elusive beings. We don’t seek out human villages. Merely stand guard of those that spring up in our land.”

“Stand guard?”

Ursa drew in the dirt. “A long time ago, Agni appointed the first dragons to watch over the Elder Spirits’ newest creation. Humans.”

Ozai gaped at her.

“Or at least, that’s what my mother told me.” She added quickly.

Ozai flipped to the back of the textbook and jotted down the new information. "What else do you know?"

Ursa gave him a surprised look before growing excited. "There are many types of dragons. But the largest and oldest species are fire dragons."

~*~

"You seem different."

Ozai rolled his eyes at his brother. "Could you be a little vaguer please?"

"I haven't heard a peep about dragon hunting in weeks."

"So?"

"So, you're not one to give up on something you set your mind to."

"Well maybe I did. Maybe it's a good thing we stopped hunting them!"

"Don't you dare let father hear that. People are already starting to lose respect for the Clan."

"Duh I'm not stupid! Outta the way!" Ozai brushed past him.

"So if it's not dragons, is it a girl?"

Ozai stopped dead in tracks. Iroh gasped.

"It is?! It's Raika isn't it?! She's had eyes on you since grade school!"

Ozai cringed. "...Yes?"

"Oh Zai-Zai this is wonderful! I may become an uncle yet!"

"Well you already have the annoying relative part down. Don't follow me!"

Ozai ran out the door before Iroh could make anymore jabs. He didn't stop until he was under the cover of the forest. Ozai let out a sigh of relief. He needed to be more careful. After a brief walk, he arrived to the river bank. Ursa stood on top of a boulder with her face towards the sun.

“It’s time.” She announced. “I’m ready to fly.”

Ozai swallowed. “Are you sure?”

Ursa gave him a firm nod. “The sunlight will hide my color. No one will see.”

“Alright.” He glanced towards the direction of his house. “Just not here-“

A bright light filled the area. When it cleared, a large ruby dragon stood in its place. Ozai gaped in complete awe. Ursa spread her wings then took off with a large gust of wind.

“Ursa!!!”

Ozai couldn’t help but smile at her up there. She was aching to return to the sky so badly. His heart suddenly pricked. It would be time to say goodbye soon. His thoughts were interrupted by Ursa landing. She lowered herself and motion for Ozai to climb on.

“Are you crazy?!”

Ursa exhaled smoke through her nose.

“I’m not riding you. That’s insane!”

Ursa gave him an amused look. Ozai huffed.

“I know what you’re doing. It’s not going to wor-“

He was suddenly tossed in the air then landed on Ursa’s neck. Ozai grabbed her horns as she took off.

“URSAAA!!! PUT ME DOWN YOU CRAZY LIZARD!!!”

The dragon rumbled in laughter. Ozai held on for dear life as they rose higher and higher. He soon felt the warm sun on his face. Ozai cracked open his eyes and saw the landscape open before him.

It was incredible!

Ursa gave him a smug side eye as Ozai laughed in disbelief. She then dove and did all sort of flips and tricks. Ozai’s hair was a wild windblown mess when they finally returned to the ground.

“You crazy lizard. You nearly killed me.” Ozai grinned.

Ursa shifted back human then smirked at him. “Admit it. You loved it.”

He took a step closer. “Hated every second.”

“Oh really? That’s why you were cheering so loud?”

“I’m surprised you noticed with all those fancy moves you were showing off.”

Ursa laugh. “Fancy huh?”

“For you.”

“Please, I’m the best dragon you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

Ozai’s eyes soften. “You are.”

Ursa’s stomach fluttered. Whatever witty comeback she had died on her lips. Instead, the two leaned closer and closer; lips aching to embrace. Ursa’s ear pricked up. Before any of them could react, she was thrown back by a wired net.

“URSA!” Ozai cried.

He rushed over to try and detangled her. The wires immediately cut his bare hands.

“Ozai.” Azulon emerged from the foliage carrying the gun and weapons with Iroh close behind. “Step away from that demon.”

“What are you doing here?!”

"You dropped one of your notebooks. I followed you to return it when I saw that." Iroh pointed his gun at Ursa with a hardness Ozai's never seen on him.

"I told you not to follow!"

"Seems you were right about one remaining. Well done.” Azulon tossed him a sword. “Do the honors. Finish it and you'll be a true dragon hunter.”

Ozai gripped the handle until his knuckles turned white. He waited for this moment his whole life. Ozai knew what he had to do. He turn towards Ursa and raised the blade.

“O-Ozai...?" Her voice cracked.

Heartbroken tears rolled down Ursa's face. She should have known it was all a rouze. Yet, she stupidly fell for it.

For him.

Ozai brought down the sword and sliced the wires in half. Ursa gasped. His eyes met hers for the briefest moment. Ursa immediately understood. Acting with precise speed, she created a fire barrier in front of the two men then transformed and escaped; narrowly dodging the gunfire. Ozai leapt through the fire and shoved Iroh’s gun throwing his aim off. Iroh roughly shoved him to the ground.

“What in Agni’s name do you think you’re doing?!”

Azulon swore. “It’s out of range! Iroh get the canon from the truck!”

“NO!” Ozai blocked their path. “I won’t let you hurt her!!!”

Azulon pointed the gun right at Ozai’s head. “Move boy.”

"Father!" Iroh exclaimed.

Ozai stood his ground. “We were wrong about the dragons! They’re not mindless beasts or demons! They just want to be left alone!”

“Are you insane?! Have you forgotten what they did to your mother?!"

“That demon has corrupted you! Don’t believe her lies, Zai-Zai!”

“I haven't forgotten! And they’re not lies! Think about it! Why are all the texts written by one person?! Why hasn’t there been a dragon attack in decades?! It’s all propaganda!”

“SILENCE!”

Azulon fired. Warm liquids ran down Ozai’s face. He brought a hand to his cheek. It came back red.

“The next one right through your brain.”

Ozai faltered. “Father…”

Azulon glared coldly at Ozai.

“Iroh…?”

He merely turned his head, ashamed. “Just move Ozai.”

Ozai gritted his teeth. “No.”

Azulon’s frown deepened. “Then you are no longer my son.” He reloaded the gun and aimed.

Ozai's eyes widen. He wouldn't.

Azulon and Iroh suddenly pointed their guns upwards and fired. A mighty roar knocked all of them off balance. Ozai was yanked up then thrown into the air for a brief terrifying moment. He landed on Ursa’s neck and grabbed her horns as she rapidly ascended into the sky. Azulon and Iroh opened fire but they were already out of range.

"You... You came back for me..."

Ursa closed her eyes and dipped her head. Ozai's eyes burn. He glanced back watched the only home he’d ever known disappear. Ursa let out a sad groan. Ozai rested his head against her neck as tears finally escaped.

“I guess that makes us even.”

Chapter Text

“Then the hunter and dragon flew into the sunset and began a new life together. The end.”

“Again! Again!”

Ozai chuckled. “Really dragon pup?”

“Pwease Daddy?” Zuko begged.

Ozai smiled and rolled his eyes. “Okay. But this is the last time.”

“Yay!” Zuko shifted into dragon form and jumped around excitedly.

Ozai shushed him. “You’re going to wake-“

A sharp cry filled the small room as Ursa let out a tired groaned. Zuko crouched down and whimpered. He felt really bad for waking his baby sister. Ozai picked up Azula from the shared bed and held her close while stroking her back. Azula’s crying died down some as she nuzzled his chest.

“I got her.”

Ursa mumbled an unintelligible thanks before falling back to sleep.

“Zuko, let’s go to the beach so Mama can rest.”

The dragon pup perked up and wiggled his tail.

“What are the rules for outside?”

Zuko ducked his head and bended his knees as he concentrated really hard. His scales soften and horns shrank. Soon he was a little boy again.

“I did it!”

Ozai wrapped him in a red poncho. “Good job.”

He grabbed a blanket, the go bag, and Azula’s favorite gnawing toy before taking Zuko’s hand.

“Let’s be very quiet, okay?”

“Okay.” Zuko made a little trill and waved. “Bye Mama.”

“Bye sweetie.” Ursa said sleepily.

"We'll be back soon."

Ozai closed the door and led the children to the front exit. They didn’t get far when a neighbor angrily barged out their room.

“HOW MANY TIMES I GOTTA TELL TO SHUT YOUR KIDS UP?!” an older man shouted, spraying spit everywhere.

“They’re babies! What did you expect?!” Ozai shot back.

“I got work tomorrow! Shut them up or I’ll-“

Zuko growled and hissed at the neighbor.

“What the-?”

Ozai pulled Zuko behind him and glared daggers at the man. He blinked in confusion before it melted into anger.

“Control them or I’m calling child services!” His eyes darted to Zuko still growling up at him. “Or animal services.”

The man spat at Ozai’s feet then stormed back to his room. Ozai hissed lowly. His spiraling angry thoughts were interrupted by Azula’s sharp tiny teeth biting his chest. He slipped her the toy then led Zuko outside.

“I’m not a baby. Lala’s a baby. I’m a big kid!” Zuko grumbled. “Daddy why he spit? Dat’s not clean.”

“No it’s not Zuko.”

“He a mean stinky um… meanie!”

"True." Ozai smiled despite himself. "But we shouldn’t growl at him.”

“You growl.”

Ozai cringed. "Yes but I shouldn’t have. We can’t let anyone know about you, Lala, and Mama being dragons. It’s a secret.”

“But why?”

“Because… well, people,” Ozai caught his reflection in a window. His eye immediately landed on the scar on his cheek. Ozai swallowed the lump in his throat. “Won’t know how to respond. They might do something... not nice.”

Zuko tilted his head. “Like what?”

“Like um… spit.”

Zuko scrunched up his face. “Gross!”

Ozai chuckled some at his little one’s reaction. They soon arrived to the deserted beach outside the city. Azula was wide awake now and squirming in his arms. Ozai placed her down and watched her shift into dragon form then chase after her brother.

“Don’t go too far!”

“Okay Daddy!” Zuko called back.

Ozai sat down on rocks and slowly exhaled. Raising dragon pups in secret was a lot harder than he and Ursa predicted. They weren’t even sure a human and dragon could conceive so their shock was evident when Ursa found herself pregnant three years ago.

It was scary and a lot of trial and error. Neither was quite sure how to care for a baby half dragon half human. Ozai was especially worried he’d end up like his own father, but laying eyes on Zuko for the first time then later Azula, he vowed to never let that happen.

The sun slowly peaked over the horizon. After a while, Ozai felt his eyelids grow heavy. He was jolted awake when Azula came rushing back with panicked yowling.

"My dear, what's wrong?" Ozai asked while scooping her up.

She whined and then buried her head against his chest. Ozai rubbed her back to help her calm down. He wished understood her like Ursa did. Despite being 18 months old, Azula only spoke in dragon. Deep dread settled in his stomach. Ozai pressed his lips together and let out a sharp trill noise.

“Zuko! Come here!”

Ozai repeated the sound as he wrapped Azula up in the blanket. Still no response. Ozai swore under his breath. He told Zuko to not go far. He was definitely not getting a honey biscuit for dessert today.

“Zuko!!!”

“Zai-Zai?”

His blood froze. It couldn’t be.

A spot light landed on him before Ozai could slip away.

“Brother! It is you!” Iroh gasped. He moved the spot light then approached him with opened arms. “I can’t believe it!”

Ozai took a step back to avoid the hug. “What are you doing here?” he asked lowly.

“We haven’t seen each other in six years and that’s first thing you say?” Iroh scolded. “I had no idea if you were alive or dead! Zai-Zai, regardless of what happened you’re still my baby bro…” he trailed off when he noticed the small bundle Ozai was cradling. “What is that?”

Ozai placed a protective arm around Azula and glared at Iroh. The older man did not miss the little horns peaking from her head. His face held a number of expressions.

“…You didn’t.”

“Go home Iroh.” Ozai bared his teeth. “This is none of your concern.”

Iroh didn’t move; only continued to gawk in disbelief. “My own brother.”

“You heard father! I’m not your-“

Ozai’s eyes widen. If Iroh’s here, then Father…

“ZUKO!” He ran into the beach calling for his son.

“Ozai wait!”

He didn’t listen as panic quickly took hold. Azula began to fuss as she sensed her father’s anxiety. It doubled when Ozai discovered fresh tire tracks leading back towards the city.

“Ozai-“

“WHERE IS HE?!” Ozai demanded. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY SON?! ANSWER ME!”

“How could you...? Don't you remember what they did to Mom?! Running away with one wasn't enough for you huh?! You had to go fu-“

Ozai punched him in the face.

Iroh stumbled back but quickly recovered and aimed his gun at Ozai's head. Time froze. Iroh's hand shook. Before any of them could move, sirens rang out as smoke and flames rose in the early morning sky.

~*~

Some called a mother’s intuition a sixth sense or divine act of the spirits themselves.

Ursa only gotten about an hour of precious sleep before she shot up, suddenly wide awake. Something was deeply wrong. She grabbed a coat and hair scarf to hide her horns then headed out. Ursa had not taken more than a couple of steps when she heard it.

Forgoing any discreetness or social grace, Ursa raced towards the sound. She followed it to a nearby alley way. There, stacked amongst the dumpster and other old boxes, was a carrier crate. Scared whimpering and crying came from inside.

“Zuko!!!” Ursa gasped.

She immediately went towards him but stopped short. She knew that smell. It was faint and clearly masked, but she remembered it like yesterday. Ursa jumped out of the way, narrowly avoiding a wired net.

Azulon emerged from the shadows brandishing weapons and more nets. Ursa growled lowly. It was him!

“You’ve adapted.” He commented coldly.

Ursa hissed and bared her teeth, prepared to strike, when Azulon pointed the gun towards the crate. Ursa froze in terror.

“Please don’t hurt him.” Ursa pleaded. “Take me instead.”

"It speaks. Somewhat." Azulon scoffed. “I’ve been looking a long while for you, demon. Who said anything about-“

In the blink of an eye, Ursa transformed and used her body to shield Zuko. Azulon was knocked back from the force. He swore, not expecting the dragon to do something so rash. The nearby buildings started to crumble from Ursa ramming into them. She picked up the crate with her mouth then hopped over the alley’s backwall as Azulon opened fired. The sparks landed on the boxes, causing them to catch fire and spread rapidly.

Ursa ripped open the crate and saw Zuko curled up inside trembling. She transformed back then tearfully scooped him up.

“My baby! Mama’s here. You’re safe now. Mama’s here.”

She glanced behind her. Through the crumpled wall, Azulon stood amongst the flames glaring hatefully at them. Ursa shuddered then took off, cradling her son close. He was still in dragon form but everyone was too focused on the fire to pay any mind. She needed to find the rest of her family and escaped.

Ursa just hoped it wasn't too late for them.

~*~

Ozai never ran faster in his whole life. He was completely out of breath by the time he arrived to the motel as poor Azula screamed her head off. Ozai pushed through the crowd of residents that gathered to watch the firefight.

“URSA!”

He had to reach her. If Zuko was still in the city, she’ll be able to track him down.

"URSA!"

“OZAI!”

He cried with relief as Ursa embraced him while carrying Zuko.

“We’re okay. We’re okay.” Ursa whispered.

Ozai glanced behind him. Through the crowd and smoke, he saw the black truck with the silver Phoenix Clan crest slowly drive by.

“We have to leave.”

Ursa nodded as he grabbed the bug-out bag she brought from the motel room. Ozai put an arm around her and glared at the truck once more.

~*~

Azulon watched the family disappear into the smoke.

"Unnatural." He spat. "I told you to take care of him."

Iroh wiped the blood from his nose. "He slipped away."

"You let him go, didn't you?"

Iroh glanced away as anger and dread filled him. He had hoped to talk some sense into is little brother but that was clearly out the window. Still, he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger.

"He is not your brother, Iroh. He is one of them." Azulon hissed. "What is the motto for the clan?"

"Cleanse by fire; reborn stronger."

"Which cannot be done until all of the demons are eradicated. Including defectors and half breeds."

Iroh watched the fire spread across the city as guilt welled up. “Torch Island is vast and the fire will cover their tracks. It will take some time to track them down again.”

“We found them the first time, didn't we? Trust me son.” Azulon removed the camera from his vest. “I have a plan.”

Chapter Text

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Phoenix Clan, my thanks for joining me on such short notice. I'm sure you all are aware of the devasting fire that destroyed nearly half of Kentoro, Torch Island."

The community visibly tensed. "Azulon please tell me you didn't-"

"Worse." Azulon interrupted. "Comrades, our life's work is not over. Behold, dragons still yet live!"

He pulled up the recording of Ursa he took in the alley. Smoke and shadows clouded it, making it hard to tell what was happening. Iroh mentioned this but Azulon waved it off. Expert dragon hunters knew dragons when they saw them, he claimed. However, the deafening silence and disapproving glares over the video call said otherwise.

"It is time we reassemble the team and alert the press. I have an idea where they're fleeing. We'll just need grants for new weapons and tracking devices to capture them faster and-"

"Enough!" Ritsu shouted. "Azulon, what's gotten into you?!"

Azulon looked aghast. "Excuse me?"

"You've been trying to reassemble the Phoenix Clan for years now. But using a grainy recording as an excuse is in poor taste."

"ARE YOU BLIND?!" Azulon pointed to the recording. "That is a fire dragon! It destroyed Kentoro with its demon flame!"

"All I see shaky frame work as a certain someone fires at old flammable trash! Honestly Azulon, don't you realize how incriminating this video of you is?! Much less our entire clan?!"

"Listen, we understand you're still grieving Ilah, but-" Kazue started gently.

"KEEP MY WIFE'S NAME OUT OF YOUR WHORE MOUTH!" Azulon spat.

"Father!" Iroh gasped.

"Look at you! Grown content and lazy and fat at the first sign of 'peace'. Meanwhile, those demons lay wait preparing to strike once again. But you are too useless even pick up a weapon and fight! Not I! I'll destroy them all! Alone if needed!"

"That is enough! We don't care who your grandfather is! You are hereby banned from the system and clan all together!"

"FOOLS! ALL OF YOU!!!"

Azulon slammed the laptop shut then threw it out the window.

"Father!" Iroh yelled. "We needed that! Without the Phoenix Clan support, we won't be able to replace tools as easily-"

"Listen to me son." Azulon said dangerously low. "We are that's left of the Phoenix Clan now. We'll prove those deserters wrong once and for all."

Iroh tsked. He was disappointed by the others' initial reaction but not surprised.

"Set a course for Shigana docks. I suspect they're heading towards there to leave the island. Even if the managed to escape the Fire Nation entirely, we'll find them."

Iroh sighed. "Hinata and Lu Ten won't like this."

"Get out."

Iroh did a double take. "Father-"

"If you're not willing to commit your all to the mission, then you're no better than those useless deserters!"

"Are you saying I should just abandon my wife and child to hunt dragons across the planet?! I'm not a child anymore! I have an actual family that I already missed so much of! That we've already missed so much!"

"Either that or bring them along. Train that son of yours to be a true hunter."

Iroh harden. "Never."

"Then get out."

The two men glared at each other heatedly. Finally, Iroh resigned and obeyed knowing there was no convincing his father in this state.

"Call me when you reach the docks."

Azulon scoffed then sped off without a second glance. Iroh swallowed. It'll be fine. Father's stormed off like this before but always came back once he blew off the steam. But something told Iroh should have insisted on going with him just to keep him out of trouble. Truth was, he couldn't stomach seeing Ozai and his unnatural 'family' again so soon. Iroh shuddered the thought. It just wasn't right.

Iroh fished out his phone to call a cab. He glanced at the direction his father sped off. Azulon won't be able to get far without the Phoenix Clan's financial support anymore and will need his help again.

He'll see that eventually.

~*~

"Well, here it is." the realtor gestured to the old house. "Foundation's still pretty good. You'll be on the hook for repairs but the furnace still works and water comes in from the mountain streams."

Ozai and Ursa stepped in to inspect the house. It was dusty and badly worn down but quite spacious.

"Tell you what, I'll throw in the tool shed out back as well." the realtor continued.

"What about that field?" Ursa asked.

"Comes with the property. But don't get any idea about farming. Wild animals come down from the mountain and tear up anything that grows. They practically pushed everyone out of area."

"So no neighbors?" Ozai asked.

The realtor shook his head. "Not for miles around. The closest person you'll find is in town in the valley and even then that's a stretch."

Ozai and Ursa looked at each other excitedly.

"We'll take it." Ursa said.

"Are you sure?" He eyed Ursa's long veils. She claimed it was to protect her sensitive skin. "Wouldn't it be easier to be closer to town with your uh... condition? There's a cozy cottage-"

"No this is perfect!"

Ozai placed a hand on her shoulder. "Can we pay now?"

The realtor gaped at them before eventually agreeing. He helped the family unload their few bags from the car then drove off. He'd been trying to sale the property for years and was close to demolishing it altogether. Then this Fire Nation family came in from out of the blue and practically leapt for joy at the offer. They even refused the ride to an inn back in town while the house is repaired. What an odd lot.

They won't make it one month.

~*~

Ursa took off her veil and shook her hair free. It was so good to feel sunlight on her skin again.

Zuko tugged on her sleeve. "Where are we Mama?"

"This is our new home. There's no one around so we can shift into dragons whenever we please."

Azula squealed and kicked her legs. As soon as Ozai unbuckled her car seat, she shifted into dragon and ran excitedly through the tall weeds. Birds and bugs scattered, thrilling her even move.

Her parents laughed as they watched Azula's little horns poke out in the grass. Ursa rubbed Zuko's head. "That looks fun! Why don't you join her sweetie?"

Zuko buried his face into her robes. A lump formed in Ursa's throat. Zuko hasn't been the same since fleeing Torch Island. He barely talked anymore and refused to leave her or Ozai's side even for a second. It worried her to no end.

"Come Zuko." Ozai scooped him up. "Want to help me repair the house?"

Zuko nodded.

Ursa kissed his cheek then blinked away the tears as Ozai carried him inside.

He just needed time.

~*~

Ursa kept an eye on the very hyper Azula who was determined to explore every inch of the property while Ozai repaired the house. It mainly involved clearing out the debris and sweeping out the decades old dust. Little Zuko helped where he could by holding and dumping out the dust pan.

When evening rolled in, the family settled down by the furnace still warm from cooking dinner. The Earth Kingdom was much cooler than the tropical Fire Nation, especially in the mountains. Even while wrapped in blankets, Ozai felt the unpleasant chill seep into him. It was going to take some getting used to. At least the dragon pups fell asleep right after dinner; both completely worn out from the move. Ozai himself was nodding off when Ursa spoke up.

"I checked the area. Didn't pick up any other human scents. I don't think anyone's been here for years."

"That's a relief." Ozai said through a stifled yawn.

Ursa didn't respond as she stroked Zuko's head. Ozai's expression fell as guilt ate him alive.

"I should have watched him better."

"Honey no." Ursa shook her head. "It's not your fault."

Ozai stared at the fire. Though it's been nearly a year, the memory was still fresh in his mind.

"Remember when we first found out I was pregnant and you fainted."

"I didn't faint! My foot slipped."

"Mmhmm. Right."

Ozai tsked.

"My point is, when you woke up I was in the middle of panicking. We were just a couple homeless kids barely able to take care of ourselves after all." Ursa rested her hand over his. "But you held me and promised everything would work out. Despite all that's happened, I still believe it."

Ozai's eyes watered. He leaned over and kissed her. "Me too."

Ursa caressed his face then frowned some. "Ozai you're freezing."

"I'm fine. It's just for the night."

Ursa glared at him. "You're a terrible liar."

"I am not!"

"Hush. You'll wake the babies. Now move over."

Sensing what she was planning, Ozai gathered the children in his arms. There was a brief flash of light. The floorboards creaked and trembled as Ursa wrapped her dragon form around them.

"I just swept." Ozai complained half-heartedly.

Ursa flicked him with her tail. She then settled down and purred. Ozai leaned against her; already feeling warmth seep back into his body. The dragon pups joined in the purring and snuggled closer to Ozai. He smiled softly.

Everything was going to be okay.

Chapter Text

Ozai was jolted awake by sharp little claws and excited yapping.

He winced. It was definitely time to trim their claws again.

The dragon pups ran up and down Ursa, absolutely fascinated by their mother’s sudden growth spurt. Ozai realized it was the first time the little ones saw Ursa’s dragon form. They’ve been on the move for so long there was never really a chance to.

‘Mama you’re so big!’ Azula climbed onto Ursa’s head and wiggled her tail. ‘I wanna be big too!’

‘You will someday sweetheart.’ Ursa purred.

‘Me too?’ Zuko asked.

If he was big then he’ll never have to worry about being shoved into a box and taken away ever again.

‘Yes both of you when you’re all grown up.’

‘But I wanna be big now!’ Azula whined.

‘Yeah! I hate being small!’

‘When will it happen Mama?! When? When? When?!’

Ursa shot Ozai a pleading look. Ozai chuckled then made the trill noise to get their attention.

“Where are my morning hugs? I’m starting to feel left out.”

‘Daddy!’ Zuko shifted back to human form then jumped into his arms. “Good mornin’.”

“Good morning Zuko.” He then looked at Azula still perched on Ursa’s head. “Good morning Azula.”

The blue dragon pup ignored him and kept tugging Ursa’s ear. She’ll say good morning to Daddy later. Right now she needed answers!

‘Azula greet your father.’

‘But-‘

Ursa let out a warning growl. Azula gave in with a defeated whine as she crawled into Ozai’s awaiting arms.

“There’s my little blueberry.” He kissed her cheek, causing her to purr.

While Ursa shifted back and got started on breakfast, Ozai packed away the sleeping materials while carrying the dragon pups. Azula climbed onto his shoulder chirped curiously.

“What was that?”

“She asked when you gonna get big.” Zuko said.

“I’m already big.” He sat them down and tickled their stomachs. “Bigger than you!”

“No!” Zuko squealed. “Big like Mama!”

“I’m a human remember. Humans can’t turn into dragons. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be strong.”

“I wanna be strong too!”

Azula agreed.

“Then you can start by helping Mama set the table and sitting still during claw trim-“

The siblings screamed and ran into a different room, leaving behind a very confused Ozai. Ursa shook her head while suppressing giggles.

“You said the C-word around them again.”

Ozai pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

This was going to take all morning.

~*~

After an intense game of hide-n-seek, lots of bribery, two uncomfortable claw trims, and a late breakfast, the dragon pups were free to explore while their parents worked on the house. As usual, Zuko lingered close by but quickly grew bored as Ozai wouldn’t let him play with the tools or climb on the rickshaw bike they found in the shed. Thankfully, Azula was close by stalking some ants.

Zuko looked around to see if the coast was truly clear. Both Lala and Mama shifted and didn’t get in trouble. Maybe it really was okay. Zuko slipped off the boulder and joined his sister in dragon form. She was thrilled to see him and showed it by pinning him to the ground. Zuko shoved her off then returned the favor. A wrestling match broke out that turned into a game of chase.

It was so much fun! Just like how things used to be. They stopped only for afternoon snack of crackers and watermelon juice. The dragon pups curled up in the sun as they ate.

‘Lala, when you gonna talk like Daddy?’ Zuko asked through a mouthful.

‘Why?’

‘So he can understand what you’re saying.’

‘He already does.’

‘But what about the other people?’

‘Who cares!’ Azula pushed aside her cup then hopped off the porch. “C’mon let’s play!’

‘Okay!’

Zuko followed her to the edge of the field. He stopped short and stared up at the towering trees then back towards the house.

‘C’mon Zuzu!’

He took a step back. ‘It’s too far.’

‘Mama said we can go.’

Zuko shook his head. ‘It’s too far…’

Azula snorted angrily. ‘Scaredy cat! You’re no fun!’

She then disappeared into the foliage. Zuko shifted into his human form and hugged himself. He didn’t mean to be scared or not fun. He wished he was a big dragon like Mama or a strong human like Daddy.

Zuko disappointedly returned to the house where he caught the tail end of his parents’ conversation. It sounded serious. Zuko ducked behind the boulder and listened in.

“We need tools to fix the roof and farm the land. Also more food soon. The kids and I can’t live off fish and rabbit meat until the garden comes up.”

“I know, but what if someone sees? What if they get too curious and follows us back? You should go alone. You fit in better.”

“It’ll go much faster if we both do the supply run.”

“We can’t leave the babies up here by themselves.”

“They’ll come too. We've been through numerous towns with no issues.”

"We were lucky. Luck runs out."

"Ursa-"

“No. It’s too dangerous.”

“We can’t keep them hidden up here forever.”

“It’s that why we moved here? To be safe!”

“They’ll still part human. They need to see their own kind! A trip to the valley town can provide that.”

“They have you! They have me! Isn’t that enough?!”

“Humans aren’t solitary like dragons!”

“They’re not fully human!”

“They’re not fully dragon either!”

Zuko’s heart twisted. Then what was he? Was that why that man stole him?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“I’m sorry also.”

Zuko turned his head as they embraced. He needed to go.

“You’re sure it’s safe?”

“Nothing’s ever complete safe. But if all goes well then maybe… there could be more trips. Not just for supplies.”

Ursa sighed. “Okay. I trust you.”

Zuko’s stomach dropped.

They were going back to the human town.

Chapter Text

Zuko refused to get up the next morning. He almost didn’t have to pretend to be sick. The dread welling up in his stomach was enough to make him nauseated. Unfortunately it only strengthened his parents’ resolve thinking he may need medicine.

No! He had to act fast!

When Ursa stepped out the room and Ozai turned his back, Zuko let out a quiet bark to get his sister’s attention. Azula ignored him as she continued to stuff her face with rabbit porridge. Zuko barked again louder this time.

‘What?!’ Azula hissed.

Zuko shushed her then glanced at the room Ursa disappeared into.

‘Pretend to be sick.’

‘You pretending? I’m gonna tell Mama-‘

‘Lala wait! Mama and Daddy are taking us to the human town!’

‘So?’

‘So we can’t go! Bad things happen in human towns! That’s why we moved here.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah. So we gotta stop them or-‘

“Zuko, you’re up.” Ozai interrupted, causing Zuko to jump. “Are you feeling better?”

He shook his head a little too quickly then ducked back under the covers. Ozai raised his brows. What was his little dragon pup up to? Before he could ask, Azula nudged his side and held the freshly emptied bowl up.

“Mmm. Mmm.”

“More.” Ozai took her bowl and shoveled in another helping. “Say more Azula. Moorrreee.”

“Mmm!”

“More.”

She stomped her foot. “Mmm!!!”

“Azula-“

She shifted into dragon form and roared but it sounded more like a hangry squeak.

“Okay fine.” Ozai placed the bowl in front of her. “But we’re not finished with those lessons.” He said firmly.

The frustration didn’t last as he watched Azula shove her face in the bowl and gobble down the food. A smile grew on his face.

Children require discipline. Suffering will be your teacher if you don’t obey.

Ozai shook his head. He was safe now. They all were.

“Zuko come drink your tea. It will help you feel better.”

The lump under the blanket stirred slightly but didn’t come.

“Zuko, I’m not telling you again.”

He huffed and curled in tighter.

“Zuko!”

Ursa walked in adjusting her veils. “What’s going on?”

‘Zuzu pretendin’ to be sick so we don’t go to human town!’ Azula announced. ‘Can I have his breakfast?’

Zuko poked his head from under the covers and hissed. “Traitor!”

Ozai crossed his arms and gave him a pointed look. Zuko whimpered then pulled the covers back over his head.

“What did she say?” Ozai asked Ursa as she knelt down.

“That he’s faking.” She rubbed Zuko’s back. “Sweetie what’s wrong? Do you not want to go to town?”

Zuko shook his head.

“We’ve been to towns before. This will be like the others.” Ozai said.

“Don’t wanna.”

“You can’t stay up here forever. We’re going. Now drink your tea.”

“But-“

“Listen to your father, Zuko.”

Zuko uncovered his head as tears poured out. “I don’t wanna! They’ll put me in a box again!”

Ursa and Ozai exchanged a guilty expression. Noticing his distressed state, Azula curled around Zuko and whimpered.

‘Sorry for telling.’

Zuko buried his face into her mane. Ozai and Ursa wrapped their arms around them in a comforting hug.

“We’ll protect you.” Ursa rubbed his head. “Both of you.”

“I swear on my honor, nothing will happen to you. Okay?”

Zuko wiped his eyes.

“O-Okay.” He agreed although he didn’t mean it.

~*~

Riding on the rickshaw bike was admittedly fun. Zuko found himself whooping along with Azula as they rounded sharp corners and went over high bumps. The excitement immediately died when they reached the town.

They passed a faded sign that said Welcome to Arrowwood Valley. Zuko clutched Ursa’s hand, wishing he was back in the house hiding under his covers.

“We should go to the hardware store first.” Ursa said as she read over the list. “There has to be a map around here somewhere.”

“Highly doubt that.” Ozai scanned over the town. Small places like this didn’t have maps lying around. He parked the bike then strapped Azula to the baby carrier so she couldn’t run off. “Wait here. I’m going to ask for directions.”

“Daddy!” Zuko called out as Ozai walked away.

“It’s okay. I’m just going to ask those people.” Ozai gestured behind him. “Stay with Mama.”

Zuko pouted.

“He’s fine.” Ursa said a little too quickly although she was also worried after being separated in Torch Island. Anything could happen. Ursa plastered on a smile, forgetting Zuko couldn’t see it through the veils. “Don’t worry dragon pup. He’ll be right back-“

“Excuse me.” A woman walked up to them, startling both Zuko and Ursa. “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“What did I lose?”

The woman blinked. “I saw your mourning veils so I just assumed-”

“Oh!” Ursa gasped. She cringed as embarrassment crept up. “T-There not… I mean, it’s for my scales er skin! Sensitive t-to uh…”

Spirits what was wrong with her?! Ursa’s talked to other humans before just fine. Granted Ozai was with her to help cover any mess-ups. She glanced at him across the street talking to some people. What was taking him so long?!

Ursa cleared her throat. “Let me start over. The v-veils are for sun. I mean to protect skin-“

The woman frowned and took a step closer, concern written all over her. “Are you okay miss? Do you need help?”

“No! No. I’m fine. Everything’s fine!”

“Are you sure? The police station is right down the street. I can walk you-“

“SHE SAID IT’S FINE!” Zuko growled. The fear he felt mere seconds earlier was replaced with an overwhelming need to protect his mother. Zuko bared his teeth and hissed. “GO AWAY!”

He pounced but Ursa managed to catch him in time. The woman jumped back startled.

“Zuko! What did I tell you about growling at people?” Ursa scolded. “I’m so sorry. He’s teething.”

The woman stumbled away still in shock. She then took off in a half run and made a phone call while glancing back.

“Daiyu! You won’t believe what just happened!”

~*~

Ozai’s heart raced as he glanced behind him. He needed to get directions then get back to Ursa and Zuko as soon as possible. He adjusted the baby carrier strapped to his chest as Azula gnawed on the rabbit bones from breakfast. That should keep her distracted for the time being. Ozai soon spotted an elderly couple on a bench.

“Excuse me, do you know where the hardware store is?”

“Oh you must be new here. Don’t get very many new people in Arrowwood Valley.”

“Yes we just moved in.”

"How lovely. I'm Ying and this is my husband Jun Hie. We've been here since the town was nothing but a trading post!"

"That's nice." Ozai forced a smile. "So the hardware store?"

“On the corner of Blossom St. three blocks over. Can’t miss it.” Jun Hie answered.

“Thank you.” Ozai bowed.

He started to leave when Ying stopped him.

“Well don't be rude. Stay and chat some young man.”

“I really can’t-“

"Nonsense." Jun Hie waved off. "What's your name?"

"Uh... Mr. Hong."

The coupled exchanged glances and chuckled.

"My so formal."

“Who is this precious angel?” Ying gushed. She pinched Azula’s cheek with a speed Ozai hadn’t anticipated.

“Don’t-“

Azula let out an annoyed growl then sunk her teeth into her hand. The woman screamed and yanked back, drawing blood.

“Good heavens!” Jun Hie shot up. "What have you done to my wife?!"

Ozai covered Azula head and took a shaky step back.

“DEMON CHILD!” Ying wailed.

Anger shot through Ozai. “You shouldn’t have touched her!”

With that, Ozai took off towards the rickshaw bike. Ursa sprung up when she saw him.

“Ozai-“

“I have directions. Let’s go!”

They really needed the basic supplies to survive in the mountains. But first they had to survive the trip. The ride was to the store short. Fortunately the hardware store was right beside the grocery market. Unfortunately for the family, gossip spread like wildfire in Arrowwood Valley.

“That’s the woman Daiyu told me about.”

“Look at those veils. Are they occult? I've heard those Fire Nationals have very strange rituals.”

“Well I heard the toddler bit Old Lady Ying’s finger off.”

Ozai glared daggers at the gossipers causing them to flee. He sucked his teeth. Why did he think this was a good idea? Azula was starting to get fussy and Zuko agitated the longer they stayed.

“Let’s switch. I can calm her.” Ursa said as she took Azula.

The dragon pup reached out for her mother but accidently yanked off Ursa’s face veil. Ursa gasped and shielded her exposed scales that littered her face. Mummers came from some passerbys. Ozai stood protectively in front of her.

“Advert your eyes! Have you no respect?!”

The people flinched and ducked their heads.

“Ozai!”

“It’s okay. I’m here.” Ozai held her close as searched frantically for the veil. “Where is it?!”

“I got it Daddy!”

Ozai breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you Zuko.” He looked down but didn’t see his son. Panic shot through him. “Zuko?!”

“Here.”

The veil dangled in front of Ozai. He glanced up and saw Zuko hanging from the side of the wall he scaled.

“AH!” Ozai yanked him down then glanced around to see if anyone noticed.

“What? What?!” Ursa panicked.

“Nothing.” He draped the veil over her then place his hand on her waist. “C’mon. We’re going back. I’ll get the rest of the supplies later.”

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

“I know.”

Ozai helped her onto the cart then glanced at the store again where shoppers watched them not so subtlety. Ozai scowled.

“So much for Earth Kingdom hospitality!” He spat.

Zuko whimpered, causing Ozai to sigh.

“Let’s go home.”

Chapter Text

With the supplies and children securely tucked in the back cart, Ursa helped Ozai push the rickshaw bike back to the mountain cabin. The trip was tensed and silent; a stark difference from the ride down. Even Azula grew quiet, sensing the heaviness in the air.

They arrived back shortly before nightfall. Ursa angrily yanked off her veil, letting her hair fall down in tangled strands. Ozai leaned against the bike handle equally tired. They still had to make dinner and get the children to bed.

“At least they’re asleep.” Ozai muttered.

Ursa pushed back her hair then sighed. “Think again.”

Ozai turned and saw his children huddled together and still very much awake.

“You two were so quiet we thought you fell asleep.” Ozai said.

“Are you alright?”

They didn’t respond. Ursa and Ozai exchanged glances. Something was clearly wrong, but they didn’t have the energy to do any more probing. Instead, they gathered up the children and headed inside, leaving the supplies to deal with in the morning.

Dinner was light that night; just the rest of the crackers and some beef jerky brought from the store. The children curled up in the blankets by the furnace straight after. Ozai didn’t get on them about brushing their teeth and washing like usual. One skip day was fine.

Ursa stared at her clawed hands with a faraway expression. She had been hiding her dragon features for as long as she could remember. Sometimes, most of the time actually, it got to her. She wished she didn’t have to cover herself from head to toe just to keep from being hunted down and killed. She wished she could fully pass for human like her pups and mate.

She wished she was normal.

Sensing her spiraling thoughts, Ozai took up her hand and kissed her knuckles. He then gently brushed her hair aside kissed her ruby scales.

“I love you.”

Silent tears ran down Ursa’s face.

Azula quietly watched. She had vague memories of her family being sad after leaving other human towns, but this experience stuck more. Seeing her parents stressed out like this made Azula both sad and angry. No wonder why Zuko said bad things happened at human towns. Azula vowed right then and there to have nothing to do with humans ever again.

~*~

Breakfast was also a quiet affair that morning. More beef jerky and porridge. They’ll have to go hunting again soon. The dragon pups couldn’t stomach too much processed meat. A lesson the parents unfortunately learned the hard way.

‘You right Zuzu.’ Azula growled while pawing at her bowl. ‘The human town is bad. It made Mama cry.’

Zuko pushed the beef jerky pieces back and forth. ‘Cause humans hate us.’

‘I’m never talking to another one again! Never! Never! Never!!!’

‘What about Daddy?’

‘Cept him. Duh!’ Azula held up her tail. ‘Let’s promise to never talk to humans cept Daddy ever again!’

Zuko linked the end of his tail with hers. ‘Promise.’

The dragon pups perked up when Ursa trilled. They raced to the front porch where their parents were waiting by the rickshaw bike.

“Children, we want to talk to you about the trip to town yesterday.” Ozai said.

The siblings looked at each other.

“First of all, are you two alright?” Ursa asked.

They nodded.

“Good. We wanted to tell you that not everyone is bad or out to get you. There are still good people, humans, out there.” Ozai said.

“Most of them have been lied to about dragons, which makes them think the wrong things about us.”

“So what we’re saying is, there’s nothing wrong or evil with either of you. Okay?”

The siblings chirped in response. Ozai glanced at Ursa who nodded.

“Okay. You two can go play now while we unpack.”

The dragon pups ran off, chasing each other in the tall grass. After some time, Zuko returned to the cabin when Azula ventured further into the woods looking for prey. He shifted into human form then sat on the porch and dug through an open box. It was prepacked with discounted toys and books Ozai picked up at the store fairly cheaply. There weren’t many good things. Most of the toys were broken and smelled weird. Zuko decided to bury them. Maybe they’ll grow back stronger.

When he was done, he sorted through the books. A faded cream color one with a bright red dragon on it caught his attention. Zuko’s heart leapt. The dragon looked just like him and Mama! Zuko excitedly poured through the book as Ursa went into the forest to fetch Azula and Ozai prepped tea. His excitement faded the further he read the book. Tears streamed down his cheeks by the time he reached the end.

“Here’s your tea Zuko. I brought your favorite. It’s not fresh but it’ll due until the jasmine bushes come up.” Ozai placed the cup down beside him then frown when he noticed his tears. “Zuko? What’s wrong?”

Zuko wordlessly showed him the book. It was a drawing of people celebrating around the body of a slain dragon. Ozai swore under his breath. He should have checked the box before buying it.

“Why are dragons always the bad guy?” Zuko whimpered. “Everyone’s always mean to them and they always get killed at the end.” He pulled his knees to his chest. “I wish I wasn’t a dragon…”

Ozai’s heart twisted. He sat down beside him and took the book. The Dragon Sword. Ozai tsked. He remembered his book as a child. It was filled to the brim with anti-dragon propaganda the Phoenix Clan told civilians. Ozai angrily ripped out the picture of the slain dragon and balled it up. Zuko looked at him startled.

“This book is trash. It’s like we said this morning, people have the wrong idea.”

“The book said we b-burned villages and k-killed people. D-Did we?”

"No Zuko. None of that is true. It's all lies."

"T-Then why do they hate us?"

“I don't know...” Ozai rubbed Zuko’s head. “What I do know is that dragons are pretty amazing. Even if everyone’s mean to them, I’m going to stick up for dragons no matter what.”

Zuko looked at him with watery eyes. He thought about how Daddy stood up for them yesterday from the other humans and knew he meant every word.

“Do you want to hear The Hunter and The Dragon again?”

Zuko nodded and scooted closer. Ozai wrapped his arms around him.

“Once there was a boy who dreamed of becoming a great dragon hunter one day until he met a injured dragon in the forest…”

~*~

‘Azula!’ Ursa twilled while she trekked through the forest.

She soon picked up Azula’s scent and followed it to a thick patch of bushes. Her heart quickened, expecting the worse. There was no other human scents around but Ursa couldn’t help to worry. Bracing herself, she pushed back the bushes and drew her claws. There was no traps or snares, thank Agni. Just a tiny blue dragon pup digging in the earth. Ursa breathed a sigh of relief.

“Azula you had me worried sick. I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes.”

Azula lifted her head with a rat dangling from her mouth by its tail. It escaped and scampered into the foliage.

‘Hey get back here!’ Azula chased after it.

“Azula!”

Ursa soon found her daughter again clumsily pouncing the rat. Her laughter melted Ursa’s previous frustration. Tears formed in her eyes. Azula didn’t need to hide her dragon side here. She was free to be herself and enjoyed it so greatly.

‘What’s wrong Mama?’ Azula tilted her head as the rat squirmed under her paw.

Ursa wiped her eyes. ‘Nothing darling. I’m just so happy.’

The rat escaped again and ran towards Ursa. She dropped to all fours and bared her teeth at it. The rat swerved and ran further into the forest.

‘Don’t let it escape Azula!’

The dragon pup laughed as she and Ursa ran after it. The poor rat managed to dive into another hole before the dragons caught it. Azula pouted but Ursa assured her they’ll catch bigger prey. The forest was teaming with it after all.

Sure enough, they soon picked up a rabbit’s scent. Ursa taught Azula how to stalk in a way the creature didn’t pick up their scent until too late, how to pounce, and how to kill quickly with her claws. Azula soaked in all the information. Ursa caught two rabbits before letting Azula have her go. She performed the kill perfectly. Ursa’s never been prouder.

‘Good job sweetie! You’re a natural!’

Azula preened and soaked up the praise.

‘This should last us a few days. Let’s get back home.’

‘Ok Mama!’

Azula ran around Ursa as she walked back carrying the rabbits.

‘Mama grow big again! We can get home faster!’

‘No, what if someone…’ Ursa stopped walking.

Azula tilted her head and let out a confused sound.

Ursa took a deep breath. There was no one there. No need to hide. Not here at least.

‘You’re right sweetie.’

Ursa laid down the rabbits then took a step back. There was a flash of light as Ursa shifted into her full dragon form. Ursa stretched her limps then let out a mighty roar. Azula squealed and jumped around excitedly.

‘Mama’s so cool!!!’

Ursa laughed as she scooped up the rabbits with her mouth and lowered her head to the ground. Azula giddily hopped on. Ursa chuckled again at her tiny daughter.

Something suddenly felt off; like they were being watched. Ursa glanced around but she didn’t see or smelled anything alarming. There it was again. Whatever it was set off her instincts, urging her to flee. Ursa’s never felt something like that before in dragon form. Not even the dragon hunters set off such alarms.

‘Let’s go! We gotta show Daddy and Zuzu!’

Azula’s voice snapped Ursa out her thoughts. She was just being paranoid. Ursa rose to her feet then spread her wings.

‘Hold on sweetie!’

Ursa rose into the sky as Azula squealed even louder. Ursa was thrilled to be in sky and sunlight again after so long. But most of all, she was glad to be away from… whatever that was.

~*~

“See Zuko, if the hunter could learn to respect and love dragons, anyone could once they learned the truth.”

“Really?”

“I did.”

Zuko’s eyes widened with realization as Ozai smiled at him. Just then, a shadow fell over them before a massive red dragon landed in the clearing. Both Ozai and Zuko gasped.

“Ursa?!”

“Mama!”

She lowered her head as they ran up to her and gestured for them to climb on.

“Are you sure about this?” Ozai asked while helping Zuko up.

Ursa blinked slowly.

“Alright.” Ozai climbed on behind his children. Even he couldn't hide the excitement. It's been years since they've flown together. “Don’t show off any of your crazy fli-“

Ursa took off before Ozai could finish. She flew just above the tree line at a steady pace while staying under the shadow of the mountain. It was incredible to fly again, no matter how limited. Her family’s cheers echoed her sentiment.

“I LOVE BEING A DRAGON!!!” Zuko yelled.

Ozai spread his arms. “DRAGONS ARE AMAZING!”

Azula threw her head back and roared.

Ursa’s eyes became watery again. Despite all the hardships, this one moment made it all worth it. Dragons won’t go extinct after all. They will survive and be free starting with her beloved family. That alone was far more than she could ever wish for.

~*~

I’m not the one to spread gossip in our peaceful little town of Arrowwood but this cannot be ignored. Just this past week, a new family moved in. They did not take up resident in town but up in the untamed mountain. That place has been abandoned for decades. If that wasn’t suspicious enough, the wife was covered from head to toe in morning attire, children wild and rampant, and husband snapping at anyone who drew close to them.

Alarming behavior indeed!

What's more, while I was filming the black tailed goose migration for bird club, I caught a mysterious light flash from the mountain followed by a terrible scream. It sounded animalistic and raw, almost like an evil spirit! I’ll insert the recording here.

Something unnatural is going on up in that mountain. The new Fire Nation family (the man looked very Fire Nation at least) certainly has something to do with it!

My apologies for the tangent dear readers. I know you came for bird facts, but I simply had to get this off my chest! Spirits forbid, but if this blog ever goes silent, you’ll know who to question first!

Azulon zoomed in on the video. He’d recognize that flash of light anywhere. A scowl grew on his face.

“So that’s were you’re hiding.”

Chapter Text

“Welcome to Arrowwood. More like Dulls-wood, Earth Kingdom capital of boring.” Sokka said dryly.

“Sokka, this could be fun.” Kya said.

“I don’t see how. There’s nothing out here! Just trees and old people.”

“Sokka.” Hakoda chided.

“Why couldn’t you guys open a clinic back home?” Katara asked.

“We’ve been over this, seal pup. There are more opportunities in the Earth Kingdom. We’ll visit the South soon.” Kya promised.

“Until then, let’s make the most of Arrowwood, okay?”

Both siblings crossed their arms and huffed. How could they possibly make the most of things in a small rundown town in the middle of nowhere? The nearest school was half an hour away which meant no one their age for miles.

The family soon arrived at their new home. A quaint two-story building with living quarters on top and the clinic down below. After helping their parents move in the lighter boxes, Hakoda handed each of them some copper pieces.

“How about you two go get some ice cream from that shop we passed?”

The siblings perked up at this. At least some good will come from this terrible endeavor.

“Watch after each other and be back before dark.” Kya waved.

“And have fun!” Hakoda added.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kya asked when the children were out of ear range.

“They’ll be fine. Like Sokka said, nothing but trees and old people here.” Hakoda noticed a pair of older women walking towards them. “Speaking of which.”

Kya swatted him then smiled at the ladies.

“Good afternoon.”

“So you’re the new family moving in?”

“Yep that’s us.” Hakoda said.

“I'm Kya Imiq and this is my husband Hakoda. Nice to meet you.” Kya smiled.

“You two seem normal enough.”

Hakoda and Kya side eyed each other. “Excuse me?”

“Pardon my friend Daiyu here. You all seem like lovely foreigners, even for Pole Tribals.”

“Excuse me?” Kya said heatedly.

Hakoda placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her back. The woman continued unfazed.

“It’s just the last family that moved in- “

“Xiao, there he is!” Daiyu pointed across the street to a Fire Nation man carrying some bags. “My, he’s early.”

“Who’s that?” Hakoda asked.

“Mr. Hong. He comes down from the mountain every so often to do odd jobs and buy groceries.”

Kya raised a brow. “But the realtor said no one lives up there because of the animals.”

“Not animals! Beasts! His beasts!” Daiyu exclaimed. “Got some sort of cult going on up there!”

“I was here when he and his family came to town for the first time. Wife was covered from head to toe in thick mourning veils and those children of his were absolutely feral!”

“Kids can get a little too excited sometimes.” Hakoda tried to soothe over.

“No you don’t get it. They were growling and hissing! I swear to the spirits I saw that little boy climb up the side of a wall!”

“Demons! Or half-blood demons at least. I bet the woman is the real demon which is why she was fully veiled in the middle of summer!”

“Stay clear of them Mr. Imiq. That Hong guy will ask for work. Refuse him!”

With that, the ladies took their leave. Kya tsked.

“Can you believe them? It’s because he’s not Earth Kingdom, isn’t it? The nerve!”

“Poor guy just minding his own business.” Hakoda agreed.

The couple returned to setting up the clinic. Hopefully the pair of ladies were outliers and did not represent the entire town’s mentality. If so, then Arrowwood was not as peaceful and quaint as thought.

~*~

The good thing about small towns was the homemade food, especially ice cream. The shop rivaled Habor City’s famous akutuq with its sweet berry flavor and fluffy cream. The owner even let the siblings sample each flavor then gave them two scoops for the price of one.

Ok, maybe Arrowwood wasn’t so bad. At least Sweet Tooth ice cream parlor certainly wasn’t!

“It’s my pleasure!” the owner smiled. “Oh it’s been so long since we’ve had children in this little town.”

“There’s really no one else here?” Katara asked disappointedly.

“Not for half an hour.”

Both of the siblings sighed.

“Oh don’t look so glum kiddos. Here have some toppings.” He sat a tub of sprinkles onto the counter which they immediately dug into. “There’s still a lot of exploring for you to do. The shore’s a good hike away and the forest is lovely at this time of year. Just stay clear of the mountains.”

“Because of the wild animals?” Katara asked.

“We can handle a little wilderness.” Sokka waved off.

“No. Not that.” The owner looked around nervously then leaned in. “The mountain demons.”

“Mountain demons?!” Both siblings exclaimed.

The owner shushed them. “About five years back this strange Fire Nation family came to town. The woman’s occult and children absolutely feral. They should be about your age now. The man, Mr. Hong, still comes to town sometimes but he’s so quiet and off-standish. They all live up in the mountain where mysterious things happen.”

“Like what?” Sokka asked suspiciously.

“Unexplained flashes of light. Terrible screams. And most recently, out of town hikers have been going missing.”

“That’s terrible!” Katara gasped.

“Did you call the police?” Sokka asked.

“Of course! But no investigation has been done.” The owner sighed then handed them napkins. “Take care now, kiddos.”

The siblings thanked him and left the store. Someone passed them on the sidewalk. Katara caught a glimpse of his face hidden under the bamboo hat. There was no mistaking the honey-browned eyes and jet-black hair. Katara nudged her brother, causing him to almost drop his ice cream cone.

“Hey watch it!”

“Sokka it’s him!” She pointed at the man. “It’s Mr. Hong!”

“La drown, you’re right!”

The man tsked, having heard the children talk not so quietly about him.

“Ya think he heard us?” Sokka whispered.

Katara shrugged. Much to Sokka’s horror, Katara ran up to the man and blocked his path.

“Hello! My name’s Katara and that’s my brother Sokka.” She pointed to a flustered Sokka. “We just moved here from the South Pole.”

“Hello.” The man greeted somewhat awkwardly.

“Are you Mr. Hong?”

He bristled. “I see they already told you.”

“Yep! Have you tried the ice cream? It’s really good!”

“Katara!” Sokka grabbed her hand. “C’mon. Mom said we gotta get back before it gets dark.”

“But-“

“Let’s go!”

Sokka gave Mr. Hong an uneasy look before dragging his sister off.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Hong!” Katara called back.

The man dipped his head then continued on his way. Katara yanked her arm free and glared at her brother.

“What was that for?!”

“You can’t just walk up to strangers and start chatting!”

Katara huffed. “He wasn’t going to do anything.”

“You don’t know that. The ice cream guy-“

“Was spreading rumors. You know what Gran-Gran said about rumors.”

Sokka rolled his eyes but relented. The two returned home in silence, thinking about the past events and the mysterious Hong family. One thing was for sure. They were going to get to the bottom of it.

~*~

That evening, Hakoda and Kya left the children home alone to fill out paper work at the realtor’s office. It wasn’t far so they felt comfortable leaving Sokka and Katara alone for the brief period. Dark storm clouds rolled in, causing a downpour on the way back.

“Hakoda look.” Kya pointed out the window. “It’s him.”

Hakoda squinted. Sure enough, on the side of the road was the infamous Mr. Hong working on his bike in the pouring rain. Hakoda stopped the truck.

“Need a lift?”

Mr. Hong seemed confused for a brief second. “Uh, no thank you. I won’t be long.”

He pushed down on the pedal then growled when it still didn’t move. Hakoda and Kya exchanged glances. That was no normal growl of frustration. It was more… guttural.

“Mind if I took a look?”

Mr. Hong huffed as he brushed back his wet hair. “By all means.”

Hakoda got out the car and inspected the bike. He let out a low whistle.

“Chain’s jammed. Gonna need some W240. Lucky for you, I never leave the house without some.”

Hakoda pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. “Tah-dah!”

Mr. Hong gave him a weird look. Hakoda paid no mind as he greased down the chain.

“There. Try it out.”

Ozai tested the pedal. The chain ran perfectly.

“It works! Thank you.”

“No problem. I’m Hakoda and in the car is my wife Kya. We just moved into town.”

He extended his hand. Mr. Hong accepted.

“Mr. Hong. Though I’m sure you heard already.”

Hakoda waved him off. “Every town has tall tale. Feel free to stop by Healing Hands clinic anytime. We could really use the help setting up. We’ll pay for labor of course.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Ozai said while getting on the bike.

“Are you sure you don’t want that lift? It’s really no problem.”

“I’m sure. But um… thanks.”

Hakoda nodded then returned to the car.

“Well?” Kya asked.

“You were right. They’re just rumors. My instincts say he’s a good man.”

Kya chuckled. “You and your instincts.”

Hakoda shrugged. “They haven’t steered me wrong yet.”

~*~

The temple had long since cleared out; pyre gone cold and still. Yet Iroh couldn’t find it in him to move. What was the point anymore?

Someone sat beside him.

“I thought you said you couldn’t risk corrupting your scent.” Iroh said bitterly without glancing at him.

“I calculated the risk. It won’t set me back too far.”

Iroh didn’t respond.

“I’m… truly sorry, son. Hinata and Lu Ten were good people. There’s never enough hours in the day with ones you love.”

Iroh wanted to be angry with his father but couldn’t find the strength or willpower to.

“When do you return to the Earth Kingdom?”

“This afternoon.”

Iroh tightened his hands into fists. He had no real desire to return to the hunt. He just knew he didn’t want to go back to an empty quiet house.

“I’m coming with you.”

Chapter Text

It was late when Ozai arrived home, cold and soaked. He wanted nothing more than to soak in a nice hot bath then go straight to bed. Ozai knew it was wishful thinking, especially since Ursa’s been feeling nauseated as of late. She'll need help with the evening duties.

Right on cue, two very excited dragon pups rushed out the front door and pounced him. Ozai fell to the ground as his pups climbed on top of him purring and chirping loudly.

“I missed you too.” Ozai laughed goodheartedly.

A sharp trill came from the cabin.

“What I tell you two about playing in the rain?! Inside! Now!”

The dragon pups gave Ozai big moon eyes and whimpered.

“You heard Mama. I’ll be inside soon.”

Defeated, Zuko and Azula sulked back to the cabin, heads down and tails between legs for the inevitable scolding and bath. Ozai stood and cracked his sore back. His little ones weren’t so little anymore, especially in dragon form. They didn’t seem to realize though and Ozai didn’t have the heart to tell them pouncing days were over. However, his back will surely disagree in the morning.

After storing the bike and supplies in the shed, Ozai headed inside to put away the rest of the items. Ursa was in the main room licking the squirming dragon pups clean from the mud.

‘We’re clean! We’re clean! You can stop!!!’

‘Mama you’re messing up my mane!!!’

Ozai chuckled at the sight. “I think you got them, Firelily.”

Ursa blew an annoyed puff of smoke and continued cleaning, much to the siblings' dismay.

"Sorry pups, I tried." Ozai shrugged. "You know how your mother gets."

Ursa tossed him another glare before her eyes lit up. Ozai knew what that look meant. Before he could make a run for it, Ursa began licking him.

“Ursa!" Ozai gagged. "Ok I'm sorry!"

The dragon pups used the distraction to wiggle from under their mother’s paw and scurry away. Ursa flared her nostrils at Ozai.

“That is all on you, my dearest.” He said while using his sleeve to wipe his face dry.

Ursa rolled her eyes then shifted into human form. “That’s fine because you’re on teeth brushing duty tonight.”

“My favorite.” Ozai said sarcastically.

“Only the best for you, honey.” Ursa teased before they shared a kiss.

The two went to the kitchen and finished putting away the groceries while talking about their day.

“You were gone a lot longer than usual.” Ursa said while prepping evening tea. “Did you find more jobs?”

“Since the clocktower is finished and hikers stopped passing through, there isn’t much left to do. The rickshaw broke on the way up here, so I was working on that for at least an hour.”

Ursa sucked her teeth and handed him a steaming cup. “That’s awful.”

Ozai took a sip, letting the heat warm him from the inside. “It wasn’t a complete waste. A new family moved in.”

“I thought I picked up a new scent on you. Someone actually moved to Arrowwood?”

“Right? They didn’t seem phased by the rumors about us though. The little girl walked right up to me and started talking my ear off.” Ozai chuckled some at the memory. “And the man helped me fix the rickshaw chain. They even offered me work at their clinic.”

Ursa hummed. “That was… nice.”

“They’re Water Tribe.” Ozai said, sensing the hesitancy in Ursa’s voice. “The Phoenix Clan hates the Tribes and never have anything to do with them. They wouldn't use them as scouts.”

“I thought they valued humans above all else.”

“Not all humans. They believed the Water Tribe people are not ‘pure’ enough.”

"What does pure enough mean?"

"I... don't know. I always took Father's word at face value, I never thought to ask." Ozai sighed and took another sip of tea. “It’s almost fishing season. Quian’s going need his boat patched up again. We have enough money to hold out until then.”

Ursa shook her head. “We’re going to need more for supplies.”

“We have enough here. I checked yesterday.”

“Enough for the four of us.” Ursa placed a hand on her stomach. “Not... all of us.”

Ozai placed his mug down. “You’re kidding.”

Ursa gave him a watery smile. “Surprise!”

“Great Agni.” Ozai picked her up and spun her around. “This is incredible! Another little dragon pup!”

Ursa shushed him while laughing. “Zuko and Azula don't know yet! I wanted us to tell them together.”

"Of course." Ozai placed her down then laid his hand against her stomach. “How far along?”

“About three months." A few tears escaped her eyes. "This time it’s going to be good. No hiding or bouncing from motel to motel or… It’s going to be good.”

Ozai’s own eyes became misty as he thought about their previous life of being homeless. Both pregnancies were rough and they barely found shelter in time for the births. They couldn’t risk going to the hospital least the baby came out in dragon form or with obvious dragon features. Those were hard uncertain times, but the joy of their children’ arrival outshined it all.

“It will be much better this time.” Ozai kissed her forehead. “I promise.”

~*~

Sokka had the worse luck imaginable although he steadily refused to admit it. Though moving to the world’s most boring town at the beginning of summer break made him close to giving into the idea of the universe conspiring against him.

There was nothing to do besides wander aimlessly around town or watch his parents set up the clinic and woodshop. Sokka thrummed his fingers across the table in a vain attempt to prolong the inevitable. He swore he was going to die of absolute boredom.

“Sokka stop fidgeting and finish your breakfast.” Kya scolded.

“But I’m already done.” He whined.

“Good. Now you can help me with the dishes.”

“Wait, actually I think there is still some here.” Sokka scrapped the plate.

Hakoda raised an eyebrow at him. "Sokka-"

“It’s Katara’s turn anyway!”

“No it’s not!” Katara said through a mouthful of pancakes. “Besides, I’m still eating.”

“Not my fault you’re a slow eater!”

“Go help your mother.” Hakoda said firmly.

He groaned then begrudgingly joined Kya at the sink. Maybe he really did have bad luck.

“Alright mopey pants. I’ll wash you dry.”

“Fine…”

Kya flicked some soap suds at him then pretended to mind her own business. Sokka’s mouth fell open when she threw him a side smirk.

“Oh it’s on!”

A knock sounded at the door.

“Who could that be this early on a Sunday?” Hakoda wondered out loud.

He rose to answer the door with Katara following close behind, equally curious. Before them was a tall Fire Nation man wearing a bamboo hat covering most of his face. Hakoda recognized him immediately.

“Mr. Hong! You made it.”

“I don’t mean to intrude, but I’m interested in taking up work at your clinic." Ozai removed his hat. "Is now a good time?”

“Of course! Come in. Come in.” Hakoda ushered him inside then rested a hand on Katara’s head. “This is my daughter Katara.”

“Hi! Remember me? We talked outside the ice cream shop yesterday!”

“Yes I remember.”

“Did ya try the ice cream yet?”

“Not yet. It’s not a very healthy breakfast food.”

“You don’t have to eat healthy all the time.” Katara huffed.

Ozai chuckled. “You sound just like my daughter.”

Katara perked up. "There really are other kids up in the mountains?! Can they come over to play?"

Ozai glanced away nervously. "Uh-"

“Here we are.” Hakoda gestured to the kitchen. “You’ve met Kya.”

“Oh Mr. Hong!” Kya dried her hands with a dish towel as a soap covered Sokka peaked around her. “I'm glad you made it alright.”

“And this is my son, Sokka.”

“Uh, hi?” He covered his mouth and whispered shouted to Kya. "What he's doing here?!"

"Be nice." Kya hissed as she gave the towel to Sokka. “Have a seat, Mr. Hong. Would you like some breakfast?”

“Just some tea please. I already ate.”

"Yeah the missing hikers." Sokka muttered as he hastily dried himself down. He caught of glimpse of Katara running down the hall to her room. That’s weird. She always so nosy around new people (and in general). Sokka tossed aside the towel and tried to follow her, but Kya told him to finish the dishes. Sokka sucked his teeth but obeyed.

So unfair.

“You must have been guzzling tea on the way down here to look so bright this morning.” Hakoda said.

“I’m just a morning person.”

“Please, no one is that happy in the mornings. Not even you strange morning people breed.”

“Hakoda.” Kya scolded playfully while handing Ozai some tea. “Don’t mind him. Being a comedian is his passion job.”

“Which is why I’m so good at it.”

Ozai thanked her for the tea. It’s true that he had not stopped smiling since last night.

“The truth is, I’ve recently learned my mate is expecting.”

“Oh that’s wonderful!” Kya smiled.

Hakoda clasped his shoulder. “Congratulations!”

Sokka rolled his eyes as he finished the last dish. Adults always got excited over stinky babies. He didn’t see what the big deal was. Unless Mr. Hong made that story up to lower his parents' guard. Why else would he come? Maybe he wanted to recruit them to his cult. Maybe he really does want to eat them! Or suck out their energy! That's why people have been going missing and no one moves to this town anymore!!!

Ozai hummed lowly. It sounded strange. Off. Sokka gave him a confused look. One glance at his parents told him they were thinking the same thing.

“Well, let’s get to it.” Hakoda stood. “The shed out back still needs a ton of work before we can even think about turning it into a woodshop.”

After the men left out the back door, Sokka turned to his mother.

“What was that?!”

“What?”

“Mom, that man just purred! Like snow cat!” His eyes narrowed. “Or a demon.”

“Sokka! Be respectful! Don’t listen to those baseless rumors.”

“But rumors are based on truth!"

"Everyone's different in their own way. We shouldn't judge others because of that."

"Yeah but-"

Just then, Katara came sprinting through the kitchen with a backpack and headed for the door.

“Seal pup, where are you going?” Kya asked.

“ 'Round town. Can I?”

“Of course sweetie. Sokka go with her.”

“Aw Mom.”

“Go on cub.” Kya pressed some copper pieces in his hand for the ice cream shop. "No more rumors, okay? Go have fun and stay out of trouble."

Sokka groaned.

He really did have bad luck.

~*~

Katara adjusted the backpack's straps. She was upset Mom made Sokka come along. There was no way he'd understand what she was planning to do.

“I’m gonna take a walk in the forest.” Katara tucked a strand of hair behind her ear then looked around nervously. “See you later.”

Sokka narrowed his eyes. “Yeah right. What are you really up to?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t nothing me. Spill it or I’m telling Dad and Mom.”

"See if I care, you big stupid snitch!"

"Fine." Sokka took in a deep breath. "DAD-"

“Shut up!” Katara covered his mouth. "I'm going up the mountains okay."

She then jerked her hand back, disgusted. “Did you just lick my hand?!”

"Ack!" Sokka wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "When was the last time you washed your hands?"

"You're the gross one!" Katara wiped her hand on Sokka's shoulder. "And annoying!"

Sokka shoved her off. "Nuh-Uh!"

Katara stuck her tongue out at him then marched away.

"You're not seriously going to the mountains, are you?"

"Leave me alone!"

“Are you insane?! Why in Tui’s sky do you want to go up there?!”

“Mr. Hong mentioned he has a daughter. Which means the rumors are true! There are kids our age up there!”

Sokka blocked her path. “They said demons not kids. Demons!”

“Does Mr. Hong look like a demon to you?!”

“What about the missing hikers?”

“Hikers go missing all the time.” She waved off.

“Katara!”

“I don’t wanna wait till school to make new friends. Besides, those kids are probably lonely and sad up there with everyone being mean to them. They could use a new friend too.” She turned her back on him. “Look, I don’t care if you tell Mom and Dad. I’m going and there's nothing you can do to stop me.”

Sokka sighed deeply. “Wait. I’m coming too.”

“Really?!” Katara beamed. She was kind of nervous about making the trip alone, though she'd rather die than admit that especially to her annoying big brother. Katara gave him a tight hug. “Thanks Sokka!”

“Yeah well someone gotta make sure you don’t get killed in the mountains.” Sokka patted his sister’s head. "Besides, I gotta find out what this cult is really about and solve this mystery.

"It's not a cult!"

"You don't know that."

"Whatever." Katara huffed. "Now it's time for the real adventure to begin!"

Chapter Text

“We have an announcement to make!” Ursa said brightly during breakfast.

“Are we finally getting a pet duck?” Zuko asked.

‘Ducks aren’t pets, dum-dum.’ Azula hissed. ‘They’re supper.’

Zuko bared his teeth at his sister who returned the same. Ozai whistled sharply.

“Your mother is speaking. Listen.”

“Thank you, honey.” Ursa kissed him, causing the dragon pups to gag. “No we’re not getting a duck but something even better. A new sibling!”

“We’re having a baby!”

The dragon pups stared at their excited parents blankly.

“Now?” Zuko asked.

“Well not right this second!” Ursa said quickly. “In about a year or so.”

“But you two are going to become big siblings soon. Isn’t that exciting?” Ozai asked.

“Oh we should start thinking about names!”

Zuko and Azula side-eyed each other then silently crept away as their parents gushed over the new baby. They curled up on the back porch as the sun peaked over the horizon.

‘A new sibling…’ Zuko whimpered.

‘I prefer the duck.’

‘I mean, at least Mama and Daddy are happy. Right?’

Azula flared her nostrils. She didn't know why she was suddenly so angry. ‘They’ll get over it.’

‘…You think?’

‘They better.’

The door slid open. “Well, since you two are clearly done with breakfast, you can get started on your morning chores.”

The dragon pups protested on the early start, but Ursa wasn’t having it. Azula gathered firewood while Zuko tended to the few animals they had. Gathering firewood was a lot harder, but Azula didn’t mind. The animals liked Zuko better and were too scared of her anyway. She only lightly pounced one hen and suddenly she was the bad guy.

Whatever.

While dumping the wood into the container, Azula saw Ozai prepping the rickshaw bike. Azula shifted into dragon form then rubbed his leg.

“Hi, blueberry.” Ozai rubbed her head.

Azula let out a curious chirp as she glanced at the bike.

“Yes, I’m going back to town today. We’re going to need more money for the new baby.”

Azula snorted, annoyed.

“Oh come now. You’re going to be a great big sister.” Ozai said encouragingly. “Can’t let Zuko have all the credit, right.”

Azula supposed so. She still didn’t like the idea, especially if it meant Daddy was going to spend more time in that stupid human town.

Ozai kissed her head. “Be good and listen to Mama. I’ll be back this evening.”

Azula gave him a goodbye lick then returned to her chores. Despite the early start, the morning flew by. Azula’s thoughts were consumed by the new baby and everything that was changing because of them. She didn’t like it one bit. What did they need another dragon pup for anyway?

“Mama’s still not feeling well.” Zuko informed her while weeding the garden. He had gone to check on her a few moments earlier after she told them she was laying down a few hours ago. “She said the baby’s making her sick.”

‘Stupid baby.’ Azula huffed.

She then lifted her head and sniffed the air. Azula gasped. She glanced at her brother who also looked alarmed. There was no mistaken the faint scent wafering from the forest.

Human.

‘I’m getting Mama.’

Zuko started for the cabin when Azula stopped him.

‘No. Mama’s sick.’

‘But-‘

‘It’s up to us to protect her!’

Zuko’s eye widened.

‘We’re big and strong now. We can do it!’

He nodded. Mama had protected him all of his life. It was time he returned the favor. ‘You’re right. Let’s go!’

The siblings shifted into dragon form and raced into the forest ready to defend their home and family.

~*~

“Are you sure we’re heading the right way? Feels like we’ve been walking in circles for hours!”

Sokka shushed his sister as he inspected the ground.

“Just as I thought. Tracks.”

“Mr. Hong’s bike tracks?!”

“No deer tracks.”

“Sokka we’re supposed to be looking for Mr. Hong’s kids! Not hunting!”

“I’m doing that!” Sokka yelled. “Mr. Hong didn’t buy any meat yesterday, which means he lives off the land. And if his wife really is pregnant, then they’re going to need more meat than usual. What’s the biggest land prey animal here? Deer! So we find the deer’s main location then figure out its nearest waterhole. Deer only stay about 5.6 miles from water. Or was it 6.5? Anyway, we then set up a perimeter and use reverse psychology to figure out all the most recent spots the deer had been. Then- “

Katara huffed and walked away. The cabin had to be close by since the road wasn’t too far away. Katara pulled out her binoculars and looked around. She didn’t see anything but trees. The hair on her neck suddenly stood up.

“Sokka?”

Katara turned around but didn’t see her brother.

“Sokka!” Her heart sped up. “Where are you?!”

Something brushed her back, making Katara jump.

“Who’s there?!”

The forest went dead quiet, save for Katara’s heartbeat. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Maybe the townspeople were right about there being demons. What did she get herself into? Katara pulled out one of Hakoda's hunting knifes from her belt and spat on it. Gran-Gran once told her it was a way to ward off evil spirits. She then waved the knife around.

“I-I’m not afraid of you! Show yourself!”

The ground began to tremble. Katara screamed and ran blindly deeper into the forest.

“Sokka! Sokka!”

The thing grew closer until it was right behind her. Katara dare not turn around. Her backpack was ripped off causing her to fall. Katara threw the knife in the general direction then ran away. There was a terrible hissing sound and the trembling stopped. Katara didn’t stop running for at least 10 more minutes. She leaned against a tree when she couldn't go another step and tried to catch her breath.

Oh spirits, there really were demons out here! Katara had to find Sokka and get away now!

Katara froze.

From the bushes, she saw a pair of golden silted eyes staring right at her.

~*~

There were two different, yet similar scents. Zuko and Azula spilt up to hunt down both of them at the same time.

Zuko was beyond nervous. He’d only mustered enough courage to venture into the forest a couple of times. And that was only when Mama was with him giving hunting lessons. The forest was a lot livelier than he remembered.

Suddenly, he heard a scream. Every single instinct suddenly yelled at Zuko to flee but not because of the scream. It was something different. Primal. Zuko knew he should run, but he had to protect Mama, so he pressed forward.

Soon, the thing disappeared and the human scent grew stronger. Zuko had an easier time tracking it. He peered through some bushes and saw a human girl leaning against a tree. Zuko’s heart leapt. He’d never seen a human with features like that before. Skin the color of rich earth and eyes like a cloudless sky.

But she was still obviously human. And humans hated dragons.

It started to become harder to breathe.

No. He can do this. He wasn’t a scared little pup anymore.

Zuko jump out of the bushes and let out a mighty roar. The girl gasped.

“A dragon!”

Zuko bared his teeth. He did feel guilty as the girl’s big blue eyes became glassy but it was for the best. No humans meant he and his family was safe.

“Y-You’re alive...”

Zuko straighten up, surprised.

“Oh thank Tui and La! We thought you were all wiped out!” She wiped her eyes. “I’m so glad!”

Zuko tilted his head. Surely this was a trick! He stomped his forelegs, knocking the girl to the ground. The girl backed up some.

“A-Are you mad I’m on your mountain horde?”

Zuko nodded then blew smoke out of his nose.

“I-I’m sorry. I just heard these rumors in town about some kids up here and I wanted to meet them. It’s so lonely and boring in town.”

Zuko’s eyes widened. Was she talking about him and Azula?

“But then I lost my brother and this demon attacked! But it ran away. Thank you for watching over me.”

The dragon grew even more confused.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you, blessed dragon. I-I’ll leave now.”

Zuko sadly watched her go. Besides Daddy, he’s never met another human who actually liked dragons. Daddy said it was possible. Could this girl be one of them? Without thinking, Zuko shifted back into human form and called out.

“Wait!”

She whirled around and gasped again.

“Oh! Hello, there. I’m Katara.” She drew closer. “What’s your name?”

Zuko’s throat suddenly went dry.

“Z-Z…” He shifted his gaze to the ground. He didn’t know why he was so scared.

“I didn’t catch that.”

“It’s Zuko.”

“Zuko?”

He nodded then muttered something under his breath.

“What? Could you talk louder-”

“WHY AREN’T YOU SCARED OF DRAGONS?!”

Katara flinched at his yelling, making Zuko feel worse. He really was a monster.

“Why should I be?”

Zuko was caught off guard once again.

“B-Because humans hate us- them! They think dragons are m-monsters…”

“That’s not true. Dragons are heroes! Only stupid people hate dragons.”

Zuko finally looked at her; eyes wide and glassy.

“Dragons protect their homes and people.” Katara continued. “The South Pole used to be teaming with them. Gran-Gran said our people lived in harmony with the water dragons and they protected us from evil ocean spirits. We honored them as heroes!”

“H-Heroes…?”

Katara nodded. “A hundred years ago, they protected the Southern Water Tribe from being invaded by the Fire Nation. A lot didn’t survive though. The rest were hunted down by this clan.”

“Did… did they have a… silver phoenix sign?”

“Gran-Gran said it was a black sea raven.”

Zuko swallowed.

“Were you hunted too? Is that why you hide up here?”

Zuko nodded before he caught himself.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine…”

“No it’s not! Dragon or not you’re still a person!”

“I’m not a dr-“

Zuko blanched. His horns. They didn’t retract anymore.

She knew.

“I don’t care what other people think! Dragons are amazing and that’s that!”

Something wet ran down Zuko’s face. He quickly brushed it away but not before Katara saw.

“You okay?”

“Y-Yeah. Just something in my eye.”

Katara stood on her toes and looked him right in the eyes, causing Zuko to flush.

“I don’t see anything, but your eyes are so pretty! I’ve never seen them so golden before.”

Somehow, Zuko turned even redder. “T-Thanks…”

“Wanna make flower crowns?”

“Flower crowns?”

“It’s really fun! I’ll teach you.”

Katara grabbed his hand without hesitation, making Zuko’s stomach flutter.

“Oh, I should look for my brother first.”

“I-I can help with that.”

“Really?!”

Zuko nodded. He sniffed the air some before picking up the scent and Azula’s.

“It’s this way. I’ll have to transform to get us there fast. Um, promise you won’t tell anyone?”

Katara held up her pinkie. “I pinkie promise.”

Zuko stared at it for a moment before linking pinkies.

“Now our promise is bound by the universe. May Tui rain stars upon our heads if we ever dare break it.” Katara said seriously.

“O-Okay.”

He backed up and transformed. Katara gasped.

“So that’s what those lights were.”

Zuko nodded then rested his stomach on the ground and motion Katara to climb on.

“This is so cool!”

Zuko’s eyes watered again. Daddy was right. There were good humans like him out there. He had to show Azula!

‘Hold on!’

~*~

Azula was somewhat impressed.

The human’s explanation of using the deer to track them made perfect sense. She made a mental note to mark the area around the river so the deer would drink somewhere else. But for now, she had to get rid of this pest. Azula stalked the boy as he wandered about calling for his sister and waited for the perfect time to strike. Soon, her patience was rewarded.

Azula pounced from behind but he dodged at the last second. How?! That pounce was perfect! The human scrambled back while brandishing a stick. Azula clawed the ground then let out a mighty roar. His mouth fell open.

“A dragon?!”

‘That’s right human.’ Azula snarled. ‘Leave and never come back!’

“That’s it. I’ve gone crazy. Water dragons are extinct!!!”

‘Does this look like water to you?!’

Azula threw her head back and breathe fire. A nearby tree caught flame. Azula growled one of the naughty words she overheard from Daddy. Acting quickly, she knocked down the tree and tried to put out the fire with her tail. The flames spread faster.

“Burry it!” The human yelled as he started shoveling dirt onto the burning branches.

Azula followed in suite. Soon, they smothered the fire. Both let out a relieved sigh.

“That was close.”

Azula chirped in agreement.

“So uh, I’m gonna get going now. Bye.”

The human walked away awkwardly before breaking off into a run. Azula hissed and chased after him. That idiot was going the wrong direction! The road was the opposite way!

“I’m leaving! I wasn’t attacking your horde I swear!!!”

A root caught his foot, causing him to fall hard. Azula winced at his sharp cry.

“My leg!”

Great. Now she was going to have to carry him out of the forest. Stupid useless human.

“S-Stay back.” He brandished the stick again.

‘You really think that’s gonna do anything?’

Azula swiped the stick in half with her claws. The human screamed and shielded his head when she raised her claws again. Azula huffed then broke the root tangling his leg.

The human gasped. “You freed me…”

Azula nodded then used her snout to help him up.

“I don’t believe it. Gran-Gran was right. Dragons are-“

The human yelped as Azula bit his shirt and threw him onto her back. She then headed towards the road that led to town.

“Okay. This is happening now.”

Azula snorted.

“Wait, I gotta find-“

Azula stopped short causing Sokka to almost fall off.

“A bit of a warning would be nice!”

A red dragon roughly the same size emerged from the foliage. Sokka gasped when he saw his sister riding on top.

“Katara?!”

“Sokka! Cool you found one too!”

‘Lala!’

‘Good you found the other human. Let’s take them to the road and throw them over the railing.’

‘Lala no! These are good humans!’

‘No such thing. Humans hate us. You said so yourself.’

‘Not all humans. They’re like Daddy.’

Azula narrowed her eyes. ‘Prove it.’

Zuko lowered himself to the ground and let Katara slide off. He then shifted back to human form. Sokka’s jaw dropped again.

“Katara, this is my sister Azula.”

“Wow. A water dragon!”

Azula flared her nostrils. Why does everyone keep saying that?!

“Uh I don’t think it likes being called that.” Sokka said awkwardly.

‘That’s because I’m a fire dragon, stupid!’

She shook Sokka off her back. Sokka landed with a heavy oof.

“Ungrateful lizard.” He muttered.

“Could you tell her what you told me?” Zuko asked Katara earnestly. “About dragons being heroes?”

‘Heroes?’

“Of course!” Katara hopped onto a tree stump. “Everyone gather round.”

Much to Sokka’s chagrin, he was sandwiched between the dragon siblings. Why would they so close?! Were all dragons this touchy? There was no escaping now. Sokka sighed and cursed his luck again.

“Listen up. Now I shall regal to you the legendary Tales of the Water Dragons, Protectors of the Southern Seas!”

Chapter Text

Ursa rose just after midday with a slight headache. Thankfully, most of the morning sickness seemed to have passed. There was still much that needed to be done. Ursa used her dragon flame to heat up the tea Zuko left for her then sipped on it while heading to the kitchen. No doubt her dragon pups will come barreling in soon looking for a meal. Her stomach fluttered slightly.

“Are you hungry too, sweetie?” Ursa smiled and rubbed it. “We can go ahead and eat then. Just don’t tell your siblings, okay?”

Ursa pulled a fish from the refrigerator and munched on raw it while prepping lunch. They were going to need more fresh meat soon. Thankfully, the forest was teaming with game and it was the beginning of summer, which meant all of her favorites have not migrated yet.

“What perfect timing you have sweetheart.” Ursa hummed. “You’re going to love this place.”

Ursa trilled. ‘Zuko! Azula! Lunch!’

She cleaned her hands with a towel then trilled again. Where could they be? Ursa glanced out the window and saw the garden was only half weeded. She tsked. They ran off into the forest without completing their chores again.

‘Your siblings are in for it.’ Ursa grumbled while marching out the house.

Right when she decided to make honey biscuits as a treat. Well, none for them tonight!

Ursa made it to the edge of the forest and was about the shift to gain more ground when she smelled it. Her chest tightened and mind raced.

Humans.

Here. In her forest!

The scent mixed in with her children’s, furthering Ursa’s anxiety.

“No.” She whispered hoarsely. “Not again. Please Agni!”

Ursa shifted then flew over the forest. After years of peaceful quiet living, they were finally found. Ursa should have known it wouldn’t have lasted. How foolish to think her family would simply be left alone. That was the type of thinking that got her parents killed and entire species wiped out.

The ruby dragon landed then slinked through the trees as she grew closer to the source. Years of living in this forest taught her how to navigate it perfectly despite her large size. Those humans won’t even have a chance to draw their weapons.

Voices drifted through the forest. Children’s voices. Ursa frowned. They sounded much too young to be dragon hunters. Still, she couldn’t be too careful. Ursa drew her claws then peered through the branches, prepared to attack at any given moment. What she saw caught her completely off guard.

“Then the Alpha Water dragon returned with the biggest beluga whale ever hanging from his mouth!” The little girl exclaimed while waving her arms animatedly.

“It was a bowhead whale not a beluga!” The boy corrected. “And it was THIS BIG.”

He stretch his arms and made whale noises causing the dragon pups to laugh.

“The point is, the water dragons saved the whole village from starvation!”

“Wow!” Zuko gushed.

Water dragons? Ursa heard of them, but honestly didn’t know much about her distant kin. Azula turned around and saw Ursa silently watching them. Before she could warn her daughter not to give away her position, Azula chirped.

Zuko stood. “Mama!”

“Mama?!” The human children exclaimed at the same time.

Ursa hissed. There was no going back now. She rose to full size then blew a stream of smoke from her nostrils, scaring the human children. The boy immediately pulled the girl behind him as they both looked up at her in fear and awe. Ursa’s heart twisted. The human children were obviously not a threat, but they could be bait. Or scouts.

‘Pups get behind me.’ Ursa growled. ‘Now.’

‘Mama wait!’ Zuko jumped between them. ‘They’re not here to hunt us!’

‘Yeah.’ Azula agreed. ‘I wanna hear more about water dragons!’

‘I’m not telling you again.’

‘They’re like Daddy! They like dragons!’ Zuko explained. ‘They said in the Southern Water Tribe, dragons and humans are friends!’

Water Tribe? Ursa remembered what Ozai told her yesterday about the dragon hunters viewing those type of humans as inferior. Could this be why?

‘Are you alone?’

Zuko translated for her. The children nodded quickly.

“W-We heard there were kids up here so we came to meet them. Honest.” The girl explained shakily.

Ursa flared her nostrils. Curious humans could be just as dangerous as the hunters.

“We s-should go…” the boy whispered.

“Sokka don’t!” Zuko turned back to Ursa. “Please let them stay!”

Azula whimpered along.

Ursa was about to put her foot down when she noticed the dried blood on the boy’s ankle. Maternal instincts kicked in as she leaned down to check it over.

Sokka swallowed. “N-Nice dragon mama… with very pointy big teeth…”

“It’s okay.” Zuko reassured them. “She’s not gonna hurt you.”

‘What happened here?’ Ursa asked.

‘He tripped on a tree root.’ Azula said. ‘He’s not very graceful.’

Ursa hummed then licked it.

“Ah I’m not a chicken bone!!!”

“Sokka look!” Katara pointed. “She’s cleaning you. Like a giant kitty!”

“Great…” Sokka said through gritted teeth. The stinging did stop and his ankle immediately started feeling better. “Maybe this isn’t so b-“

Ursa licked Sokka’s dirty face causing him to gag.

“It got in my mouth!!!”

Ursa paid no mind and cleaned Katara as well, who was also covered in mud and scrapes. Much to her surprise, the little girl giggled.

“That tickles!”

“I swallowed dragon spit!!!”

Both Zuko and Azula laughed. It was nice to not be on the receiving side of bath time for once. Ursa continued until she was certain the human children were cleaned and sanitized. They were so small and could easily get hurt on the way down the mountain.

Speaking of which.

‘Tell the humans they must leave now.’

“But-“

‘No buts. I won’t repeat myself again.’ Ursa growled.

Zuko jumped onto her snout, forcing her to look at him. ‘Mama you don’t understand. They don’t think dragons are bad. I… I think they actually wanna be friends with us.’

Ursa sighed. ‘That’s wonderful, but we can’t afford the risk.’

‘Please Mama. They won’t tell. We pinkie promised.’

‘Zuko-‘

‘And they’re really hungry!’ Azula added.

“Yeah!” Zuko gave Katara and Sokka a pointed look. “They’re SUPER hungry.”

“Like really really hungry.” Katara said, catching on quickly. It wasn’t a complete lie. All of their snacks were in the bag she lost. “We haven’t had lunch yet and simply don’t have enough strength to make it home.” She sighed dramatically then nudged Sokka.

He panicked for a second but thankfully his stomach answered for him with a loud growl.

“Please Mama?” Zuko pleaded with huge moon eyes. “They’ll starve.”

Azula rubbed her leg while whimpering. Ursa flared her nostrils again. She knew what her pups were doing but at the same time, she couldn’t send the human children home with empty bellies. Ursa nodded, causing the pups to cheer.

‘They leave right after. Understand?’

‘Thank you Mama!’ Zuko kissed her forehead then jumped down before Ursa could set him down gently.

“What did she say?” Katara asked.

Zuko excitedly grabbed her hand. “That you can come have lunch with us!”

“Really?! Thank you Dragon Mama!”

Ursa nodded then lowered her head for them to climb on. Zuko helped Katara up while Sokka lingered back some.

“Uh, what exactly do you eat? Specifically?”

‘The flesh of lost children.’ Azula said, earning pointed glare from Ursa.

“Fish and deer and rabbit and chicken eggs and berries and tea with honey and-“

“Okay okay!” Sokka interrupted as he accepted Zuko’s help up. “What type of fish?”

“Sokka! Dragon Mama is offering us hospitality. Don’t be rude!” Katara chided.

“Hey I like fish too! Just wondering.”

Ursa rose slowly to not jostle her tiny passengers then walked back to the cabin as Azula ran ahead. The human children exclaimed with amazement the same way her pups did when Ursa first gave them a ride. She chuckled before she caught herself. The human children were cute but she had to stay on guard.

They were still human after all.

~*~

Ozai honestly didn’t know what to expect from the Water Tribe family. He now knew his father’s biases were wrong, but he’s never met a Water Tribesperson before. They seldom if ever came to the Fire Nation, and for good reason. Regardless, the Imiq family seemed nice enough. Ozai figured it would be best to go ahead and take the job before the town’s rumors got through to them.

He followed Hakoda out to the shed. The man was right about it being a piece of work. It looked older than the house itself with the roof close to caving in all together. Thankfully, the wood had not rotten so they did not have to completely redo the walls.

Much to Ozai’s surprise, Hakoda stayed and helped him build. Usually people would give him instructions or a brief tour then leave to let him work alone. The worst would pretend to leave but actually watch from a distance. Ozai had lost many of odd jobs calling people out on that.

“Do you have any family in the Earth Kingdom?” Hakoda asked.

“No. It’s just us.”

“Must make visiting relatives a pain.”

“Ursa’s an orphan and I don’t contact my extended family.” Ozai said bluntly.

Hakoda sucked his teeth. “I’m sorry.”

“Think nothing of it. They… aren’t the best people.”

"I get it. My father-in-law isn't 'the best' either. He treated Kya and her mother terribly." Hakoda shook his head. "Sometimes cutting them off is the only option."

"Yes, though sometimes I wish it wasn't." Ozai subconsciously brushed his scar. He cleared his throat then quickly changed the subject. “So what brings you to the Earth Kingdom?”

“You mean besides the stunning hospitality?” Hakoda said sarcastically. He grinned when Ozai snorted. “Not a lot of opportunities in the South especially with all those La Drown oil rigs the Northern Water Tribe keeps putting up. Not to mention the unrest that’s been brewing because of it. Kya and I wanted better for the kids, so we left.”

“Must have been hard.”

“Yes and no. Community is pretty important to our tribe which is why so few of us leave in the first place. But in the long run, I know this is for the best.”

Ozai nodded. “I understand that. It’s the reason why Ursa and I came out here in the first place. It’s not so bad once you get use to the chill.”

“Chill? It’s sweltering and it’s not even noon yet!”

Ozai rolled his eyes. The worked continued as did the easy conversation. Ozai loved his family, but it was nice to have someone else to talk to. Even if Hakoda threw in a terrible joke every so often. The morning went by quickly. Ozai stayed for lunch where Kya joined them then helped her out in the clinic’s main floor by moving the heavier equipment. Before Ozai knew it, dusk was right around the corner.

“Come back anytime.” Hakoda said warmly.

“And please bring Ursa." Kya added. "We’d love to meet her too.”

“Of course.” Ozai smiled before taking his leave.

He felt a little guilty for agreeing to bring Ursa knowing that would probably never happen. But Ozai himself did fully plan on returning to the Imiq household. It was nice to be treated like a normal person instead of a social pariah.

The sky was starting to darken by the time he made it to the cabin. Dread filled Ozai when his dragon pups didn’t rush out to greet him like usual. Instead, Ursa was waiting on the path dressed in her veils. Ozai abandoned the bike and ran up to her.

“What happened?!”

“Humans-“

Ozai swore then angrily marched to the cabin prepared to toss out the intruders by any means necessary. Ursa grabbed his arm.

“Wait! They’re children!”

“Children?! Who would be foolish enough to…” Ozai’s eyes widened. “The Imiq kids!”

“You know them?!”

“They’re part of the Water Tribe family I was working with today.” Ozai tsked. “They told their mother they were just going around town.”

He touched Ursa’s face veil. “Did they…?”

"Not my face, but they did see my full dragon form."

Ozai swore again.

“They said their tribe honors dragons. They way they reacted to me and the pups… Is it true? Is that why the Phoenix Clan hates them?”

“Could be a very real possibility.” Ozai glanced up the path. “Where are they?”

Ursa led him around back towards the field by the forest. There, Ozai saw his children and the Imiq children chasing fireflies together. Braided flowers decorated their heads and each had a wide smile on their face.

“They were supposed to leave after lunch but…”

“They were having too much fun.” Ozai finished.

Ursa swallowed. “It isn’t right. Dragons and humans aren’t supposed to…”

Ozai lifted her veil then cupped her cheek.

“T-This is different.”

“How? Didn’t we start the same way?”

Ursa glanced away.

“I’ll take them home and tell them not to return.”

Ursa looked back at her children prancing around their new friends. They were so thrilled to find people who appreciated their true selves. “Zuko and Azula would be so sad…” Ursa rested her hand over Ozai’s and took a deep breath. “Make them swear.”

“I will.”

“And at the first hint of danger-“

“Got it.”

“I mean it Ozai.”

“I do too.”

Ursa slowly exhaled. "Okay..."

She pulled down her veil then returned inside. Ozai sadly watched her go. Ursa's uneasiness around other humans seemed to grow over the years, so letting the Imiq children stay for the pups was a huge step for her. It still hurt Ozai to see her hide her beautiful scales and horns again, especially in their own home.

Ozai retrieved the bike then walked to the field. The dragon pups were on him immediately, chirping excitingly.

“Mr. Hong! You’re back!”

“Did you know your kids are dragons?”

Ozai chuckled. “Yes I know.” He rubbed the dragon pups’ chins. “Say goodbye to your friends now. It’s time to go home.”

The pups whimpered.

“Already?” Katara pouted in a similar tone.

“Can we stay a bit longer?” Sokka asked.

“It’ll be dark soon. And you’re both a long way from town.” Ozai raised a knowing brow at them.

Katara and Sokka sheepishly looked away. After a tearful goodbye, the dragon pups returned inside while Ozai knelt in front of the siblings.

“I need you two to swear to never tell anyone about what you saw today.”

“Are you a dragon too?” Katara asked.

“No, but my family all are. And bad people want them dead because of it.”

The siblings gasped. Zuko and Azula already told them what would happen, but hearing it from a grown up made it felt even more real and scarier.

“Swear you won’t tell anyone.”

“I will take it to my grave.” Sokka said in all seriousness.

“Mine too!” Katara agreed. “We won’t tell a soul!”

“Even if we’re tortured!”

“Hopefully it won't come to that.” Ozai took a deep breath then stood. “Come, I’ll take you home.”

~*~

Kya paced back and forth while rubbing her necklace. It was already dark and the kids where no were to be found. They’ve combed the whole town, asked neighbors, and even filed missing children’ reports.

Still nothing.

Hakoda had just taken the truck to check the shore a few miles out. He insisted Kya stay home in case the children returned while he was out. Kya prayed so. Her worrying thoughts wondered to what the townspeople said. They blamed Mr. Hong, of course, having seen him come down earlier that day. But that couldn’t be possible. Right?

Kya’s stomach knotted. What if he did take her children? What if this morning was just a distraction? Is that why there are no children in this town? Could there really be a cult going on up in the mountains?!

Movement caught Kya’s eye. She glanced out the window and saw Mr. Hong’s rickshaw bike pull up. A gasp escaped her lips. She raced outside, ready to demand where her children were, when she saw two small figures climb out the back cart.

“My babies!”

“Mom!”

Kya ran up and pulled them both into a tight hug. “Spirits, you had us worried sick! Where under Tui's sky were you?!”

“I found them by my cabin and figured they needed a ride back to town.” Ozai explained.

“What?!” Kya gasped. “You said you were just going around town!”

“Sorry Mom.” Katara apologized as Sokka looked down.

“Apologize to Mr. Hong for trespassing.”

The siblings sheepishly did so.

“It’s fine. My kids really enjoyed them. They’re more than welcomed anytime.”

Sokka and Katara perked up at this. “Really?”

“Thank you Mr. Hong. I’m afraid it may be a while since they are both now grounded.” Kya said firmly, causing them to wince some. “But seriously, thank you.”

“Trust me, it was no problem.”

“At least let me give you some tea or cookies.”

Ozai politely declined but Kya insisted. After wrapping a plate of cookies and bidding him goodnight, Kya sent the children to their rooms while promising to talk more once Hakoda arrived home.

“Did you hear that?” Katara whispered. “Mr. Hong said we come go visit Zuko and Azula again!”

“Yeah after we survive being grounded.” Sokka sighed.

Katara fidgeted with the end of one of her twin braids. “Sorry for getting you in trouble.”

Sokka waved her off. “Nah. I would have been more upset if you made cool new dragon friends without me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah really.” Sokka opened his bedroom door then saluted her. “Welp, see you in two weeks.”

“See you.”

Katara went inside her room then slowly exhaled. A grin then grew on her face. It was a rough start, but she finally has some new friends.

~*~

“See that son? He’s gone back.”

Iroh squinted at the barely lit screen.

“Are you certain it was him, father?”

“I’ve been monitoring this road for years. It’s him. And he’s never went back twice in one day.”

Azulon folded his hands together. Soon, his bitter patience will pay off.

“He’s slipping. The moment those demons let their guards down, we’ll be ready.”

Chapter Text

Ursa gingerly sipped her tea as her thoughts wandered. So much had changed recently, both good and questionable at best. Ursa was glad her children found some playmates and Ozai human friends of his own but she couldn’t shake the worry. It’s been just them against the world for so long.

Still, Ursa knew it was wrong to force them back into isolation. Dragons could go decades, centuries even, without seeing another dragon outside their mate and pups and be fine. But humans were not so. Ursa knew what a rarity it was to find other humans that actually liked them, so she didn’t want to ruin that for her family. She just naturally expected the worst from humans.

Sure she had met a couple of kind humans outside of Ozai, but they never stayed long. This Water Tribe family would be the same, staying briefly in their lives or revealing their true intentions. Ursa wasn’t sure which scenario she dreaded most.

Scurrying footsteps running across the roof snapped her out of her thoughts.

“How do they keep getting up there?” Ozai muttered as he joined her at the porch.

Ursa chuckled. “They’ve been very active lately. More so than usual.”

Ozai sighed. “I’ll be glad when the Imiq kids’ grounding is over. Playing with their friends would help run off all that energy.”

“I suppose so. They’re not the only ones with loads of energy.” Ursa rubbed her stomach, wincing slightly. She knew what those signs meant. “It’s time.”

Ozai’s eyes widened. “N-Now? Are you certain?”

Ursa nodded. “A bit earlier than I expected but yes. Mother told me what to look for.”

“Great Agni…” Ozai sat his mug down. “Ok d-don’t panic we’ve done this before just-“

Ozai ran off, knocking over his mug, before Ursa could ask what he was talking about. She really didn’t feel like going after him though. She’ll need her strength for later. Ursa finished her tea as she watched the rising sun. Ozai returned with his hair thrown in a hasty topknot and carrying piles of towels. Ursa raised a brow.

“What are you-“

“I got the bath running now! Can you walk?!”

“Ozai-“

“It’s fine. We’ve done this before. Everything’s fine!” He yelled while helping her up. “Ash, the pups! Should they be here for this? No of course not! It would scar them!”

“Ozai-“

He leaned out the door and trilled. “Don’t come inside yet! Daddy and Mama are busy!”

“Ozai-“

“How are you so calm right now?! The last two were hectic and- Ash I haven’t baby proof the house or finished the nursey yet!”

Ursa finally realized what he was talking about. She immediately dissolved into laughter.

“Why are you laughing?! The baby’s coming early!!!”

“No!” Ursa said between fits of giggles. “I-I meant flying lessons!”

Ozai blinked. “…Flying lessons?”

“The pups are-“

There was a loud thud. The two looked outside and saw the small red dragon lying face down on the ground with his hind legs in the air. Azula roared with laughter not too far away.

“…ready to start flying.” Ursa shook her head.

Ozai just stood there mouth ajar. Ursa closed it then kissed his cheek.

“I appreciate it though, honey. And you didn’t freak out as much this time! Progress!”

Ozai’s brain finally caught up with his mouth.

“False alarm then?”

Ursa nodded. “False alarm.”

There was another thud. This time it was Azula in the same position as Zuko laughed.

“I better get started before they fill the yard with dragon pup size holes.” Ursa chuckled.

Ozai slowly exhaled. Everything really was fine. Once again, he was stressing over nothing. The sound of running water hitting wooden floor caught his attention. Ozai tried to figure out what it was when it suddenly hit him.

“The bath!!!”

~*~

‘Quit it! I went a lot farer than you!’ Azula growled at her cackling brother.

‘You looked a lot stupider too!’

‘That’s it!!!’

Azula pounced him. Ursa walked outside to the siblings wrestling and pawing at each other. Ursa brought her fingers up to her mouth and whistled sharply. When they didn’t respond, Ursa transformed and picked them both up by the scruffs of their necks.

‘She started it!!!’

‘Did not!!!’

Ursa exhaled smoke through her nostrils. The pups deflated and begrudgingly apologized. Ursa let out a satisfied hum then placed them down.

‘Now that’s settled, it’s time I teach you how to fly properly.”

Zuko and Azula perked up immediately at this. Ursa smiled.

‘First lesson,’ She spread her ruby wings causing the siblings to oh and ah. ‘Wings position.’

~*~

Ozai wiped his brow. Took five towels, but he finally cleaned up the last of the water. After hanging them up to dry, he went outside to see how the flying lessons were going. He didn’t hear anymore thuds and hoped that was a good sign. Ozai made it out just in time to see the pups climb onto Ursa’s back.

“How’s the lessons going?”

‘Honey, perfect timing.’ Ursa purred. ‘Let’s show Daddy what you’ve learned.’

Zuko and Azula chirped excitedly. Ozai grinned as he watched Ursa take off. Years later, it still gave him the same rush he had the first time watching her fly. They were going kind of high though. Ozai supposed it was alright. No one was around for miles and Ursa had come a long way in her sky camouflage abilities. Something that only came with adulthood, apparently. (Agni those textbooks were so wrong about everything). Ursa knew what she was doing.

A small red blur hurling towards the ground caught Ozai’s attention. He squinted, trying to figure out what it was. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

“ZUKO!!!”

Oh Agni! He was going to crash!

Ozai raced out with his arms outstretch to catch his son. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what a stupid idea that was, but he couldn’t stand there and do nothing! Out of nowhere, Ursa swooped in and caught Zuko on her wing. Ozai fell to his knees overwhelmed by relief. Ursa landed and nuzzled him worriedly.

“Daddy!” Zuko who already shifted back to human form, ran down Ursa’s snout and jumped onto Ozai. “Didja see?! I flew!!!”

“F-Flew?!" Ozai croaked. "Zuko you almost crashed! If Mama didn’t catch you in time-“

“That’s how you’re supposed to build up wind resentment.”

Ursa grunted.

“Oh, resistance.”

Ozai looked at Ursa horrified. She gave him an apologetic whine. Azula poked over Ursa’s head while yapping on excitedly.

“She wants you to watch her turn.” Zuko translated.

Absolutely not was on Ozai’s lips until Azula gave him big wet moon eyes. He sighed.

“Of course, blueberry.”

~*~

It wasn’t even dusk yet, but Ozai was completely and utterly exhausted. He sat with his face against the table, having lied to himself about resting his eyes for a few minutes. There was a soft thump beside his head.

“Chamomile with honey for my honey.”

Ozai tsked. “A warning would have been nice.”

“I thought you were the dragon expert.” Ursa smirked.

“Don’t patronize me.” Ozai lifted his head and placed a hand on his chest. “I almost had four heart attacks today alone.”

Ursa giggled. “Ok I’m sorry.” She brushed back the tangled hair that fell out his topknot and kissed his forehead. “There. Better?”

Ozai smiled some. “I suppose.”

“Good.” Ursa rubbed some of his hair between her fingers and frowned.

“What is it?”

“Your hair has a few strands that are gray. It wasn’t like this in the morning.”

Ozai’s eyes widened.

“Is that normal for humans?”

He sighed defeatedly and brought the mug up to his lips.

“Yes, yes it is.”

Chapter Text

It’s been more than two weeks, yet whenever Sokka and Katara asked about visiting their friends, their parents would dance around the subject. Katara’s had enough. Just as the family settled down for breakfast, Katara slammed her hands on the table and stood.

“Why won’t you let us go see Zuko and Azula?! Grounding is over!”

“Katara!” Kya chided.

“She’s right!” Sokka spoke up. “We’re really sorry about sneaking behind you but we really want to see them again!”

“We know kids, it’s just…” Hakoda paused.

He glanced at Kya who shared a nervous expression. They’ve read in detail about the missing people reports and were not comfortable with their young children running around up there.

“How about Zuko and Azula visit us in the valley?” Hakoda suggested.

“Yes, you can show them around town and get them ice cream.” Kya added.

Katara flailed her arms. “We can’t! They can’t come here ever!!!”

The parents blinked. “Why not?”

“Oh uh…” She fidgeted with her braids.

“B-Because they’re shy!” Sokka said quickly. “They have a weird skin condition and people are really mean about it.”

“Yeah so they can’t come!”

“What type of skin condition?” Kya asked.

The siblings looked at each other. “Uh… red. And blue. Patches.”

“Like a lizard.”

“But in a totally human non weird but weird enough to stay in the mountains way.”

“Red and blue lizard patches.” Hakoda said skeptically, causing the siblings to cringe.

“Why won’t you let us see them?!” Katara demanded.

Kya sighed. “Look seal pup. It’s not you or the Hong family we don’t trust. We looked into those missing people cases and well…”

“We don’t feel comfortable with you two up there just yet.” Hakoda finished.

“We’ll be fine.” Sokka insisted.

They still kind of smelled like the bath Mama Dragon gave them. Sokka was adamant nothing deterred predators like dragon spit. But how to explain that to Dad and Mom? An idea struck him.

“Actually while we were up there, Mrs. Hong sprayed us with her homemade blend to ward off bugs and wild animals.”

“It’s true! She sprayed us all over and it kind of tickled." Katara insisted.

Hakoda hummed. “They do still kind of stink from last time they were up there.”

“Hakoda!”

“What?”

Kya sighed. “We’ll think about it. Now sit down and finish your breakfast.”

Katara sighed and returned to her seat. The first month of summer was already almost over. If they don’t do something soon, the whole season would pass before they saw their friends again.

~*~

Iroh snorted to himself as he read Ozai’s old notes. Protectors of humankind indeed. The dragon clearly pulled that out of thin air just to save her own hide.

It more than worked, though.

Iroh shut the book shut and hissed. He thought combing through his brother’s things would give them a lead, but it will fill with to the brim with spirit tales and nonsense. How his little brother fell for this, Iroh would never know.

“Get your jacket. We’re heading out.” Azulon ordered.

Iroh put away the book and obeyed. They took a short walk to a rundown ramen shop.

“Since when do you eat ramen?” Iroh asked while taking their seats.

“We’re not here for food.” Azulon took up a menu.

Iroh hummed and did the same. A stakeout maybe? Moments later, an energetic handless waiter greeted them.

“Mr. Zi Rui! You’re back! And you brought a friend!”

“Ringo this is my son, Mushi. Mushi, Ringo.”

Iroh dipped his head politely. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Wow you’re out here with your dad! I wish my dad would eat with me but he hates me and my granddad’s really really busy because it’s fishing season. Do you like fish Mr. Mushi? It goes great with ramen but not if you salt it too much. Then it tastes like salt rocks which is not good!”

“Ringo.” Azulon interrupted. “What’s new with Arrowwood?”

“Oh! It’s salmon season which is good because my granddad loves salmon! And the Spotted Dove birds have returned from their winter homes. Mrs. Lihua is really really excited because she’s been trying to spot this super rare bird and-“

Iroh glanced at Azulon slightly alarmed and amused. Azulon merely rolled his eyes.

“Also a new family moved in all the way from the South Pole!”

This peaked the men’s interest.

“A Southern Water Tribe family moved to Arrowwood?” Azulon asked slowly.

“Yes sir! Granddad said they’re really really friendly. They even let that loner mountain guy help set up the clinic.”

Azulon and Iroh tensed.

“I couldn’t live in the South Pole. Way too cold! My nose would drip and drip and I’ll be too busy wiping it to eat ramen!”

“Ringo!” A voice called from the kitchen. “What did I tell you about bothering the guests?! Take their order then leave!”

“Sorry! Would it be the usual Mr. Zi Rui?”

Azulon nodded.

“And you Mr. Mushi?”

“I’ll take the salmon ramen.”

“Excellent choice! It’s salmon season you know. I’ll be back in a few!”

After finishing their meal and enduring more small talk with Ringo, Iroh engaging and enjoying it more than Azulon, the two returned to the motel.

“Southern Pole Tribals in the Earth Kingdom.” Iroh mused. “That is news.”

“And they made contact with that traitor.”

“Do you think they know?”

“No doubt.” Azulon scoffed. “Those Water Savages are so backwards and primitive, they actually worshiped the demons as protectors.”

“Really?” Iroh raised his brow. Just as Ozai wrote in his notes. How did he know about the Water Tribes' relations to dragons?

“Trust me son. The Southern Raiders was the first sector I joined in my youth. I saw it with my own eyes. They defended the remaining foul beasts and wept bitterly when we finally liberated their pitiful icesheets from the demons. So much for gratitude. The South is rich with oil thanks to us clearing out the lands.”

Azulon scribbled the water tribe symbol on a sticky note then pinned it to a board filled with other notes and connecting red string.

“We have a new lead. Find those water savages. They’ll lead us to the traitor and demons’ nest.”

~*~

Ozai trekked through forest to the river that emptied in the valley below. Several rabbits hung from his belt from a successful day’s hunt. With Ursa pregnant and the pups growing bigger by the day, they were going to need more food, meat in particular.

A shadow passed overhead. Ozai shaded his eyes as he glanced up with a smile on his face. An untrained eye would assume it was just cloud coverage, but he knew. Flying lessons.

Agni, they really were growing up.

After securing the rabbits where a scavenger couldn’t steal them, Ozai removed his shoes, waded into the water, and readied his spear. It was salmon season, Ursa’s favorite.

Ozai’s mind wondered to his childhood days of combing the forest for dragons. He was determined to prove his father and brother wrong; that he was better than hunting dainty forest creatures. How things have changed. Now he couldn’t be more content.

After a moment or so, Ozai noticed something was wrong. The salmon would practically leap onto his spear during this time of the year but the river was strangely empty. Come to think of it, the whole forest had been eerily quiet lately. No bird songs or animal calls. Not even insect buzzing. His heart began to pound as cold sweat moistened his brow. The leaves rustled causing to Ozai readied his spear.

“Who’s there?!”

Something rushed behind him. Ozai turned, ready to defend himself, but nothing was there. Ozai waded out of the river to investigate. The rabbits were still where he left them and there were no tracks.

Ozai tsked. Clearly he was still jittery from yesterday’s first flying lesson, but that didn’t explain why the animals all suddenly disappeared. Even with Ursa and the pups flying overhead, they’ve never all went silent like this before. Think. Obviously it was a prey response, but if not from dragons and wolves, then what?

Ozai’s hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood. He barely had time to turn when something large rammed into him. The wind was knocked out of his lungs as he hit the ground hard. Before Ozai could get his bearings, searing pain shot through him as oversized fangs sank into his leg. His vison blurred from tears as he stabbed the creature with his spear. A hiss, eerily similar to a chuckle, sounded seconds before a sickening crack. Ozai let out a blood-curling scream.

”That’s it, human. Cry for your protectors.”

Ozai tried to stop the bleeding but could hardly move. Everything was in slow motion and blurry. Someone far off was screaming. Ozai barely made out a large muted color body slink into the forest before darkness took over.

~*~

Ursa soared through the sky with her tired pups riding on her back. Second day of flying lessons was successful and they all had the sore bodies to prove it. At least, she and Ozai won’t have to worry about Zuko and Azula launching themselves from the roof anymore.

‘How about breakfast for supper tonight?’ Ursa asked to brighten the mood.

‘And honey biscuits?’ Zuko asked.

Ursa chuckled. ‘And honey…’

She heart suddenly twisted painfully as her instincts flared at alarming rates. It was far worse than dread or paranoia. Zuko and Azula’s tensed bodies and low whimpers told Ursa it wasn’t just her. So what-

An agonizing scream cut through the air. Immediately, Ursa knew.

‘OZAI!!!’

Ursa made a sharp turn and dove towards the source down below. The dragon pups held on for dear life as their mother landed hard then raced through the forest, not caring for the damage done. Her worse fear was confirmed when she reached the river and saw her mate laying limp and bloodied.

‘D-Daddy…?’ Azula said in a small voice.

‘No no no!’ Ursa shifted as the dragon pups jumped down then raced to Ozai’s side; ripping off her outer shirt to tie a gauze over his mangled bleeding leg. “Ozai! No please!!! Wake up!!! OZAI!!!”

He groaned lowly.

“U-Ur…sa…”

She gasped. He’s alive!

“Oh Agni!” Ursa wept and cradled his head. “Oh my love…”

Ursa took a deep breath to calm herself then quickly wiped her eyes. Her instincts were still on high alert and with her wounded mate and scared pups close by, she had to pull it together. Fast. Ursa grabbed a close by stick, a bloodied spear missing its tip, and set it against Ozai’s leg. She ripped the bottom of her skirt and used the fabric to tie it in place.

“I-Is Daddy okay…?” Zuko whimpered.

“He will be.” Ursa said firmly.

Once done, Ursa backed up and shifted into dragon form. She scooped Ozai up as gently as she could with her claws; guilt flooding her as pained cries escaped his mouth. Zuko immediately climbed onto her back but Azula remained frozen in place, eyes locked on the trees on the other side of the river. Ursa grunted at her.

‘Azula hurry! We have to get Daddy home!’

The blue dragon didn’t move. Out of options, Ursa used her mouth to pick Azula up by the scruff of her neck then flew off. Ursa knew what ever attacked Ozai and had Azula transfixed was close by, watching. Waiting.

She dare not look behind her.

~*~

Ursa didn’t need to be a professional healer to know how bad the injury was. Ozai’s leg was obviously broken, but that didn’t explain the fever that sprung up mere moments after Ursa got him inside. The dragon pups worriedly watched their mother clean and patch up Ozai’s leg.

They then leapt to action retrieving the herbs from the cabinets Ursa ordered. She mashed them together and spread it over Ozai’s wound, then brought a second bowl with a different mix to his lips. Ozai took a few tentative sips, wincing at the bitter taste.

“I know honey, but it will help with the pain.”

After managing a few more sips, Ozai fell asleep with a pained expression. Ursa caressed his cheek then left the room, softly closing the door behind her. There, Zuko and Azula waited expectedly.

“He just needs rest.”

They nodded, though clearly not convinced. Ursa hated they saw their father in such a state. She squatted in front of Azula.

‘What did you see?’

Maybe if Ursa knew what attacked Ozai, she could treat him better.

Azula suddenly had a faraway expression. She opened her mouth, but immediately broke down crying. Zuko started crying seconds later.

‘Oh my babies.’ Ursa pulled them into a hug while blinking back her own tears. ‘We’re all going to be alright. I promise.’

The next morning took a nosedive. Ursa was awakened from her seat beside the bed by a foul odor. Ozai was covered in sweat and breathing hard. Alarmed, Ursa ripped back the blanket and saw the area around his bandages turned bright red as discharge leaked out.

Ursa swore as she unraveled the bandages. The smell was even worse, almost making her vomit. She grabbed a rag, sanitized it, then cleaned the wound. Before she could apply another coating of herbs, more discharge quickly covered the wound.

“Oh Agni… What do I do?!” Ursa panicked.

She had never seen an illness like this before and had no idea where to even start.

“Get… Kya…” Ozai rasped.

Ursa leaned in closer. “What?”

“Water… Tribe… healer… in town… Healing… Hands… clinic…”

“Bring a human here?!”

Ursa shook her head. What was she saying? Ozai’s life was on the line!

After getting some directions from the barely conscious Ozai, Ursa retied the bandages then promised to return soon with help.

“Just hold on a bit longer. Okay?” Ursa kissed his forehead.

Ozai let out a pained grunt.

After wiping her tears, Ursa grabbed her veil and long robe then rushed out. She gave a brief summary to her pups. That Daddy was really sick and she’s going to town to get their friends’ mom to help. And to stay in their rooms until she told them it was okay to come out. Zuko and Azula gave each other a worried look but agreed.

Ursa ran outside and transformed. She’ll reach town much faster in dragon form. Ursa circled around the mountain, keeping to the cloud’s shadows, before coming to a deserted part of the road right outside of town. Once low enough, Ursa de-transformed mid-air and grabbed a tree limb to keep from crashing. She climbed down the tree then stumbled out onto the road, brushing away leaves and twigs. Ursa put on her veil then ran to town, not noticing a small blinking camera.

The town was exactly the same as it was when she first came a little over 5 years ago. Ursa looked around frantically for the Healing Hands Clinic. Ozai’s directions wasn’t exactly the best in his feverish state and Ursa’s racing mind certainly wasn’t helping either.

“Spirits, it’s her! The mountain demon!”

“The demoness has returned!!!”

Ursa hunched her shoulders as the townspeople gawked and ridiculed her. It was so much worse than she remembered.

“Be gone evil spirit!”

Water was thrown on her as the people backed away. Ursa growled out of anger and embarrassment, causing the water to evaporate. She had not said a word to anybody and yet they were still threatened by her mere presence.

“You all are foul terrible humans!”

Ursa stormed off to the sound of gasps and more gossiping. Dear Agni, she had to find the Water Tribe family quickly before anything else happened! Soon, her prayers were answered when she saw the wooden sign decorated with blue waves in front of a two-story house. Overwhelmed with relief, Ursa burst in without knocking.

“Water Tribe family!”

She was met with shocked stares from a man and elderly woman at the front desk and two younger kids in the corner reading. The children recognized her voice immediately.

“It’s Mama Dra- uh Hong!” Katara whispered shouted.

“What’s she doing here?” Sokka asked.

Ursa ignored them and ran up to the desk.

“Please, it’s my mate! You must help him!!!”

The woman made a disgusted noise as she backed away. “The nerve.”

The man stood. “Ok, calm down ma’am. We’ll see what we can do.” He turned behind him. “Kya! It’s Mrs. Hong! She says it’s urgent!”

A woman around Ursa’s age came out pulling off gloves.

“Hakoda what’s wro-“

“Are you the healer?!” Ursa interrupted.

“Yes-“

“A creature bit my mate and broke his leg! He’s feverish and there’s foul smelling discharge everywhere and none of my herbs are working! Please you must help him!!!”

Kya gave a curt nod. “I’ll get my kit.”

“Hurry!”

Hakoda got her water and tried to get her to sit down, but Ursa was nervous to accept. Kya returned shortly with her medical bag.

“We’ll take the truck. It’s faster.”

“Oh thank you!”

The siblings followed the women outside, equally worried.

“Mom can we come?”

“No stay with your dad!” Kya called behind her.

“But-“

Hakoda placed his hands on their shoulders. “It’s okay. Mom’s got this handled.”

He swallowed thickly while watching the women pile into the truck and speed off, hoping to Tui and La he was right.

Chapter Text

Mrs. Hong was nervous and tensed the entire drive up the mountain, speaking only to answer Kya’s medical questions and give directions. Kya didn’t fault her. She couldn’t fathom something like this happening to Hakoda. Thankfully, she had a good idea what type of illness Ozai was dealing with and how to treat it. Despite the good news in that area, Kya was a little on edge. The townspeople didn’t exaggerate about Mrs. Hong’s mysterious and somewhat off-putting appearance.

No matter. The Hong family needed help and Kya wasn’t going to turn her back on them.

She turned onto an overgrown road Ursa pointed out. Trees covered them on all sides before finally coming onto a clearing. A large wooden cabin sat on topped of a small hill surrounded by fields and gardens. Kya noticed an animal pen not too far off beside a shed. As they exited the truck, she saw the familiar rickshaw bike parked inside.

Wait. How did Ursa get down the mountain then? Did she run?

“This way!” Ursa rushed her.

Kya closed the truck’s door then followed her inside. The cabin was just as spacious inside with its high ceilings. But that wasn’t the only thing Kya noticed. On the walls, floors, and even ceiling beams were scratch and burn marks. It was strange to say the least, but Kya pushed it aside and went into healer mode.

“And you said the discharge appeared yesterday?”

“Yes. All over his wound. He became feverish also.” Ursa wrung her hands. “You can heal him right?”

“I’ll do my best.”

~*~

The dragon pups remained perched and alert on the bed, guarding their ill father dutifully. They knew what their mother said, but there was no way they could leave him alone like this! What if that creature returned before Mama did?! Instinct and affection overruled the fear knotted in their stomachs. It was up to them to protect him.

Azula’s ears perked up. ‘Mama's coming!’

The siblings slipped out the window seconds before the bedroom door opened. Ursa knelt beside the bed and held Ozai's hand.

"Honey, it's me. I brought the healer you asked for."

Ozai stirred some.

“Hi Ozai. It’s Kya from Healing Hands.” She eyed his barely conscious form critically as she pulled on her gloves. “I’m going to look you over, okay?”

Ozai let out a soft grunt.

Kya turned to Ursa. “Please wait in the hall.”

Ursa let out a low guttural growl that sent a chill down Kya's spine.

“Why do I need to leave?” she asked lowly.

Kya's healer mode turned back on. It wasn't the first time she dealt with unruly loved ones of patients.

“To lower the risk of contamination." she said firmly. "I can help your husband but I’m gonna need you to cooperate first.”

Ursa bristled. “He’s my mate. I didn't bring you to my private home to make demands. I brought you here to heal him!”

"I know, but-"

"But what?! Are you trying to separate us?! I won't allow it!"

"Ursa...please..." Ozai rasped.

She bowed her head and squeezed his hand tighter.

“Your mate’s in good hands." Kya said softly. "I promise.”

Ursa exhaled slowly, billowing out her face veils. Kya didn't miss the small puffs of smoke escaping, but once again she shoved it aside to focus on her patient.

"I'll be right outside the door."

Kya nodded. "Thank you, Ursa."

She hesitated a bit longer before leaving the room. Kya unwrapped the leg bandage. A foul odor immediately bombarded the room. Kya hummed. Just as she expected.

“Let’s get you better, Ozai.”

~*~

Kya removed her gloves as she slowly exhaled. That was close. If Ursa had not fetched her in time, it would have been too late for Ozai. Kya’s heart twisted at the thought. She packed away the rest of her materials then quietly took her leave. Much to Kya’s surprise, Ursa was not waiting outside the room.

“Ursa?”

There was a faint noise coming from a room down the hall. Kya followed it as her heartrate sped up some. Once close enough, she realized it was the sound of retching. Did Ursa become infected also? Kya knocked on the door.

“Ursa?” She cracked open the door. “Are you all…right…?”

Kya trailed off as mind struggled to understand what she was looking at. Ursa was hunched over the toilet, veil tossed aside and robe in a bunched up mess revealing a long ruby red tail and matching horns on her head. Kya jerked away from the door and hit her back against the wall.

What under Tui’s sky? Was that real?

Got some sort of cult going on up there!

I bet the woman is the real demon which is why she was fully veiled in the middle of summer!

Kya’s body acted on its own as she grabbed her bag and quickly but quietly headed for the front door. She stopped short when she heard whispering and faint warbled growling.

“Lala it’s her. Sokka and Katara’s Mama.”

Upon hearing her children’s names, Kya looked back and saw two wide-eyed children peaking around the corner at her.

“Zuko and Azula, right?” Kya asked.

She noticed they too covered their heads; Zuko in a towel hastily wrapped around his face only exposing his eyes and Azula in Ozai’s bamboo hat that was much too big for her.

“Mama said you came to help Daddy.” Zuko said shyly.

Tension left Kya’s shoulders. “Yes. He’s better now.”

Without warning, the siblings ran over and hugged her while crying.

“Thank you...” Zuko said sincerely while Azula nuzzled her side.

Tears stung Kya’s eyes.

The siblings broke away before she could respond and disappeared into another room. Seconds later Ursa walked up while adjusting her veils.

“My apologies for not answering. I had some morning sickness and… Are you alright?”

“Y-Yes. I’m fine.” Kya wiped away a few stray tears and smiled. “Your children are very sweet.”

“Children? They’re not supposed to…” Ursa growled.

Kya gripped her bag tighter. “I-Is something wrong?”

“I told them to stay in their rooms and not bother you.”

Any lingering fear left as Kya laughed. “Been there. It goes in one ear and out the other with them.”

“Don’t I know it.” Ursa sighed. She suddenly became tensed. “Ozai, is he...?”

“He’s resting now. I gave him some antibodies and will have to come back tomorrow to check on the progress but overall he’s going to make a full recovery.”

“Oh! Thank Agni!” Ursa’s voice was thick with emotion. "Can I see him?"

Kya nodded. She followed Ursa to the bedroom then remained at the doorway as Ursa held Ozai’s hand again and leaned her forehead against his. More tears escaped Kya’s eyes. Demons or not, the family clearly cared for each other greatly.

"I'm truly sorry for snapping at you earlier."

Kya waved her off. "Think nothing of it."

Ursa reached under the bed and dug around. After a moment, she pulled out an old small pouch.

“I can truly never repay you for saving my mate, but I hope this does some justice.” Ursa gave it to her.

Curious, Kya opened the pouch. Inside were ten gold pieces.

“This is far too much!” She gasped.

“We’ve been saving it for an emergency and Ozai nearly…” Ursa paused to gather herself. "Please Kya."

“I understand but I can’t take all of this in good conscious.”

“I must pay you something! Seven gold pieces then.”

“Just one is fine.”

“Five.”

“Two and a cup of tea when I return.”

Though the veils were thick, Kya could tell she was smiling.

“Deal.”

~*~

It was late when Kya arrived home. Her mind still swam, but heart was comforted knowing she did the right thing. Her children ran up to her asking a million questions at once as soon as she walked inside.

“Is Mr. Hong okay?”

“What about Zuko and Azula? Are they okay?”

“You didn’t see anything weird did you?”

“We made Mr. Hong get well soon cards! See!”

“It was my idea.”

“No it wasn’t!”

“Yeah-huh!”

“Alright alright.” Hakoda intervened before a fight broke out. “Give your mother some space.”

Kya chuckled. “Mr. Hong is going to be alright. Everyone is fine.”

All three of them let out a sigh of relief at the same time. Kya rolled her eyes and smiled.

“I’m returning tomorrow to check on him. You can give him the cards then.”

The children perked up.

“Really?!”

“We’re going to Zuko and Azula’s house?!”

Kya glanced at Hakoda. He gave her a confused expression but gave in when his children started to plead. Katara and Sokka cheered excitedly as they ran off eager to visit their friends after so long.

“What made you change your mind?" Hakoda asked. "I thought we agreed the forest was too dangerous.”

Kya glanced to where the children ran off. “Let’s talk in private.”

The two went to their bedroom and shut the door.

“They’re good people, Hakoda.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“But…” Kya continued nervously. “They’re not people people.”

Hakoda’s confusion furthered. “What?”

"You know, humans."

Kya explained what she saw up in the mountain cabin. The claw and burn marks, the puffs of smoke under Ursa's veil when she was upset, and finally the horns and tails. Hakoda stared at her shocked.

“I scarcely believe it myself.” Kya admitted.

“The townspeople were right…?”

“No! Well... not entirely. I mean, what demon or spirit gets sick or cries? I’m not sure what they are, but they’re not violent. Ursa had plenty of opportunities to attack me, but didn’t.”

Hakoda stroked his beard as he thought.

“Red and blue lizard patches…”

“What?”

“Horns and tail. Burn marks. Hidden from society. That weird voice thing they do that sounds like growling…”

Their eyes widen as it hit them at the same time.

“That’s impossible!” Kya exclaimed. “Dragons are extinct!”

“What else could it be?!” Hakoda countered. “Think of it! If our ancestors could survive a whole century of planned genocide then surely dragons…”

He trailed off when Kya turned her back.

“Hey.” Hakoda hugged her. “It’s alright. This is good news.”

Kya shook her head. “I just wished Mom knew. Spirits, she adored dragons.”

“I know.” Hakoda kissed her cheek.

“We have to protect them.” Kya said with a sudden hardness. “If people found out-“

“They won’t.”

“The kids! They knew this whole time, didn’t they?”

“Looking back, that makes a lot of sense.” Hakoda agreed. “We’ll help them keep the secret.”

He kissed her again. “It’s going to be fine.”

Kya sighed wearily. “…It’s been a day.”

“Oh! I have just the thing!”

Hakoda led her to the kitchen and pulled out a jar full of mint leaves.

“While you were out, Arrowwood finally got a visitor. He came in for some back pain medicine and gave me this for tea. Said he grew it himself.”

“Oh? What was his name?”

Hakoda paused to think. “Mushi? Yeah, I think that was it.”

“Well, that was nice of him.” Kya hummed.

Though most of Arrowwood's residents showed no outward distain and regularly came to the clinic, it was clear they were still cautiously wary of the Southern Water Tribe family. A nice hot cup of mint tea was just what Kya needed after today.

“I hope he sticks around.”

Chapter Text

The world faded in and out as familiar screams echoed all around. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Only laid there uselessly bleeding out.

"Cleanse by fire; reborn stronger."

No. Stop!

“Ozai!”

“Daddy help!”

GET AWAY FROM THEM!!!

Horrible pain shot through him as he tried to move. The screams grew louder. A tall figure slowly came into view.

“The skull and the hide. A fine addition to the collection.” A voice spoke. His voice.

A figure loomed over him. Its face was a mirror of his own except scarless and cruel. A ruby scale cape hung from its shoulders with small dragon skulls in each hand. The doubleganger grinned.

“Father will be pleased.”

Ozai woke up screaming.

“Honey! It’s okay. It’s okay.” Warm hands cupped his face. “Breathe. I got you.”

The world slowly dialed back in, centering on slitted golden eyes staring intensely at him.

“Ursa…” Ozai pulled her into a tight hug. “You’re alright!”

“Me?” Ursa let out a nervous laugh. “You’re the one who…” She leaned her forehead against his. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“Forgive me.”

“No.”

Ozai laughed slightly. They leaned in for a kiss when the door suddenly flew open. Two very worried dragon children pounced him and snuggled close.

“Daddy! You’re okay!” Zuko cried as Azula whimpered.

“Gently! He’s still recovering!” Ursa scolded.

Ozai paid no mind to the sharp pain as he hugged his precious children, alive and well. Ursa hugged his back. Ozai shifted some and the two shared a kiss. He was so relieved the nightmare was just that. A nightmare.

By Agni, he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

~*~

Sokka and Katara were up before sunrise, packed and ready to go, much to their parents’ dismay. It was good to see them excited and happy again even if it was at an unfathomable hour in the morning. After calming them down and getting things settled, Kya and Hakoda decided to have the much needed talk over breakfast.

“We’re not sure how to say this, so we’re just going to get straight to the point.” Hakoda started.

The siblings shared worried glances.

“I-Is something wrong?” Katara asked in a small voice.

“No seal pup. The thing is…” Kya looked at Hakoda who nodded in support. “We know the Hong family are dragons.”

The siblings’ jaws dropped.

Sokka forced out a laugh. “W-What? That’s crazy…”

“Sokka-“ Kya started.

“YOU CAN’T TELL ANYONE!” Katara shouted, startling her parents.

“We won’t-“

“MR. HONG SAID BAD PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO KILL THEM BECAUSE OF IT!” Sokka added, equally panicked.

“YOU HAVE TO PROMISE TO NEVER EVER TELL ANYONE!”

“OR THEY WILL DIE!”

“Okay. Okay. Calm down.” Kya soothed over. “We promise to never ever tell anyone.”

“Or let anyone hurt the Hong family.” Hakoda said firmly. “They’re our friends too. Friends protect each other.”

Katara held up her finger and glared at her parents. “Pinky promise.”

Hakoda and Kya linked fingers with her and shook.

“We pinky promise.”

~*~

It took Kya some time to find the overgrown path again. It was already mid-morning by the time they arrived.

“Remember to be respectful and-”

“KATARA! SOKKA!” Zuko cheered, coupled by an excited noise from Azula.

Kya’s children bounced up and down excitedly as their friends ran up to the truck with Ursa following behind.

“Wait until I park!” Kya yelled while Sokka and Katara undid their seat belts.

The second she did, the siblings jumped out the truck and embraced their friends like they haven’t seen them in years. Their mothers laughed at the sweet interaction.

“Stay in the yard!” Ursa called after the children as they ran off.

“I hope it’s okay I brought them.”

“It’s perfect. My pups will not stop talking about them.”

“Mine too.”

The women shared another laugh as they walked up to the cabin. First order of business was checking in on her patient. Ozai sat up as soon as they came into the room.

“Kya.”

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but better.”

“That’s good news. It means the medicine is working.”

Kya sat down her bag then looked him over. The antibodies responded well to his body. All that was left was to wait for the broken leg to heal. She called Ursa in and told them the good news. She then told them she had to discuss something else of important. The couple grew tensed at Kya's serious tone.

“I don’t want to alarm you or make you feel unsafe, but Hakoda and I didn’t want to keep this from you.” Kya took a deep breath. “We know that you’re dragons.”

Ursa stood. ”What?!”

“We just found out yesterday by mistake.” Kya said quickly. “I swear on my mother’s grave no one else knows. And we intend to keep it that way.”

Ozai and Ursa exchanged worried glances.

“Can you give us a moment?” Ozai asked.

“Of course.”

After Kya left, Ursa sat down pressed her head against her balled up hands. Ozai pulled her into a hug, equally worried. He was still shaken up by the nightmare and this news was not helping.

“We have to leave.”

“Where?” Ursa croaked.

“We’ll think of something. We’ve always have.”

Ursa shook her head. “No. We have to stay.” She lifted her veil and gazed at him earnestly. "Ozai you're not well enough to walk yet, the pups are getting bigger by the day, and I'm pregnant. Where could we possibly go to fit all of our needs on such short notice?"

Deep down, Ozai knew his mate was right. It still did little to ease his worries. “It’s not that I don’t trust the Imiq family, but if they found out so easily then…”

“I know.” Ursa agreed.

Ozai cupped her cheek. “I’ll protect you and the pups with my life, my firelily.” He said firmly.

Ursa's resolve strengthened. “As will I.”

They made it this far. They'll survive whatever else comes their way.

~*~

Zuko and Azula were overjoyed to see their friends again. It’s been so long! They knew their Mama was coming back to check up on Daddy, but this was a pleasant surprise indeed!

“Why’d you take so long to visit us again?” Zuko asked.

“We got grounded!" Katara huffed. "Then Mom and Dad didn’t want us in the forest alone because of the murders and stuff.”

Zuko and Azula stiffened.

“But then they figured out you guys are dragons-”

“Not from us!” Sokka said quickly. “Dad’s like crazy smart.”

“So is Mom! I made them pinky promise not to tell.”

“They won’t. Wolf warrior’s honor.” Sokka raised his hand.

The siblings glanced at each other.

“Uh, are you two okay?” Sokka asked.

Katara stroked her braids. “You aren’t mad at us, are you?”

“No. We trust you guys and your Mama is really nice. She did save Daddy after all. It’s just…” Zuko glanced at the forest.

‘We have to tell them.’ Azula grunted.

‘Not now. They just got here.’

He pointed towards the stable. “Let’s go play over here. We didn’t show you the animals last time.”

They shifted into dragon form then carried the siblings over. The previous tension melted away as the children played with the animals. All was having fun except Azula, who the chickens kept running away from.

Katara giggled. “I don’t think they like you much.”

‘Stupid bird.’ Azula crossed her arms.

“You gotta lure them into a sense of complicacy. Like this.” Sokka squatted and waved his finger. “Here chick chick.”

The chicken bit his finger, causing him to yelp. The others doubled down laughing as Sokka sucked his finger.

“Stupid bird.”

After the tour, or more like after the animals got tired of the children and dragon pups playing with them and hid, Katara pulled out some of her dolls she brought along.

“Let's play pretend!” She handed Azula and Zuko each a doll.

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Aw Katara. I don’t wanna play with your stupid dolls.”

‘Me either.’ Azula held the doll away from her and stuck out her tongue.

Katara pouted. “I wanted all of us to play together…”

“I’ll play dolls with you.” Zuko wiggled his doll in front of Katara’s. “Hello! I'm Princess Strawberry! Let’s make flower crowns!”

Katara giggled. “Ok! We gotta collect them fast before the pirates come!”

Sokka and Azula rolled their eyes.

“Wanna go track stuff in the forest?” Sokka asked Azula.

Both of the dragon pups froze.

“W-We’re not allowed there anymore…” Zuko said nervously.

“Why not? Did your parents hear about the murders too?” Katara asked.

Azula and Zuko looked visibly nervous.

“T-There’s a monster in the forest. It attacked Daddy.”

The Imiq children gasped.

“It was really scary…” Zuko wrung his hands. “We heard Daddy scream during flying lessons and Mama had to carry him home."

Katara messed with her braids. “That's awful. I'm so glad Mr. Hong's okay now."

"Yeah..."

Sokka whipped out his wooden boomerang. “We have to kill it! Whenever there was a dangerous animal loose by the village, the hunters go out and kill it before it could hurt anyone else!”

“I bet it’s the same monster who killed the hikers!” Katara gasped. “We have to stop it!”

Sokka stuck his boomerang in his belt loop then took out his sketch book and pencil. “What does it look like?”

“Um, Lala was the only one to see it…”

Azula looked down and fidgeted with the ends of her bangs. She was still scared and wasn’t quite sure what she saw but if there was a chance to kill it and avenge Daddy, she had to try.

‘It was big. Like as big as Mama. And really really old. Not in a grandma way but… evil. It was old and evil. A-And it… it was like it knew me… As soon as I saw it, the monster… it…’

“It what?” Zuko asked quietly.

“Uh, could you repeat that in human talk?” Sokka asked awkwardly.

“Lala can’t speak human.”

Azula growled as fear shifted into anger. Just because she never tried didn’t mean she couldn’t!

“I-I… ccaannn… t-to… ta..t-tal… hu… h-hu….mon…s-sppp…chhh.”

The siblings stared at her for a beat. Even Zuko seemed confused by her warbled speech. Azula flushed with embarrassment. She turned her back to hide it.

“That was um… really good!” Katara said. “It took me a while to learn the common language also.”

“You still slur your vowels some.” Sokka shrugged, earning a dirty look from Katara. “Besides, I like your dragon growling way better! It’s so cool!”

“Super cool!”

Azula crossed her arms and huffed. Zuko stood in front of her.

‘Are you mad at me?’

‘No.’ she said harsher than she meant.

Azula’s heart sunk when Zuko whimpered some.

“What about the monster?” Katara pointed out.

Azula angrily stomped her foot as fire escaped her nostrils. ‘It’s a big stupid monster that Mama will eat for breakfast!’

Zuko translated for her.

“Big stupid…” Sokka underlined the words. “Got it.”

Katara looked over his shoulder. “I think it’s the same one who stole my snacks when we first came up here.”

“Snack stealer…” Sokka wrote down.

“Maybe we should let Mama handle the monster.” Zuko suggested nervously.

Azula huffed. ‘Let’s just play with the stupid dolls!’

She shoved one against Sokka’s chest.

“Aw man, I don’t wanna be Barf Betty.”

“That’s not her name!” Katara snatched the doll then threw an eye patch at him. “You can be the pirate.”

“Oh yes!”

“The pirate attacking the princesses’ castle guarded by the royal dragon protectors!”

Zuko and Azula grinned mischievously at Sokka, revealing their sharp teeth. Sokka swallowed.

“Oh no.”

~*~

Kya stood outside the room messing with her necklace and wondering if she made the right decision about telling them so soon. It would be devasting if the Hong family decided to move because of this. But deep down, Kya knew they had a right to know. She straightened up when Ursa opened the door.

“I believe I still owe you a cup of tea.”

Kya’s stomach unknotted some as she followed Ursa to the kitchen.

“We’ve decided to trust you and stay for now.” Ursa said while prepping the tea. “But please know, the danger is very real. We’ve managed to stay hidden from the dragon hunters this long but if word gets out…”

“I understand. Hakoda and I are here to help in any way we can.”

“…Even after finding out what we are?”

“Of course. Even more so actually. My mother used to tell me stories about water dragons protecting the Southern Water Tribe. I guess this is my way of thanking your ancestors.”

Ursa handed Kya a cup. “Sorry to break it to you, but I’m no water dragon.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Why go through all this trouble for people you just met?”

Kya rubbed her necklace again. “When I was little, my mother and I ran away from the Northern Water Tribe all the way to the South. We had to rely on the kindness of others to survive. Most were not kind, but I never forgot the ones who were. They saved our lives. I promised to do the same someday.”

Ursa remained quiet for a moment. “Why did you run away?”

“Many things, but mostly my father. He… well… I don’t like to talk about it.”

A pit settled in Ursa’s stomach as she thought about Ozai’s father. Even after all these years, he rarely brought the man up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Me too. It’s in the past now. My family is much safer and my mother lived the rest of her life in peace.”

Ursa blinked away tears. “T-That’s wonderful. Your mother was very brave.”

“You’re very brave too, Ursa.” Kya said earnestly.

Ursa flushed under her veils. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Could you tell me about the water dragons?”

“Absolutely.”Kya smiled. "The North has the Spirit Oasis and Tui and La's mortal forms to look after them. But the South had dragons.

~*~

To no one’s surprise, the simple check up turned into an all day visit. A light summer shower rolled in, forcing the children inside. They spent the rest of the time eating honey biscuits and drawing pictures and get well cards for Ozai. Ursa was nervous with Azula freely shifting back and forth in front of Kya and Zuko not covering his horns and scales, but the woman was absolutely fascinated.

After presenting the cards to a tired but grateful Ozai, the Imiq family decided to head home before the storm grew worse. Kya promised to return in a few days to check up on Ozai again. Goodbyes were not as tearful this time, knowing the children will see each other again soon. The rest of the evening flew by and soon it was time for bed.

Ursa and Zuko, who sneaked into his parent’s bed a few moments after lights out, fell asleep quickly. Both were exhausted from the busy day. Azula lingered at the doorway clutching a book and watched her father who was up reading by the lamp.

She shifted from foot to foot as anger and embarrassment bombarded her. Azula hated that it came to this, but her new friends couldn’t understand her and she was starting to feel left out. Still, Azula couldn’t help but feel she’s betraying the promise she made years ago.

“Blueberry?” Ozai looked up from his book. “What’s wrong dear? Did you have a nightmare?”

Azula shook her head.

Ozai set aside his book then pull back the blanket. “Come here.”

She shoved her book onto the bed then climbed in beside him. Ozai tucked her in then thumbed open the book assuming she wanted a story.

“Braving the Elements. Let’s see. Where were we last?”

Azula grabbed his arm and shook her head.

“You don’t want me to read to you?”

Azula grunted then took a deep breath, cheeks already flushing with embarrassment.

“T-Tea…ch.. meee…hu…mon… s-sp…eechhh.”

Ozai’s eyes widen. Azula actively refused learning human speech and honestly he gave up on the lessons years ago. He had a sneaking suspicion her sudden interest had to do with the Imiq children. Still, Ozai’s chest warmed with pride.

“Of course.” He smiled. “That was a very excellent first try.”

“N-No!”

Azula spoke quickly and alarmingly in dragon. Ozai couldn’t tell what she was saying as her sounds slurred together.

“Wait. Calm down-”

Azula balled up her fists and blew smoke out her nose. She worked very hard practicing that sentence and it still wasn’t good enough.

“B-Bad.”

So that’s what this was about.

“Listen, everyone learns at their own pace. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, you’ve already learned many words.” Ozai flipped to the beginning of the book. “Tell you what, we can study one hour each night right before bedtime. How’s that?”

Azula’s tension left as she nodded.

“Good.” Ozai kissed her head. “Now let’s get started.”

Chapter Text

Hakoda finished up the last touches of the crutch then tried it out. It was strong and firm. Perfect. He went inside and caught his children in the kitchen sneaking spoonfulls of ice cream.

“Sokka. Katara.” he said, causing the siblings to jump.

“We were making sure it was still frozen!” Sokka said quickly.

“A-And if there were enough sprinkles!” Katara added. Sokka nudged her side to quiet her.

Hakoda’s frown didn’t last long when he saw bits of colorful ice cream smeared their faces.

“Be sure to leave some for your friends okay. They can’t try it if you eat it all.”

“Okay dad!”

Hakoda shook his head while still laughing as he made his way to office. There, Kya was triple checking the medicine dosage.

“What do you think?” Hakoda showed her the crutch.

Kya raised a brow. “It’s really nice but Ozai needs more rest before he can start walking again.”

“It’s been nearly a week. Trust me, he’s got to be stirred crazy by now.”

“You mean like yourself when refused to rest your ankle and sprained it again while playing tag with the kids?”

“Exactly.”

Kya smiled and rolled her eyes then returned to inspecting the bottles. “I just wish I could check on him in person. I’m glad more people are coming to the clinic now but…” She sighed.

“I understand. We’ll all get to go soon enough.”

Kya hummed in agreement. After finishing packing and sharing a quick goodbye kiss, Hakoda and the kids drove off while Kya prepared to open the clinic for the day. Moments after she flipped over the Open sign, the door chimes went off as someone walked in.

“Mr. Mushi! Good to see you again.” Kya smiled.

“Likewise Kya.” He held up a container full of neatly tied tea leaves. “I brought over some a blend for you to sample.”

“Always a treat.” Kya gratefully accepted the gift. “Your peppermint blend does wonders for my head.”

“I’m so glad to hear. Good tea is its own reward.” He beamed proudly.

“Have you considered opening a shop in town? I know the folks around here would love it.”

“Oh that would be a dream come true.”

“You should! I can help you sort out the finances and technical stuff. And Hakoda and Ozai could help with the furniture.”

The man stiffened. “Ozai?”

“He’s a friend of ours that drops by from time to time.”

He hummed.

“Well, the tea shop idea sounds wonderful. But I must help my father with his work first.”

“What does he do?”

“Photography.”

“Well, if you ever change your mind.”

He gave her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I promise you Kya, once my business with my father is complete, I’ll do it.”

~*~

“NO! YOU CAN’T!”

“Darling, the hen is old and can no longer lay eggs. We really need fresh protein for the baby.” Ursa tried to soothe over. “She won’t feel a thing. I promise.”

Zuko held the chicken closer then hissed at Ursa. “Lady Marmalade is my friend! I won’t let you eat her!!!”

Ursa sighed wearily. She knew she should have gotten the chicken before the pups woke up but the cramps were particularly bad last night and kept her awake for hours. Azula snuck up from behind and tried to pounce Zuko but he dodged at the last second.

‘GIMME THAT CHICKEN! I’M SICK OF BEEF JERKY!’

“NO!!!”

He ran away screaming as Azula chased him, threating to eat both of them. Ursa rubbed her stomach as a wave of nausea hit her. She needed fresh meat soon. They just ran out and Ursa didn’t want to break into the winter reserves. And with Zuko refusing to let them eat any of the farm animals, that only meant one thing.

Returning to the forest.

Ursa shuddered. It’s been quiet ever since the attack but that did not mean the creature had left. It could be waiting them out. Anger rose up longer she thought about it. Once the new pup arrived and she recovered, Ursa determined to hunt the creature down and kill it for good.

A loud thud snapped Ursa out of her thoughts. Alarmed, she rushed over to the source. Her fear shifted to annoyance when she saw her mate out of bed and leaning against the wall.

“Ozai!”

“I’m fine. It was just a chair.”

“You should be resting.” Ursa helped him to the bed littered with books, notepads, and Pai Sho game pieces. “Kya said you have to stay off your feet for another week.”

“I told you I’m fine. Just a bit slow. That’s all.” Ozai tried to get up again. “I can still-“

He sucked in a breath when his leg shifted the wrong way.

“Ozai, my beloved mate, I will break your other leg if you don’t stay put.”

He sighed wearily and stopped squirming. “I just can’t… be useless.”

“You’re not. Rest is never idle.” Ursa said gentler.

Ozai turned his head unconvinced. He knew they were out of fresh meat and were breaking into rations. What good was he rotting in bed while his family struggled to pull through? If he didn’t let himself get attacked or fought off the creature better, they wouldn’t be in this mess. Azulon’s voice echoed in the back of his head.

You are useless brat still playing pretend.

Ursa guided his hand to her stomach. “Can you feel her?”

A small smile crept up as Ozai felt the faint movement; his spiraling thoughts now irrelevant.

“Her?”

“Mother’s intuition.” Ursa shrugged.

“Well, you were right about the last two.” Ozai kissed her stomach. “Everything’s going to be perfect by the time you arrive my dear.”

Ursa’s chest warmed at the thought. A familiar scent soon caught her attention.

“Oh! The Imiq family is here!” Ursa stood and pulled out her veil from the drawer.

“Why do you still wear that? They already know.”

“I know. Just… habit I suppose. I mean, I don’t exactly pass for human like the rest of you all.” She forced a laugh at the end.

“Ursa-“

“I better get going before the pups pounce them.” She headed out. “Stay off that leg!”

Ozai sucked his teeth. Moments later, Zuko climbed through the window.

“Zuko!“

“Daddy you gotta hide Lady Marmalade!” He shoved her against Ozai’s chest. “Mama and Lala are trying to eat her!”

“Zuko-“

The boy jumped back out the window, leaving Ozai behind with the frazzled chicken. He let out another long sigh.

“You like Pai Sho?”

~*~

Kya and the kids weren’t kidding about the Hong’s cabin being secluded. Hakoda was still able to find it with his children’s help. As they drew closer to the cabin, a figure quickly ran down the hill towards them. Hakoda gasped.

“AZULA!” Sokka and Katara cheered.

They sat down the bags they were carrying then ran to hug her. The dragon purred and nuzzled them affectionally. Hakoda watched in amazement. He didn’t doubt Kya’s words, but hearing and seeing up close were two completely different things. Spirits… she was nearly identical to the paintings except with claws instead of fins. Azula finally seemed to notice him and gave Hakoda a low warning growl.

“It’s cool, Azula. This is our dad.” Sokka explained. “He’s really good at keeping secrets! Like that time we forgot Gran-Gran’s present for Mother’s Day so we snuck out to-“

Hakoda cleared his throat.

“Right! Forget you heard that.”

Katara grabbed his arm and led him closer to Azula.

“Say hi to Azula!”

“Hello Azula.”

The dragon circled around him while sniffing. She then shifted into human form, furthering Hakoda’s amazement, then stared intensely at the pot Hakoda was carrying.

“Fishhh.”

The children exclaimed happily.

“Azula you spoke!” Katara beamed.

“She’s learning human.” Sokka explained to Hakoda.

“Ah, yes.” He had no idea what that meant.

Ursa caught up with them. “Hakoda! So good to finally meet you. And hello to you Katara and Sokka!”

“Hi Dragon Mama!” the siblings said at the same time.

“Same to you. Sorry Kya couldn’t make it. The clinic’s been very busy lately but she sent over some salmon and rice.” He handed her the pot.

“And ice cream!” Katara added.

“Oh what a life saver.” Ursa said, relieved.

Though the meat was cooked, it was just what they needed. Azula opened the lid and shoved a whole fish into her mouth.

“Azula! You need to ask first.” Ursa scolded.

“The sticky fingers strike again.” Hakoda smirked at his children who pretended not to know what he was talking about.

“Now say thank you to Mr. Hakoda for the food.”

The girl blew an annoyed puff of smoke then swallowed. “Da…dank you.”

Hakoda smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Azula shifted into dragon form and beckoned to the siblings to climb on. As the children raced off to find Zuko, Ursa ushered Hakoda inside.

“We’re still getting used to having visitors.” Ursa explained as she put away the food. “I think Ozai could really use the company though.”

“No worries. I’ll cheer him up.”

~*~

Ozai slid the white lotus tile across the board. “You’re move.”

Lady Marmalade warbled then pecked at the center.

“Already replaced me, huh?”

Ozai gasped when he saw his friend at the door. “Hakoda?!”

“Hey. Kya sent gifts.” He sat the bag of medicine on the nightstand. “And detailed instructions.”

Hakoda pulled out the piece of paper that unfolded into a long list of symptoms to look for and what to do for each.

“So, how have you’ve been holding up?”

“I’m playing Pai Sho with a chicken. And the chicken’s winning.”

Lady Marmalade let out an indignant squawk.

“You’ll be on your feet in no time. Especially with this.” Hakoda gave him the crutch.

“You made this for me?” Ozai traced over the moon and ocean carvings. “Will it work in the forest?”

“Technically, but it’ll be better to set up snares.”

“Right. Let’s go.” Ozai tried to get up with the crutch.

“Whoa wait there. You want both of our wives to kill us?”

Ozai huffed but knew Hakoda was right. His leg was still on fire from the attempt earlier.

“I really need to get back to hunting soon.”

Hakoda knew the feeling, having grown up in a hunting community himself.

“How about I set up some snares at the edge of the forest? That way you’ll still have a stable flow of game.”

Ozai nodded, gratefully. “Yes that would help greatly.”

“But first, we better tackle this list.” Hakoda waved the paper. “Then I get to play the Pai Sho winner.”

~*~

After going over the check throughs, applying the pain medicine, and playing a few rounds of Pai Sho until the drowsiness kicked in (with Lady Marmalade somehow winning every single game), Hakoda headed to his truck to get his hunting gear. He stopped by the kitchen to let Ursa know where he was going. On the counter was a tea kettle and an unopen jar of tea leaves.

“Ursa?”

She mentioned bringing over tea after completing her chores. Worried, Hakoda looked around but soon found her on the couch fast asleep. She looked peaceful despite the veil obscuring most of her face. Hakoda smiled as he thought about Kya’s pregnancies. Not wanting to wake her, Hakoda wrote a note then headed out.

The Earth Kingdom’s mountain forest was much different from the South Pole’s summer tundra. Regardless, prey acted the same no matter where in the world. All he needed was the right trap. As Hakoda set to work on the snares, his mind wandered back to hunting with his father before the last of the grassy tundra was plowed over for the Northern Water tribe’s factories and oil rigs.

His heart ached for his father who refused to leave the sacred lands and for the hunting memories he would never make with his own son. Hakoda showed Sokka what he could but the construction and civil unrest steadily encroaching on their daily lives made things difficult. Maybe Hakoda could teach him here in this forest. Katara and the Hong children as well.

Hakoda was already mentally making preparations when the forest fell unnaturally quiet and he suddenly felt like he was being watched. His instincts told him it was no animal. Cold water washed all over Hakoda. How could he have forgotten the first lesson his father taught him about hunting?!

Thinking quickly, he spat onto the dirt then used the mud to hastily paint the wolf spirit protection symbols on his forehead. Hakoda then sprang up and bared his knife. The world itself held her breath as seconds stretched into minutes. There was a faint hiss before the ground trembled lightly. Moments later, the forest returned to normal.

Hakoda slowly exhaled, relieved that it worked. Some questions were suddenly answered. He needed to get back to the cabin immediately!

~*~

Azulon dusted off the dirt and leaves then closely inspected the camera. The light had stopped blinking which meant the battery died. Azulon swore to himself. The previous cameras the Phoenix Clan used could record for days straight on very little power. Now he was reduced to the cheap store-brought brands. No matter. He’ll show those deserters once and for all. Poor equipment or not.

A chill ran down Azulon’s spine. He pulled out his sword and squared his shoulders.

“Show yourself.”

He glared further into the forest. To the untrained eye, there was nothing but foliage but years of hunting dragons taught Azulon otherwise. After all, demons attracted their own kind.

“I know you’re there, spirit. You won’t find me an easy meal. But perhaps, we can strike a deal.”

Azulon sliced open his hand then let the blood drip onto the ground.

“Blood for blood.”

There was a low hiss before the trees shifted and ground trembled. Azulon held his ground, prepared to fight back at any given moment. Finally, the trees parted revealing a hunched over elderly woman with large fangs protruding from its mouth and bright yellow eyes.

“Long time since I’ve seen a hunter.”

“Long time since I’ve had something to hunt.”

“Me too.” The spirit laughed.

It snatched his hand and roughly licked up the blood. Azulon repressed a shudder.

“You’re that human’s father. Similar blood.”

Azulon hardened. “Did you consume him?”

“Just a nimble. Are you here to avenge him?”

“No. I’m here to offer him to you. As well as the rest of the human town.”

The spirit raised its brows. “Oh?”

“Help me eliminate the dragons, and every human on this mountain will be yours’. No one will stop your feast.”

“I do not consume for substance, hunter. I’m very content hunting those who wander too far from home. Besides, why should I give up my favorite playthings? I’ve been watching them a long time and only just getting started with my game.”

“Including the half-breeds?”

The spirit licked its teeth. “Precious little things, aren’t they? I wonder if their blood is as sweet as their father. Oh, but they smell ripe just like their mother when scared.”

Azulon tightened his fists. He had to think fast.

“Is it worth the risk? I know what you are, Omukade. Only human saliva and dragon flame can harm you. And those ‘precious little things’ have both.”

The spirit hissed; it’s face cracking open as it grew taller and more centipede like.

“I know how to handle my playthings, hunter! Do not vex me!”

“I merely want to help. We both want the same thing. Give the human and dragon to me, and I will ensure their… offsprings… will never leave your forest. You’re hunt will never end.”

The Omukade studied Azulon carefully.

“After the dragoness gives birth and the pup is weaned.”

Azulon’s eyes widened. “There’s another?”

“Does this concern you?” The Omukade hissed delightfully. “She is your grand-“

“No. It’s not.” Azulon said through gritted teeth. “And never will be.”

The Omukade chuckled. “I like you, hunter. Your son and his dragoness for their delicious pups.”

Azulon nodded firmly.

“Until then, keep the blood flowing. The valley humans don’t wander far from home anymore and I don’t care for those ocean humans’ pagan rituals.”

“Neither do I.” Azulon grunted.

He wanted to ask more but knew it was unwise to push the limits. He was about to cut off his topknot as payment when the spirit tsked.

“What need I of honor payment from one who has none?”

Azulon narrowed his eyes. “What payment do you wish?”

“Blood.”

“I will fetch more valley humans for you by-“

“No hunter. Your blood.”

Azulon hesitated. Blood payments cannot be undone but if he refused now the Omukade would undoubtedly consume him whole.

“But of course, if you changed your mind…”

“No.” Azulon held out his wounded hand, still dripping with blood. “Take what you must.”

“Wise choice.”

Its tongue latched onto Azulon and took a few more swallows. Azulon felt his energy weaken with each one.

The Omukade grinned once finished. “See you soon, hunter.”

With that, the spirit slithered back into the forest. Moments later, bird songs returned and Azulon finally let himself breath. The sooner the world was rid of those demons, the better.

Chapter Text

Azulon returned to his truck parked on the winding road. Before he could retrieve his first aid kit, someone stumbled out the forest a few meters ahead. Azulon’s face twisted in disgust when he saw who it was.

“Hello there.” The Water Tribe man waved. “Do you need help?”

“Not from the likes of you.” Azulon spat.

The man bristled. His eyes darted to Azulon’s wounded hand that was already swelling and turning bright red.

“That looks like a pretty nasty infection. My wife’s a healer. She can-“

“What part of ‘I don’t need your help’ don’t you understand?! Or do I need speak slower for the water savage?”

The man glared angrily. “I was just trying to help, but since you clearly have things under control-“

Azulon scoffed. “Took you long enough. Be gone.”

The man threw him another dirty look before leaving. Azulon tsked. If only the Omukade wasn’t so picky. Then again, it does only eat actual humans, so Azulon couldn’t really fault it. After sanitizing and bandaging his burning hand, Azulon began the long journey back to the motel. There were many preparations that needed to be made for the new deal.

~*~

Now with Lady Marmalade safely taken care of, Zuko rushed over to the chicken coop to protect the others. He still couldn’t barely believe Mama and Lala wanted to eat them. The chickens weren’t random forest birds. They raised them from eggs for Agni’s sake! Zuko’s anger dissolved when he picked up two familiar scents. Sure enough, he found his favorite human friends by the field with Azula.

“Katara! Sokka!”

“Zuko!”

The children happily embraced each other.

“We were showing Azula our favorite books.” Katara passed one to him.

“The woman who cried an ocean.” Zuko read out loud. “What’s it about?”

Katara’s eyes lit up.

“Here we go.” Sokka rolled his eyes and smiled. He returned to braiding Azula’s snow white mane while she busied herself reading his world atlas. “Better get comfortable, hotshot. This one’s pretty long.”

Zuko sat down and gazed at Katara in wonder as she began the tale about the heartbroken girl who created the Southern Seas. She was nearing the exciting climax when Zuko picked up another scent. At the edge of the forest was a man kneeling down messing with a crate.

His heart dropped.

“HUNTER!!!”

He shot up, panicked. Zuko’s mind went back and forth on whether to make a break for the cabin to get his parents or attack and give his friends and sister time to escape.

“Whoa easy.” Katara stood in front of him with her arms raised. “Everything’s ok. It’s just our dad.”

The man looked over and stood. “You kids okay?!”

“Yeah Dad!” Sokka answered.

“What’s in that box?!” Zuko demanded.

“Looks like traps for small game like rabbits and squirrels.” Katara said gently.

Zuko sat down then curled in on himself. Azula shifted back into human form and hugged him as the Imiq siblings shared worried looks.

“You okay buddy?”

“Did you think Dad was a dragon hunter?”

Zuko whimpered.

“Dey… t-took him… once…” Azula said sadly.

She didn’t remember much from her early childhood, but she could never forget the scary moment her brother disappeared from the beach. Her parents’ hushed whisperers when they thought she was asleep filled in the rest of the terrible story.

Sokka and Katara joined the hug.

“We’ll make sure that never ever happens again.” Katara promised.

“I know I just…” Zuko wiped his eyes.

“Hey I know what will cheer you up.” Sokka smiled. “We brought ice cream!”

The dragon pups gave them confused looks.

“Ice cream?”

“Oh you guys are in for a real treat!”

They helped Zuko up and dragged him and Azula to the cabin while gushing over the frozen dessert. Zuko glanced behind him at the traps bordering the forest.

“He’ll make excellent bait for the she-demon.”

‘Zuzu? You okay?’ Azula hummed worriedly.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. They’re safe here.

‘I’m fine.’ He said reassuringly. ‘There are no dragon hunters in Arrowwood.’

~*~

Ursa woke up with a foggy haze dancing around her head. How long was she asleep? She glanced out the window and saw the sun was still up. That’s good news at least.

After checking on the children through the back window, she returned to the kitchen to finish making tea for her mate and Hakoda. Ursa started on a cup for herself before thinking forget it and ate the honey straight out the jar. Ozai always complained her tea was more honey than actual tea. It wasn’t her fault dragons weren’t designed for digesting leaves.

“It’s not just leaves, Ursa. Tea is aromatic beverage with a rich history and culture which you are dishonoring with all that Agni forsaken honey!” She mocked in a fake deep voice before giggling. “Still hot leaf juice.”

Something on the counter caught her eye. It was a note from Hakoda. Ursa began to skim it over when the front door swung open. Ursa gasped. She left her veil on the couch!

“Ursa?”

She ducked behind the counter right before Hakoda peered inside the kitchen. He lingered a brief moment scanning over the kitchen before heading towards the master bedroom. Ursa let out a sigh. That was close.

As she got up to retrieve her veil, shame and embarrassment crept up. Ozai was right about not needing to hide her dragon features around the Imiq family but the habits were what kept her alive this long.

Ursa soon found Hakoda talking quickly to a very confused and tired Ozai.

“What’s going on?”

“Ursa!” Hakoda gasped. “Good, I need to tell you something.”

“He said he… made mud for kites?” Ozai squinted his eyes, still confused.

“No, I said I made mud for rites. Protection rites!”

Ursa tilted her head. “I don’t follow.”

“Ok, let me start over. First off, I have an idea of what attacked Ozai.” He pointed to the wolf symbols on his face. “And I know how to stop it.”

Chapter Text

Iroh drummed his fingers as he mulled over Kya’s words. Opening up a tea shop in the valley town did sound tempting. Iroh grunted, snapping himself out of the daydream.

What was he thinking entertaining such an idea?

Kya may be one of the good water savages, but she was still under the dragons’ influence like the rest of her kind. Besides, even if Iroh did manage to get his father to settle down, he certainly wouldn’t set up shop here. Not in the very town his former brother used to provide for those unnatural bastards.

Out of the corner of his eye, Iroh saw the truck pull up. Deep in his gut, he knew something was wrong. He closed the laptop and rushed out in time to see his father staggered out of the driver’s door. He was sickly pale and eyes glazed over.

“Father!” Iroh caught him before he collapsed. “What happened?! Were you attacked?”

“Take me inside, son…”

Iroh carefully helped him to the bed then checked him over.

“Must be a fever. I’ll fetch you the healer.”

“Don’t you dare… drag a water savage here…” Azulon rasped.

“Father-“

“I’m not sick, boy! It’ll pass shortly.”

Iroh sighed. “At least allow me to prep you some tea then.”

Azulon grunted. “Fine.”

Iroh crossed the small room to the even smaller kitchen tucked in the back. As he prepped the tea, he couldn’t shake the dread welling up inside. Iroh shoved it aside. Right now, he needed to focus on keeping his father alive. He refused to lose the last of his family.

~*~

No sooner did the words leave Hakoda’s mouth, Ursa grabbed his shoulders and stared so intensely Hakoda could see her burning eyes through the black out veils.

“Tell. Me.” She growled.

“Uh…”

“Ursa-“ Ozai warned.

“That monster nearly killed you!” She snapped. “It needs to die!”

Hakoda winced as her grip tighten and hands heated up. Ursa quickly let go.

“Oh Agni! I-I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay.” Hakoda reassured her. “Trust me, I understand.”

He guided her to the side of the bed then began explaining his discoveries.

“At the Tribe before hunts, we would perform protection rituals to keep safe from wandering evil spirits. Today, I neglected to paint on the wolf spirit symbol and the forest shifted.”

“Shifted how?” Ursa asked carefully.

“The birds stopped singing; air tensed… it just felt wrong.”

Ozai and Ursa exchanged concerned looks as they both thought about that horrible day.

“Once I painted on the wolf spirit symbols, I heard something leave. Something large.” Hakoda continued. “I think whatever it was, it’s the creature that attacked you.”

“It does sound familiar.” Ozai mused.

“How do we kill it?” Ursa asked.

“You can’t kill a spirit. Only wound or put to sleep.”

“Okay, how do we do that?”

Hakoda scratched his chin. “Kya knows more about spirits than I do. I only know how to keep it at bay while hunting. It’ll may stalk you, but it won’t attack.”

Ursa hissed. “That’s not good enough.”

Ozai held her hand. “It is for now. We need access to the forest to get more meat for the pups. We can worry about killing it later.”

Ursa rubbed her aching head then nodded.

“How do we perform the protection rites?” Ozai asked.

“It’s quite simple actually. But first,” Hakoda grabbed a notebook and pen, “how are your art skills?”

~*~

Zuko purred happily as he licked another spoonful of ice cream, savoring the sweet berry flavor and candy sprinkles. The scary memory of dragon hunters and cramped boxes retreated back to the dark corners of his mind with each bite.

“So?” Katara asked expectingly.

“S’Delicious!” Zuko beamed.

Azula jerked her head back and roared. Katara and Zuko ducked to avoid the blue flames. She then pawed at her head and whined.

“Ohh brain freeze!” Sokka laughed through a mouthful.

“What’s a brain- ACK!“ Zuko winced as his head suddenly started to ache.

“That, my friend, a brain freeze.” Sokka pointed with his spoon. “Bet I can get an even bigger one!”

“No me!” Katara seconded.

The siblings shoveled down the rest of their ice cream. Soon enough, their heads started to hurt from all the cold.

“I SCREAM! YOU SCREAM! WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!!!” they chanted in unison.

Azula and Zuko roared along until Ursa marched in with her hands on her hips and an even worse headache.

“Outside. Now.” She pointed towards the door.

The children ran to the yard and continued their screaming match which soon turned into a dance contest until their sugar rush wore off. They collapsed in a pile with sore throats and tired bodies.

“Best. Summer. Ever.” Sokka sighed.

Katara glanced at him. “You said it was the worst.”

“Yeah. Before we had an ice cream dance party with dragons!”

“Who won anyway?” Zuko asked.

“Me.” Azula said matter-of-factly.

“Nuh-huh!”

“Sorry Zuko but she nailed the worm perfectly.” Katara said.

Azula stuck her tongue out at him.

Sokka punched Zuko’s arm. “Hey your worm was still very wormy.”

“Thanks!”

The girls burst out into giggles.

“What? It was! Wasn’t that the whole point!” Sokka asked defensively.

Katara sighed. “I’m gonna miss you guys when we go back to school.”

“Ugh don’t remind me.” Sokka rolled his eyes.

“You’ll still come play with us right?” Zuko asked worriedly.

“Of course!” Katara reassured them. “Just not as often though cause of homework and stuff.”

Azula flicked her tail as she thought. “What if… we… came too?”

Katara gasped. “Can you?”

“No.” Zuko sat up and glared at his sister. “We don’t go to human school.”

“Why not?”

“Because the dragon hunters-“

“No hunters… at s-school…”

“You don’t know that!”

“I mean, someone could still find out.” Sokka spoke up.

“Not if we helped them!” Katara countered.

“Yes… I… blend.” Azula shook her face, causing the blue scales to disappear.

“See! Now she just needs a hat. Or move her hair this way.” Katara brushed over Azula’s hair to cover her horns. “Ta-da!”

Zuko and Sokka side-eyed each other.

“It’s gonna take more than a new hairstyle, Katara.” Sokka pointed out.

“Yeah but-“

“Remember what Mr. Ozai said would happen if people found out.”

“ If. They won’t if we help!”

“Yes. I work… on my… humon… speech. Daddy said… I learn... fast…”

‘Lala you hate being human. We made a promise about not being around other humans, remember?’ Zuko said in dragon speech so he didn’t insult Sokka and Katara.

‘I want to hang out with my friends more. Plus I don’t want to be around here with that stupid baby.’

‘Lala-‘

“When school?” Azula asked Katara.

“Next month. We still have like two weeks left.”

Azula nodded. If she worked really hard, she’ll master human speech by then.

“Mama and Daddy won’t agree.” Zuko said firmly.

‘You don’t know that dum-dum!’ Azula growled.

‘Oh yeah?’ Zuko growled back. ‘Why don’t we go ask them then?!’

‘Fine!’

‘FINE!’

The dragon pups transformed and stomped back to the cabin, shoving each other along the way and leaving the confused Imiq siblings behind. Sokka pointed an accusing finger at Katara.

“This is all your fault for bring up school on a perfectly good summer day! What were you thinking?!”

“Well sorry for wanting to spend more time with our friends!”

“You should be when your idea might get them killed!”

Angry tears burned Katara’s eyes. “Take that back!”

“No. I’m telling Dad. Maybe he’ll talk some sense into you.”

“Not if I tell him first!” Katara shot past him.

“T-That doesn’t even make sense!!!” Sokka stammered. He groaned then ran to the cabin in hopes to beat his sister there. Good thing he was faster. Azula and Zuko’s lives depended on it!

~*~

The wolf spirit symbols were easy enough to remember. The wolf character on the forehead and markings under the eyes and on the chin. The prayer was simple enough to remember as well, even though Water Tounge was foreign to Ozai. Regardless, the information was a huge help. Ozai could tell Ursa was still annoyed and tired though. The pups and children’s sudden screaming contest a few minutes ago certainly didn’t help.

“You’re certain this will work?” Ozai asked.

Hakoda nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Then I say a test run is in order.” Ozai tried to get out of bed again.

Ursa threw him a dirty glare. “Don’t even think about it.”

Ozai sighed then flopped back onto the bed.

Hakoda chuckled. “Nice try buddy.”

Barking and scabbling sounded seconds before the door swung open and two dragon pups ran in bickering over each other. Ozai whistled sharply, causing Zuko and Azula to quiet down.

“Behave yourselves. We have guests.” He scolded.

‘Lala wants to go to human school with Katara and Sokka!’

‘Absolutely not!’ Ursa hissed.

‘But-‘ Azula started.

“No buts. Listen to your mother.” Ozai said firmly.

Hakoda watched as Ursa ushered them out the room.

“Amazing that you can understand Dragon.”

“I picked up a phrase here and there, but over all I have no idea what they’re saying.” Ozai admitted. “I tried learning, but I accidently said something offensive and Ursa didn’t speak to me for a week. She still won’t tell me what I said.”

The two laughed.

“Probably for the best.” Hakoda shrugged. “Sometimes I have no idea what my kids are talking about either.”

“DADDD!!!”

“Speaking of which.”

“Dad Katara just-“ A thud came from the bedroom door.

“Pull Sokka.” Hakoda chuckled.

The door flung opened. “Katara just-“

Katara covered his mouth earning a muffled yelp from him.

“Can Zuko and Azula come to school with us?! Please?! We’ll help keep the secret!”

“School?” Ozai frowned. “No, that’s far too dangerous.”

“But-“

“We have to respect Mr. Ozai’s decision. He knows what’s best for them. And let go of your brother.”

Katara sighed defeatedly then released Sokka. He hastily wiped his tongue with his sleeve.

“You got to start washing your hands!”

Hakoda stood. “Alright, it’s time we head back now before it gets late.”

The children pouted.

“You all are welcomed back at any time.” Ozai reassured them.

“Thanks Ozai. We’ll be back soon. That chicken owes me rematch.”

After saying goodbye, Hakoda let his kids run off to say bye to their friends while he collected the containers. The large ice cream tub was completely empty.

“Spirits, Kya’s gonna kill me.” Hakoda muttered.

“Hakoda.” Ursa walked up.

“Hey. We’re about to head out. Also, I’m sorry about the whole school stuff. Apparently, Zuko and Azula got the idea from my kids.”

“Don’t be. I’ll talk to them about it.” Ursa’s shoulders shagged. “I am truly sorry for burning you earlier.”

“Like I said, it’s okay. A little friendly fire never hurts anyone. One time during the Spirit Lights Festival, Kya sew some fire crackers to my parka as a joke then lit them. She didn’t realize they were the Extra Strong Super Glitter Rainbow ones. I swear, she doesn’t even let me near candles now.”

Hakoda and Ursa shared a laugh before the children came moping in not ready to leave yet. After reassuring them another playdate soon and waiting through the rounds of goodbye hugs, Hakoda took his kids back to the truck as Ursa brought hers to the bedroom for a talk. Upon seeing their downcast expressions, Ozai trilled softly and opened his arms. The dragon pups crawled in.

“I know you two want to go to school with your friends.” He started.

“Lala does. I told her you’d say no.”

Azula hissed at her brother.

“Hey, none of that.” Ursa sat down beside them and took off her veil. “Remember why we moved here in the first place? So bad people won’t find us.”

“The risk of someone finding out our dragon secret goes up if we’re around more humans.” Ozai added.

“So we stay forever?!” Azula snapped.

Ursa and Ozai looked at each other alarmed.

“We… we can go back to the forest now. Mr. Hakoda showed us a trick to keep the monster away.” Ursa said.

“I don’t want forest! I want school!!!” Azula leapt off the bed and ran out the room.

“Azula!”

“D-Do we really have to stay here forever?” Zuko asked quietly. “Can Katara and Sokka stay too?”

“They can visit.” Ozai tried to soothe over.

“But they can’t stay. No one can.”

He sadly left when his parents hesitated again. Ursa covered her eyes and cried.

“Firelily, it’s alright.” Ozai pulled her into a hug and caressed her head. “It’s normal for them to want to explore more. Humans are-”

“Social creatures. I know. I just… I don’t want anything bad to happen to them…”

Ozai swallowed as his own tears formed. “Me neither. We’ll be okay.” He rubbed her stomach. “All of us. I promise. Evil spirits and dragon hunters be damned.”

“You and that filthy mouth.”

“I’ve heard far worse from you, love.”

Ursa smiled then shook her head. “I need to check on the pups.”

“They need time alone. Rest here some.”

Ursa hummed. She was too tired to protest from the emotional rollercoaster the day had been. Ursa nuzzled closer to her mate after they laid down.

“Ozai…” Ursa whispered, as sleep pulled her under.

“Yes?”

“You’ll stay here with me, right?”

Ozai kissed her head. “Forever.”

Chapter Text

The air was cool with autumn already settling in. It had been weeks since the last day of summer when the Imiq family returned right before school. And it would be even longer before they came back.

Zuko stretched his wings as he sat on the roof and watched the sun slowly rise. Azula used to join him, but she stayed up late last night studying. Again. With his parents still asleep as well, Zuko found himself alone this morning once more.

He gazed out into the forest. It was hard to believe not long ago they were running freely there hunting small creatures and playing games. So much had changed since then. Zuko jumped down and angled his wings like Mama taught him. He landed softly then crept towards the forest boarder.

The bright orange and yellow trees towered above him, making the dragon feel small despite the several inches he had put on since last entering. But for some reason, Zuko wasn’t scared. He was nervous, of course, but not terrified. The forest housed the evil spirit, but also held food, and homes for the animals, and flowers that Mama and Katara liked so much. It couldn’t all be bad.

Zuko took a step forward, past the boarder. Then another.

He’ll be fast. Just a quick look around. Maybe snag an apple or two-

“ZUKO!”

The young dragon arched his back then whipped around to see Ozai on the porch leaning against his crutch. Zuko rushed back as quickly as he could. Guilt flooded him when he saw Ozai’s worried expression.

“You know you’re not supposed to enter the forest by yourself!”

Zuko shifted into human form then rubbed his tail nervously. “I-“

“You’re not even wearing the protection symbols!”

“I-I wasn’t going to go far!”

“You shouldn’t be going in at all! You know better!”

Zuko hung his head in shame and whimpered. Ozai sighed wearily.

“Come help me make breakfast.”

Zuko transformed into dragon form and sulked inside. Ozai held his mane and let the dragon guide him to the kitchen. His chest tightened when he saw how low in spirits his son was.

“Listen, I know things are hard and confusing right now but all will work out. I promise.”

Zuko nodded. He wanted to believe his father, but it was hard.

The two set to work getting breakfast ready; fried eggs, rabbit porridge, and toast with strawberry jam. A plate full of only meat was set aside for Ursa. As they set the table, Azula trudged in half asleep while carrying Sokka’s encyclopedia he let her borrow.

“Good morning, Blueberry.” Ozai kissed her head.

Azula mumbled a good morning and pushed the book onto the table before helping herself breakfast.

‘You missed sunrise again! Remember what Mama said about sunlight being the purest in the early morning. We need the sun’s energy to strengthen our wings.’

Azula ignored him and kept eating. Zuko scowled.

‘I don’t know why you bother with that stuff.’ He glared at the book. ‘They’re not gonna let you go to human school so it’s pointless.’

“You’re just jealous because I speak better common language than you.”

‘Well I’m a better flyer than you!’ Zuko growled.

“No growling at the table.” Ozai said firmly while he eased himself onto the seat.

“She started it!” Zuko pointed an accusing finger at Azula.

“No finger pointing either.”

Zuko crossed his arms and angrily exhaled smoke through his nose; a mannerism he picked up from Ursa. Ozai suppressed a smile at the thought. Speaking of which.

“Is Mama up yet?” Ozai asked his children.

“I heard her moving some.” Azula answered.

Ozai hummed. “You two continue breakfast. I’ll take a plate to her.”

He reached for his crutch when Zuko sprung up.

“I’ll do it!”

“Zuko-“

He darted into the kitchen before Ozai could finish. Zuko placed Ursa’s plate onto a tray alongside a cup of tea and the honey jar. He carefully walked out, balancing the tray in both hands.

“Got it?” Ozai asked.

Zuko chirped in response and disappeared into the hall. Once he left, Azula pulled out a stack of paper from the encyclopedia and gave it to Ozai.

“I finished the Rs last night.”

Ozai flipped through. The lines were straighter and characters more readable.

“You’ve greatly improved. Good work. Though be sure to get enough sleep. We agreed only an hour of studying before bedtime, remember? Blueberry?”

Ozai looked up and saw his daughter asleep with her head resting on the plate. Ozai smiled as he removed the plate and brushed the crumbs out of her hair. He then used his crutch to yank the blanket off the couch and draped it over her shoulders.

“Rest well, dear.”

Ozai took a sip of his tea, then frowned. It was a blend Kya brought over. The flavor was unique in a quiet subtle way but also vaguely familiar.

It tasted like home. Not the home here in the mountains but back in the Fire Nation.

Back when his mother was still alive.

Ozai shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He was just being nostalgic, that’s all. Yet, as he continued to sip the tea, Ozai couldn’t help but wonder.

~*~

Zuko carefully opened the bedroom door with his tail. ‘Mama?’

Ursa stirred and sat up. ‘Mmm that smells good.’ She purred.

‘Daddy and I made you breakfast.’ Zuko sat the tray down on the bed. ‘Here’s extra rabbit meat for the baby.’

‘Thank you darling.’ Ursa gave him a tired smile before wincing some.

‘The baby’s not hurting you again is she?!’

Ursa shook her head. ‘No. She woke up when she heard your voice.’ Ursa guided Zuko’s hand to her swollen stomach. ‘See. She’s saying good morning big brother!’

Zuko giggled. At least one of his sisters still liked him.

‘How much longer?’

Ursa poured extra honey into her tea. ‘A few more months I say. Spring most likely.’

Zuko pouted. ‘That’s so long from now.’

‘Cheer up, dragon pup. It’ll be here before you know it. Then we’ll throw a big party and invite the Imiq family to celebrate!’

‘Then we’ll go back flying lessons? I had a very good landing today.’

‘That’s wonderful! And yes. After the baby comes, we’ll continue.’

‘And… and me and Azula can go back into the forest?’

‘You know you two aren’t supposed to be there. You having been sneaking off, have you?’

‘No! I-I just want to know when…’

Ursa paused. She didn’t get a chance to talk to Kya in depth about the spirit with the children hovering so close by, but Ursa knew she could defeat it. She had to for her family’s sake.

‘Once I make sure the evil spirit is… gone.’ She rubbed his head and gave him a strip of rabbit meat. ‘Everything’s going to be okay, darling. Trust me.’

Zuko nibbled on the food. His parents kept saying that, but he wasn’t quite sure. All he could do was hope that they were right.

Chapter Text

Ozai settled down with a hot cup of tea as he watched the snowflakes quietly drift down. He was glad he went ahead and brought in the firewood last evening before the winter storm rolled in. Moments later, there was a knock at the door followed by excited whispering. Ozai chuckled, already knowing who it was. He sat aside his tea then opened the door.

“Hi Mr. Hong!” the Imiq siblings said at the same time.

“Hello Sokka and Katara.” Ozai said warmly as he let them inside. “Let me guess, you’re here for the pups?”

“Yep! It’s a snow day so it means we can stay all day!” Katara said excitedly. “Dad drove us up the road and we hiked the rest of the way here all by ourselves!”

“Impressive.”

“Dad also carved us some sleds!” Sokka pointed to the sleds he was trying to fit through the door.

“Sokka leave those outside! You’ll get the floor all dirty!”

He rolled his eyes but pushed them back out regardless. Ozai chuckled as he sat out more cups.

“Sledding you say?”

“Yeah! We’re going to teach Zuko and Azula how to race Water Tribe style!” Sokka posed dramatically.

“Are they still asleep?” Katara walked further in and looked around.

It was still early but the siblings wanted a head start so they’d have all day to play. She stopped short when she saw the three dragons curled up together on a pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fire place.

“Oh!” Katara gasped.

“What?” Sokka followed her. “Whoa!”

Katara shushed her brother. “They’re sleeping.”

“Hibernating actually.” Ozai ushered them to the kitchen table and poured them tea.

“Dragons hibernate?” Sokka asked. “Like bears?”

“Not exactly like bears but pretty similar. I was surprised too. They never did so when we lived in the Fire Nation so I suspect it’s the cold.”

“It’s not even that cold!” Sokka gasped.

“Yes it’s like Spring back home.” Katara agreed.

Ozai shook his head. “I’d never survive. I haven’t even seen snow until moving here.”

The siblings gaped at him. “What do you get in winter then?”

“Rain.” Ozai laughed at their shocked expressions.

“What do you do while they hibernate?” Katara asked.

“Tend to the house and wait for spring.”

The siblings exchanged sad glances.

“They don’t sleep the entire winter.” Ozai reassured them. “Zuko and Azula have more active days. We think they may grow out of it with time.”

“But you’re still alone most winter…” Sokka said quietly.

Ozai was silent for a moment. Winters were pretty rough, especially the first one up in the mountains. The solitude was similar to his childhood days spent home alone while his father and brother where out dragon hunting for months at a time. But that was not anything the children needed to hear. Before Ozai could come up with a reasonable response, Katara shot up.

“Spend the Spirit Lights festival with us!”

“Yeah you should come!”

Ozai blinked. “Spirit Lights?”

“It’s a Water Tribe holiday.” Katara explained. “At the beginning of each winter, the spirits of passed loved ones come to visit.”

“It’s actually the aurora borealis caused by charged particles colliding with gases in Earth's upper atmosphere.” Sokka interrupted.

“The point is!” Katara glared at her brother. “It’s a special time to spend with family and friends. No one’s supposed to be alone and since you’re our friend, you should spend it with us!”

Ozai hummed. “Well, if it’s okay with your parents.”

“They won’t mind. Mom’s been inviting people at the clinic but everyone has a different polite way to say no.” Sokka rolled his eyes.

Ozai sighed. “That’s Arrowwood for you.”

“So it’s settled.” Katara cheered. She then put her coat back on and headed towards the door. “C’mon Mr. Hong!”

“Is the celebration today?”

“No but I didn’t come all the way up here to not go sledding!”

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that.”

“How’d you forget when you insisted on pushing both sleds up here?”

Sokka made a face at her then tried to down his tea as quickly as possible. “Ah! Too hot!!!”

Katara rolled her eyes again. “So are you coming, Mr. Hong?”

Ozai swirled his tea around then thought why not. It’ll be a welcomed break from the mundane winter schedule.

“I’ll get my coat.”

~*~

Ozai stoked the fire then paused to massage his aching leg. Though sledding with the Imiq kids the a few days ago was a lot more fun than expected, in hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea. Ozai wasn’t as young as he used to be and though his leg healed, it never fully recovered from the evil spirit attack. Still, Ozai couldn’t say he completely regretted the little snow excursion. Hopefully, Zuko and Azula could join in next year. Once Ozai finished with the fire, he caressed Ursa’s snout.

“The Imiqs invited me over for to celebrate a Water Tribe holiday. I’ll return in a few hours, okay?”

Ursa exhaled slowly, but didn’t wake. Ozai leaned over and kissed her forehead. The pups stirred and whined. Ozai rubbed their heads.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

They woke up and whined again.

“You want to come too huh? Well if you are able to stay awake, I’ll bring the Imiqs over here for the celebration. How does that sound?”

They nodded, but the heavy sleep in their eyes said otherwise. Sure enough, Zuko drifted back to sleep seconds later. Azula shifted into human form with some strain then grabbed Ozai’s sleeve as she fought to stay awake.

“I wanna come to…”

“Blueberry, you know you can’t go into town.”

“But… I can talk… human now…”

“Yes, but it’s just to be safe. Besides, you can barely stay awake.”

“Can to… I did.. yesterday…”

Azula tried to stand but slumped down into Ozai’s arms.

“I think you should stay here.”

“Not… fair… I want… friends…”

Ozai swallowed the lump in his throat. “You will, someday. I’ll bring back gifts for you and Zuko so you two won’t feel left out, okay?”

Azula hummed. “Okay…”

Ozai laid her between Ursa and Zuko then wrapped a blanket around her.

“Stay warm. I’ll return soon.”

Ozai looked over his family once more before retrieving his coat and walking stick then headed out. Thankfully, the snow had lightened up some so he didn’t have as hard of a time making it to the main road. There sat Hakoda’s truck with the man standing by it waiting for him.

“Ready?” He grinned.

Ozai glanced back at the cabin then nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

~*~

It would be a lie to say Ozai wasn’t nervous. Despite being friends for months and coming over the to the Imiqs’ house numerous times, Ozai felt out of place. He wasn’t exactly social growing up. Turns out constantly ranting about both dragons and dragon hunting didn’t get you invited to parties.

Hakoda was still easygoing as ever with his terrible jokes and goodhearted teasing that eased Ozai’s nerves some. Apparently, his kids told him all about their sledding adventure which he found hilarious. It was nearing dusk by the time they arrived at the small house laughing about the whole matter. Kya, dressed in a fancy blue parka, greeted them warmly at the doorway.

“Thank you again for inviting me.”

“Nonsense! You’re part of the family now.” Kya waved them in. “I hope you’ve still been resting that leg.”

Ozai shared a nervous glance with Hakoda. “Absolutely.”

Kya narrowed her eyes suspiciously before the children ran in and saved them. They were also in traditional wear like their mother.

“Mr. Hong! You made it!”

“Did Azula and Zuko come to?”

Ozai shook his head. “No sorry. They’re still hibernating.”

“Hibernating?” Kya questioned.

“Like bears but not really.” Sokka answered. “More like raccoons and skunks who are less active in winter due to-”

“Yeah that’s great.” Katara interrupted as she grabbed Ozai’s hand and dragged him to the backyard. “Come see outside! We decorated it for the festival and even dug a fire pit!”

True to her word, the backyard area was converted to a true Southern Water Tribe campsite with seats surrounding the fire pit and instruments laid out. Katara explained the tradition of storytelling around the fire while waiting for the Spirit Lights to arrive. Ozai admitted it did sound fun.

Soon the festivities began. Kya gave Ozai a blanket made from seal skin to keep warm, which he greatly appreciated. Despite the bitter cold, he felt warm from the laughter and company.

“I wish Ursa and the pups were here to see this.” Ozai mentioned. “Maybe next year.”

“Oh! Oh!” Sokka waved his hand like he was in class. “I have an idea! What if we had another Spirit Lights festival in spring when they wake up!”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Sokka.” Hakoda said as Kya and Katara agreed. “What do you say, Ozai?”

He smiled. “They’ll love it.”

~*~

Iroh was at his wit’s end. Every time he’d nurse his father back to health, he would fall ill once again then brushed it off as nothing happened. Azulon didn’t have much time left. Iroh knew that. He was sure his father knew that also but didn’t care.

Well he did.

After Azulon fell asleep thanks to Iroh’s extra strong herbal tea, he bundled up and headed out to the Water Tribe healing clinic. Surely Kya could answer his questions.

Iroh shivered and coughed hard as the bitter wind hit him. The locals said it was only going to get worst. Agni, he’d never survive. After an eternity of trudging through the snow, Iroh finally made it to Healing Hands clinic. The was shocked to see it was closed. It could certainly be due to the awful weather.

“Closed for Spirit Lights Festival Observation.” Iroh read the sign on the door. “Spirit Lights?”

“Oh Mr. Mushi!” Kya leaned over the fence and waved. “Over here!”

Iroh carefully made his way over. He almost didn’t recognize her in the blue traditional parka lined with fur and beads.

“My son said he saw someone walk up to the front door and I figured it must have been you.” She said while struggling to open the gate. “I apologize. I don’t have the key on me. We’ll have to cut through the yard.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry to disturb you during your holiday.”

“It’s no problem. Let me guess, your father’s fever flared up again.”

“Unfortunately.” Iroh said grimly.

“I think I have the thing, but I would be able to treat him better if I could do an in-person visit.”

“Father is… particular about visitors.”

Kya hummed. They both knew what he was implying. Kya was disappointed but not surprised. The older generation was very stubborn and dead set in old ways. At least his son wasn’t like that.

“Ah, here we are!” Kya popped open the latched. “I’ve been getting on Hakoda about fixing this old thing for months. Please come in.”

“Thank you, Kya.”

In the yard were several bundled up figure huddled around a fire pit laughing and eating. Kya, being the ever diligent hostess, introduced them to Iroh. Her husband Hakoda, children Sokka and Katara, and family friend.

Mr. Hong.

He was just as bundled up as Iroh on top of being wrapped up in a gray fur blanket, but there was no mistaking those golden brown eyes and sharp features.

“Pleased to meet you.” He smiled politely.

Iroh coughed. “Likewise.”

Did he recognize him? Was he playing along to keep the peace?

“Please make yourself at home while I fetch the pills.” Kya guided Iroh to a seat close to the fire right beside him. “I’ll get something for that cough too.”

Iroh nodded his thanks. Katara followed her mother inside to help while Hakoda and Sokka continued the story. It was actually quite interesting. Iroh tried to lose himself in the story until he spoke.

“I take it this is your first winter as well.”

“Yes.” Iroh answered shortly.

“Fire Nation, right? The tea you made had a very unique flavor.”

What was he doing drinking his tea? Did he give it to his beasts as well? Iroh highly doubt they could even digest it.

“An old recipe from relatives there.”

“I thought so. It reminded me of my mother’s.” He spoke softer. “I thought I’d never had something like that again.”

Iroh’s heart twisted as spared him a glance. The man’s eyes harbored a familiar grief while he gazed into the fire. Iroh shivered as another gust of wind hit them. The man took off the blanket then wrapped it around Iroh.

“Here. I think you need this more than me.”

Iroh was too stunned to thank him. The boy he knew would never do such a thing for anyone. Now that he was uncovered, Iroh could get a better look. His eyes automatically landed on a long scar that ran across his left cheek.

Oh Agni…

“And that’s how Kuruk became the first ever Wolf Warrior!” Sokka exclaimed.

The adults applauded as Sokka bowed. Kya returned with the medicine.

“Here you are, Mr. Mushi.”

“Thank you.”

The little girl, Katara, jumped up and down excitedly. “Stay for my story, Mr. Mushi!”

“Seal pup, don’t force him. He just came to pick up medicine.”

“It’s quite alright. I can stay a bit longer.” Iroh said without thinking. He silently scolded himself for missing the perfect opportunity to leave without arousing to much suspicion. Katara cheered then began her tale.

One about Water Dragons.

Of course. Iroh nearly forgotten who he was with. He braced himself for ridiculous lies and blind worship, but the story was surprisingly emotional. Katara was quite the little storyteller. With her brother helping with props, she retold the ancient story of Water Dragons befriending the people of the Southern Water Tribe. It was eerily similar to the notes he found all those years ago. Iroh found himself tearing up at the end.

“Where did you hear this legend?” he asked.

“It’s no legend. It’s true! Gran-Gran told me! There used to be hundreds of water dragons before the Southern Raiders came and killed them all.”

Iroh’s breath hitched.

“It was a terrible horrible thing to do because dragons are cool and fun and don’t deserve to be hunted down just because some stupid people who don’t know anything think they can just barge in and-”

“Yes thank you, Katara.” Hakoda interrupted quickly while Sokka motioned at her to shut up.

She huffed and crossed her arms. “Well it’s true!”

“So Mr. Mushi, do you have any interesting stories you would like to share also?” Kya changed the subject.

Iroh traced the rim of his tea cup. “None come to mind, I’m afraid.”

“I have one.”

“Alright, let’s here it!” Hakoda clasped the man’s back.

As he took his place in front of the fire, Iroh noticed his limp and the way he favored a walking stick. Iroh’s heart twisted once again.

He told an old Fire Nation spirt tale about the Fire King Spirit falling in love with a human woman, despite their differences and the world frowning upon their relationship.

“Then Savita traveled to… I can’t remember where exactly.”

“The Mountain surrounded by eternal mist.” Iroh answered.

“That’s it! You heard this story before?”

Iroh gripped the blanket. “A long time ago. My mother used to tell it to me.”

“Mine’s too.”

He continued with Iroh filling in the gaps whenever his memory lagged.

“They then wed and had three children who became the sun, moon, and stars. Thus the world prospered in the Era of Balance and Peace their union brought.”

The Water Tribe family gave a standing ovation. Iroh found himself cheering along. It was soon time for the spirit lights to pass overhead. Hakoda had made a telescope to observe them with. As the children fought over who got to use it first, the man returned to his seat beside Iroh and gazed up at the sky.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Indeed.” Iroh agreed.

“Perhaps she will visit tonight.”

“Your mother?” Our mother.

“Yes.” He said quietly. “I don’t know how true the legends are, but it’s nice to think about. Almost as they’ve never left.”

“A beautiful thought indeed.” Iroh clutched his aching chest. “What I wouldn’t give to see my wife and son again.”

He closed his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I can’t possibly imagine.”

“No. You cannot.” Iroh snapped.

“Excuse me?”

Iroh glanced at the parents quelling their children not to far away then lowered his voice. “I’ve heard the rumors of you and your…demons.”

The man growled. “Think what you want, but I love my mate and children with all my heart. I know it’s not traditional, but I would do anything for them. Anything.” He brushed the scar on his cheek.

Iroh looked away as shame filled him. “I know.”

He rose and thanked Kya and Hakoda for their hospitality.

“Do you want to see the Spirit Lights first?” Kya asked.

“I’ll walk you.” Hakoda offered. “There could be black ice out.”

Iroh politely declined to both offers. He bowed then took his leave.

“Bye Mr. Mushi!” the Katara and Sokka waved.

“Goodbye children.”

He paused in front of the man who refused to look at him. Iroh wanted to say something, anything, but instead he left without another word. On the way out, Iroh overheard him speak to the others.

“I must leave as well. I promised Ursa and the pups I wouldn’t be long.”

“Of course. I’ll drive you.”

Iroh hardened as bitterness filled him with every step.

~*~

Only when Iroh walked into the motel room, did he realize he still had the fur blanket wrapped tightly around him. He sighed and shook off the snow. He would have to return it before father noticed. Iroh felt another wave of emotion as he recalled that man wrap the blanket around him. He had changed so much and was yet still the same.

They talked about mother. They told old spirit tales together. They were finally getting along after so so long.

Then he chose those demons over his own brother. Again.

But the scar and limp. The way he spoke so lovingly and protectively of them as only a husband and father could.

Azulon moaned. Iroh was by his side immediately, already opening the pill bottle.

“Father, hold on. I got-“

“Ilah…”

Iroh’s eyes watered. “Father it’s me. Your son, Iroh.”

“Ilah… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to… please… Ilah…”

Tears ran down Iroh’s cheeks. “Here. Swallow this father.”

He gave Azulon the pills and brought water to his lips.

“I’m sorry Ilah… I’m so sorry…” He muttered over and over before drifting off.

Iroh slid to the floor and pulled the fur blanket around him again. If he had been a better brother, then none of this would have happened. His family wouldn’t have been so broken and lost. Iroh wiped his face. Even if what the Imiqs’ said about dragons were true, it changed nothing.

He was still alone.

Chapter Text

The first day of spring was in itself a holiday in the Hong household. As the snow melted and flowers slowly blossom, life returned to the mountain cabin as well. Ozai was relieved to survived another long winter. Though it was much better this year thanks to the Imiqs, he was ready to interact with his family more. Which lied the problem.

Ursa had not woken up yet.

She slept all winter and well into the first weeks of Spring after the pups woke up. Ozai assured them it was because the baby was coming soon so Ursa needed extra rest, but he knew he couldn’t keep away the worry forever. Thankfully, Zuko and Azula were distracted with the Imiq’s family visit soon for the Second Spirit Lights festival.

Finally, the day came. Ozai struggled to focus on baking the latest batch of honey biscuits. The other two batches had burned in the oven. He was exhausted from the lack of sleep and taking care of two very agitated dragon pups alone. Mr. Mushi’s story of losing his wife and child played over and over in his head. Ozai hoped to Agni that he was being paranoid, and that Ursa’s prolong hibernation really was due to her pregnancy, but he couldn’t shake the thought.

Ozai vaguely remembered Zuko and Azula sprinting outside yelling about something or the other. He was suddenly startled awake by a bright flash of light.

Wait, when did he fall asleep?

Ozai groaned then pushed himself off the kitchen counter and made his way to the living room. There had been so many fights between the pups lately. Ozai was getting tired of breaking them up.

“You two better figure out how to get along before the Imiqs arrive or…”

He trailed off when he saw Ursa awake. She had shifted into human form and looked still exhausted.

“Good morning, honey.” She said through a stifled yawn. “Have the pups already woke up?”

“Ursa!” Ozai ran over and hugged her.

She laughed some then licked the smeared honey off his cheek. “You smell sweet.”

“Spirits, I missed you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. How are you feeling?” He cupped her cheeks.

Ursa gave him a tired smile. “I’m hanging in there.”

“And the baby?” Ozai placed a hand on Ursa’s stomach that had since grown.

“She’s a hyper little thing, really to pop out soon.”

Ozai’s eyes widen. Ursa grabbed his shirt collar.

“Don’t you dare freak out on me again. I still got a month or so left. We’re going to be fine.”

“R-Right. Yes. We are.”

“Also, your biscuits are burning.”

“My biscuits? What do you…” Ozai swore then ran to the kitchen to save the dessert.

Ursa chuckled as she eased herself to the couch and put on her robe. She honestly wanted to sleep a few more weeks, but knew her family was already missing her, and she them. Ursa rubbed her stomach as she took in the room. Pillows and blankets from their winter nest still littered the area.

“Saved them!” Ozai placed the evenly toasted biscuits on the stovetop then wiped his brow in relieve.

Ursa applauded. “What’s the occasion?”

“The Imiqs are coming over for the Spirit Lights Festival Spring edition. We were going to celebrate it by the garden.”

Both of them glanced out the windows at the sky heavy with storm clouds ready to burst at any second.

“We can celebrate here inside.” Ursa said.

“Are you sure?”

Ursa nodded. “It’s no problem. Besides, I don’t have the energy to transform again and clean the pups.” She raised a mischievous brow. “Unless, you want to?”

“Yeah right.” Ozai rolled his eyes.

Bathing Zuko and Azula was hard enough when they were tiny babies he could still pick up. Fire dragons and water did not mix.

“When are the Imiqs’ arriving-“

Ursa’s question answered by the pups shouting their friends’ names and bolting down the path. The parents chuckled and Ursa rubbed her stomach again while wincing some. Ozai was immediately by her side.

“If you’re not feeling up to it, we can reschedule. Or Hakoda and I can throw up a shelter and we’ll still have the party outside. Or-“

“Ozai. I’m fine. Really.” Ursa interrupted. “Bring them inside. I want to hear what this Spirit Lights festival is about.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Positive.” Ursa gave him a tired smile. “Everything will be fine.”

~*~

Sokka and Katara had only taken a few steps from the truck before they were pounced by the dragon pups now roughly the same size as polar bears. Thankfully, the plush grass and leaves broke their fall. Hakoda and the kids laughed goodheartedly while Kya fretted some.

“Careful!” she pressed. “I know we’re all excited to see each other again, but we must be mindful.”

Zuko whined apologetically while Azula transformed and bowed her head.

“We are sorry. It will not happen again.”

Hakoda raised his brows impressed. Azula’s Trade Language had greatly improved since he last saw her.

“Mom we’re fine!” Sokka crawled from under Zuko. “See! No scratches!”

“I know just…”

Hakoda placed a hand on her shoulder. “They’re alright.”

He gestured to Zuko helping Katara up with his snout. She laughed and rubbed his head causing him to purr. Kya slowly exhaled.

“Just a mother’s worry. That’s all.”

Zuko nuzzled and sniffed Kya’s hand. “Hello Zuko.” She chuckled.

“Brother greet them correctly!” Azula scolded.

He rolled his eyes and proceeded to the same to Hakoda before returning to the Imiq siblings who gushed over how big he has gotten since last visit. Azula scoffed then bowed again.

“Welcome to our humble home. Thank you for coming.” She said politely.

The parents shared amused glances. “Thank you for having us.”

Azula looked between them nervously. “Did I say it wrong?”

“No no.” Hakoda quickly reassured her. “There’s just no need to be so formal around friends.”

“That is what the book said in the manners section.” Azula scratched her chin. “Oh, and it said to help bring your stuff in!”

Azula darted around them and grabbed a large pot from the truck seat.

“Wait!” Kya warned. “It’s still hot…” She trailed off when Azula picked it up with her bare hands without so much as a reaction.

The parents watched her walk up to a waiting Zuko with Sokka and Katara on his back.

Hakoda smirked. “This is going to be a very interesting Spirit Lights Festival.”

~*~

Despite the weariness, Ursa was glad she woke up when she did. A moment later and she would have missed this interesting holiday.

Ozai asked them to excuse the mess, but the Imiq family didn’t mind. Part of the festival was bundling up and being cozy. What better way than in an actual dragon’s nest? Ursa’s heart warmed at their openness.

Sokka and Katara gave the dragons a lively retelling of the Spirit Lights history with colorful streamers they brought along. All the traditional stories were shared and food passed around. Kya shoveled out helpings of freshly made sea prune soup while the children played with the streamers.

“It’s a bit hot for the warm weather, but tradition’s tradition.” Kya gave Ozai a bowl full. “You left before the sea prunes finished fermenting. I’m so glad you get a chance to try it now!”

Ozai stared at the brown chunky soup and swallowed. “Thanks…”

Ursa tried some then purred. “Mmm it tastes like fish entrails!”

That did not help. Not wanting to be rude, Ozai braced himself then took a bite. The others laughed at his expression as it took all his will power not to spit it out.

Ursa happily stole his bowl. “More for me!”

“All yours.” He gladly surrendered.

“I’m hurt.” Hakoda placed a hand on his chest dramatically. “After all those Pai Sho games I let you win.”

Ozai rolled his eyes. “Oh spare me.”

“Don’t feel bad, Ozai. I’m told it’s an acquired taste for those outside the South.” Kya soothed over.

“I don’t see why. It’s amazing!” Ursa said. “Finally a fruit that tastes good!”

“You just like it because it tastes like fish.” Ozai teased.

“Exactly!”

Sokka and Katara came barreling over at the scent of sea prune soup, with the dragon pups close behind. Zuko and Azula had a similar reaction as their father, albeit less discrete, which meant Ursa got to finish off their portions also. She did not realize how hungry she was before and sea prunes were so much better than pickled fish reserves. Afterwards, Ursa felt herself nod off and body grow tired. She snapped up when Kya passed her a bag.

“What’s this?”

“A Spirit Lights’ gift!”

Ursa glanced over and noticed her children playing with their gifts. Everything felt fuzzy.

“Are you alright?” Kya asked concerningly.

“Hmm? Yes, yes. Just a bit tired, that’s all. Thank you for the gift.” Ursa opened the bag, revealing a bamboo hat with long flowing veils. “Oh, it’s beautiful!” She gasped.

“I’m glad.” Kya smiled. "It's from one of my favorite spirit tales. The Painted Lady."

“I feel terrible that I did not give you anything.”

“Are you kidding me? This is more than enough.” She gestured to their children and husbands having fun together. “I was worried about truly being accepted outside the South, but then we found you guys. So thank you.”

Ursa’s eyes teared up as she hugged Kya. “I should be the one thanking you. You all have been nothing but kind to us.”

She had all but given up on other humans, but the Imiqs proved there was still hope out there. People who not hunt them down or treat them as monsters. People who would welcome her children with open arms. Ursa rubbed her stomach.

What a wonderful world to be born into.

~*~

Hours flew by as the celebration continued.

Ursa grew more and more exhausted. Ozai checked on her periodically, but she waved off his concerns not wanting to ruin the mood. Eventually, Ursa quietly excused herself while the others were distracted playing Pai Sho with the old hen Lady Marmalade.

She shakily eased her way down the hall as the cramps grew worse than they ever had before. Ursa ripped off her veil as sweat drenched her skin and head spun. She scarcely remembered detouring it to the bathroom sink and gripping the edges as nausea hit her in waves.

Suddenly, everything went black.

Chapter Text

The dragon pups were the first to noticed something was wrong. They stopped laughing immediately, coupled by flatten ears and alarmed expressions. Ozai glanced around and saw that Ursa was missing. Concern quickly filled him as he grabbed his crutch.

“I’m going to check on Ursa.”

Azula followed her father, leaving their confused houseguests with Zuko.

“What’s wrong?” Katara asked.

Zuko rubbed his tail nervously. “It’s Mama. She-“

“URSA!”

The family quickly rushed over to the bathroom. Azula stood frozen staring at Ozai who was cradling a barely unconscious and bruised Ursa. She was breathing hard with a pained expression as blood pooled from between her legs.

“Stay with me! Ursa!!!” Ozai panicked.

“Help me get her into the tub!” Kya ordered.

She lifted her legs while Ozai supported her other side.

“MAMA!” Zuko lunged forward, but Hakoda caught him.

“Whoa there! Let’s give them space.”

“Sokka get my kit from the truck! Hurry!”

The boy took off while Hakoda picked up a crying panicked Zuko and ushered the girls to the front porch. Katara held Azula’s hand who was too shock to react. Zuko squirmed his way out of Hakoda’s arms, transformed into a dragon, and ran off. Hakoda started to go after him, but when the dragon pup stopped and howled up at the sky; the rolling thunder drowned out his roars. Just then, Sokka came sprinting back with Kya’s bag. Hakoda took the med kit from him and told him to wait on the porch with the others before disappearing inside.

Sokka sat beside his friend and sister then wordlessly held Azula’s other hand. No one knew how much time passed. After a while, Zuko returned in human form, soaked with bloodshot eyes and raw throat. The others welcomed him into the huddle, not caring about the rainwater. Eventually, the front door opened and Hakoda stepped out. The children perked up immediately.

“Mama Dragon?! Is she…?” Katara ventured.

“She’s…” Hakoda hesitated. “Kya and Ozai are taking good care of her. It’s late. I’m gonna take all you kids home.”

The children looked at each other confused.

“Me and Azula too?” Zuko asked.

Hakoda nodded. “Your Dad gave the go ahead. Don’t want you sleeping on the porch any longer.” He knelt down. “We’ll look after you two. Right guys?”

“Yeah! No one gets past us!” Sokka agreed.

Katara patted their hands. “We triple pinky promise.”

Zuko nodded nervously while Azula merely stared. She supposed she should feel something, but everything was just so… numb.

The drive to the valley flew by. It was hard to see anything in town because of the storm. Hakoda led the children inside and lit the fireplace. The dragon pups gawked at the Imiq’s house. The living quarters was smaller than their cabin, but cozy and covered in Water Tribe decorations and various shades of blue. While Katara and Sokka changed into their pajamas, Hakoda brought over towels and extra clothes for Zuko and Azula. His heart tightened at their somber expressions.

“Your Mom is in good care. I promise.” He reassured them once they were settled. “She would want us to keep having a good time. So you know what that means.”

Hakoda ducked into the kitchen then returned with a large carton.

“Ice Cream for supper!”

Sokka and Katara cheered while Zuko smiled some. Azula only continued to stare blankly. Hakoda passed out bowls and spoons then help them make a nest of pillows and blankets by the fireplace. He then told them more Water Tribe stories of brave heroes and miraculous healings until they fell asleep a little after midnight.

Hakoda was utterly exhausted. He close to falling asleep himself on the floor beside the children when his phone vibrated. Hakoda shot up when he saw it was Kya. He stepped outside and quietly closed the door before answering.

“Hey. Everything alright?”

“The baby came prematurely and was in a breech position. It was a lot of touch and go, but we just got the little one out.”

“Are they…”

“The baby’s healthy, given the circumstances. Ozai’s a bit shaken, but he did good. Was a big help.” Kya’s voice lowered. “Ursa lost a lot of blood though. It’s going to take her much longer to recover.”

“I see. But other than that, good news?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you?”

“Tired.” Kya said bluntly. “You?”

“Same.” Hakoda chuckled. “Just got the kids down.”

“Good. Don’t bring them back first thing in the morning. We still need to clean up.” She sighed. “A lot.”

“How’s around noon?”

“That’s good.”

“Great. You did amazing, Dr. Kya.”

“Please… I’m not an actual doctor...”

“Nonsense. You think those Northen stiff-necks could deliver a breeched dragon baby on such short notice? They’d scream more than the baby.”

Kya snorted. “Thanks. You always know what to say, Koda. Love you.”

“Love you too. See you soon.”

Hakoda hung up then let out a long tired sigh. After collecting himself and whispering a grateful prayer to Tui, he slipped back inside. Hakoda startled some when he saw Azula on the other side of the door, watching intensely. He couldn’t tell if her eyes were glassy from tears or reflecting the night lights.

“Azula, you spooked me.” Hakoda knelt down. “Guess you heard that, huh?”

“Is Mama going to die?” she whispered shakily. “Mrs. Kya said she lost a lot of blood.”

“Your mama is going to be just fine. She just needs to rest.”

“But blood attracts the monster.”

“Monster?”

“The one that watches.”

Hakoda’s breath hitched. She must have seen the evil spirit that lurked in the forest.

“We have the protection symbols, remember? It won’t go near the cabin or your family.”

Azula rubbed her tail.

“Come.” Hakoda held her hand and guided her to the kitchen. There he got her a glass of warm milk. “You’re a big sister now. Isn’t that exciting?”

Azula shot him an annoyed look then sipped the milk.

Hakoda chuckled. “I get it. Little siblings are annoying, but you love them regardless.”

Azula grunted. The baby had done nothing but hurt Mama. How could she ever love something like that? As far as Azula was concerned, the baby was no different than the monster. At least the monster knew how to wait its turn.

After finishing her milk, Azula let Hakoda guide her back to the makeshift nest. She quickly fell asleep and dreamt of forests that reeked of her family’s blood and cold eyes that never left her.

Chapter Text

An upbeat tune drifted in, causing Zuko to stir in his sleep. He wearily cracked his eyes open, confused by the change of scenery covered in familiar scents. Before he could place anything, Katara walked in still in her pajamas.

“Zuko! You’re awake!”

He rubbed his eyes sluggishly. “What happened?”

“Dad’s letting you and Azula stay here, remember?”

He glanced at his sister curled up on the blankets beside him. “Oh.”

“Dad’s still asleep,” she gestured to Hakoda passed out on the couch, “but me and Sokka’s favorite show is about to start.”

She pointed to the T.V. mounted on the wall. Zuko scratched his head. He’d seen T.V.s before, but never really sat down and watched anything. They didn’t have any in the cabin, so he never gave them much thought.

Curious, Zuko followed Katara to their own little nest in front of the T.V. Sokka was already there glued to the screen. Colorful images weird looking animals flashed by as the upbeat music picked up followed by a catchy song.

“What’s a… junior mutant samurai turtleduck?” Zuko asked.

“Oh! They’re pets that were mutated by evil aliens then adopted by a samurai hamster who taught them the ancient ways of the Sun Warrior clan.” Katara answered. “And now they fight bad guys like The Slicer and aliens trying to take over the world!”

“They also live in sewers and eat pizza to power up.”

“And they’re super cute!”

“Oh…” Zuko gawked at the screen. “Are they ducks with turtle parts or turtles with duck parts?”

The siblings immediately started arguing. It was a deep-seeded debate in the fandom and neither Sokka nor Katara were willing to back down from their chosen sides. Zuko soon tuned them out and focused on the show.

It was amazing! The fight scenes were so action packed and exciting, characters both funny and engaging, and villains scary but not in a bad way that would keep Zuko up at night. Most of all, it was so relatable. The turtleducks felt insecure about their otherness, but their samurai hamster father encouraged them to embrace it. In return, they were able to stop the bad guys and save the city every time. Hope swelled in Zuko’s chest.

He almost didn’t notice Azula joining them. Zuko excitedly explained the plot to her, but she was disinterested.

‘Mr. Imiq said Mama lost a lot of blood.’

Zuko’s heart dropped. It was the first time Azula spoke in dragon in a long while, and the news couldn’t be more heralding.

‘I-Is she okay?’

‘I guess.’

Zuko hummed. That’s good, right?

'What about the baby?'

Azula snorted then curled up on herself. Zuko grew more worried. Wanting answers, he veered around Sokka and Katara who were still arguing and shook Hakoda. When he didn’t wake up, Zuko pulled his ear like Mama did whenever they slept in too late.

“Gah!!!” Hakoda shot up while rubbing his ear and saw Zuko with his claws still pinched. “Zuko did you just-“

“Are Mama and the baby okay?! Azula said there was lots of blood!”

Katara and Sokka stopped fighting and ran over, equally alarmed.

“What happened?!”

“What did mom say?! Did you talk to her yet?!”

“Easy. Easy.” Hakoda waved his hands. “Yes, I talked to your mom last night. She said both Mrs. Hong and the baby are fine.”

The children cheered.

“Let’s go see them!” Zuko started for the door before Hakoda stopped him.

“Whoa there. They need time to rest. We’ll head up this afternoon.”

“But that’s so long from now!” Zuko protested.

“No it’s not. That’s only 10 episodes of Junior Mutant Samurai Turtleducks.” He smirked at his children. “Which I see you’ve already started without me.”

“We didn’t want to wake you.”

Hakoda rubbed his son’s head. “Thanks cub. How about some breakfast?”

“Yay!” the three of them cheered.

After Hakoda left, Zuko shook Azula awake. ‘Mr. Imiq said Mama and the baby are okay!’

Azula huffed and pulled the blankets over her head.

‘Lala?’ Zuko poked her. ‘Didn’t you hear me? Mama and the baby are okay.’

Zuko growled when she didn’t respond. Why was she acting like she didn’t care? Come to think of it, Azula barely reacted when Mama fainted in the first place.

Anger swelled up.

Did she not care about them anymore? Did she think she was better now that she spoke better human speech?

‘Jerk! You don’t care about our family at all! ’ Zuko wacked her hard with his tail.

Azula hissed and pounced him. Soon a fight broke out.

“Stop wrestling! You’re missing the show!”

Katara went to break them up but Sokka pulled her back, already on edge.

“I don’t think it’s just wrestling.” He said lowly. “Guys! Knock it off!”

The sibling ignored them as they continued to bite and claw each other. Forgetting where they were, they transformed right in the middle of the living room.

~*~

This was the place.

Azulon knew this was where his son was getting the medicine from. He decided to do his own investigation while Iroh ran errands in another town. Azulon feared his son was growing too soft. He dare not make that mistake again.

Azulon glowered at the townhouse succumbed to Water Tribe savagery. His frown deepened when he saw the close sign on the door. No, that simply won’t do. After sucking in a breath, Azulon knocked firmly. The man Azulon met briefly in the forest appeared at the door, wiping his hands clean with a rag.

“Sorry we’re- you!”

“Yes me. Are you going to let me inside before I catch my death in this cold?” Azulon snapped.

“I thought you didn’t need help from ‘my kind’.”

Azulon sighed internally. Must the Pole Tribal make things more difficult?

“As much as it pains me, some things cannot be ignored.” Azulon unwrapped his bandages to reveal the tender red flesh on his hand.

The man whistle lowly. “That’s a pretty nasty bite.”

“You have no idea.” Azulon sneered before steeling himself. “My son has been retrieving medicine here to treat it, but he had since fallen ill.”

“Oh, you’re Mushi’s father.”

“Yes.” Azulon clinched his fist. “And that’s Mr. Mushi to you.”

Hakoda pointedly ignored the last statement. “My wife might have something prepped. Wait here, I’ll go check.”

“Is she not here?”

“She tending to another patient right now.”

Loud thumping from the upper floor bled through the walls. Azulon raised a brow.

The man chuckled awkwardly. “My kids. You know how they can get sometimes.”

“I don’t actually. I actually raised mine to be civil. Though I can see why that is out of your ability.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Yet, you still buy medicine from us. Funny, isn’t it?”

Azulon glared back. There was a tense brief stare down before an even larger crash upstairs rattled the house.

“La drown!” The man swore.

“Oh my. That sounded serious.”

“I have to go!”

He slammed the door shut and ran up the stairs. Azulon pushed the door back open. He stuffed a handkerchief in the lock while the man was distracted. Look like he got his chance sooner than expected.

Azulon slipped in and set up his cameras. One in the waiting room fake plant. One on the front desk right under the ledge. The office and lab doors were locked so he crept upstairs and found the kitchen with five bowls set out. Iroh mentioned the savages had two children. So who were the extra two bowls for?

Azulon had a sneaking suspension.

“What the-“

Azulon flinched before realizing the cry came from another room. He stuck a camera on a cabinet door that blended perfectly with the wood, then quickly saw himself out.

Soon, this long hunt would be completed.

~*~

The two dragons crouched down in the small room, growling at each other. Sokka and Katara squeezed between them and grabbed Azula and Zuko’s snouts respectively.

“Hey calm down. Easy.”

“Don’t fight here. Please.”

The dragons blinked back to awareness and transformed back right when Hakoda threw the door open.

“What the-“

The room was a complete mess. Photo frames shattered on the floor, torn up pillows and blankets, and the couch was flipped over. All the kids looked at him like deer in headlights.

“Tui and La. What happened?!”

“We were uh…” Sokka started.

“Playing Junior Mutant Samurai Turtleducks!” Katara said quickly.

“Yeah! We acted out the scene when The Slicer attacked the turtleducks with his army of giant robots!”

“Zuko and Azula were the robots so they went dragon to be more accurate!”

Hakoda pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. Ozai had mentioned parenting dragon children was challenging to say the least, but he never imaged they’d make this big of a mess in such a short time.

“We’re sorry Mr. Imiq.” Azula apologized. “We got carried away.”

“S-Sorry…” Zuko seconded.

“Let’s save the dragon shifting for the mountains, okay guys?”

The children nodded and apologized again.

“Go to the kitchen and eat breakfast. And watch out for the glass shards. I’ll clean up.”

“I can help!” Sokka spoke up.

“No. Go on now.”

The children walked out with hung down heads and tails between their legs. Zuko and Azula felt terrible for getting their friends in trouble, especially since they didn’t do anything wrong. They apologized to them personally while picking at the cereal Hakoda left out.

“It’s fine. Really. Dad’s not too mad.”

“He did sound pretty disappointed though…” Sokka muttered.

Katara kicked him under the table and mouthed shut up at him.

Azula pushed aside her food then laid her head on the table. She really should have known better. Sounding human wasn’t enough if she was still going to shift into dragon form and crush everything in a normal human house. She had to do better.

Zuko sniffed the air and frowned. “Do you smell that?”

The siblings sniffed around while Azula ignored him. “What?”

“That.” Zuko rummaged near the cabinets. “Smells weird.”

“Are you sure you’re not just smelling Sokka?” Katara snickered.

“Hey!”

“Not that type of weird. It’s-“

“Quit it Zuzu! We’ve caused enough damage!” Azula snapped.

“I- oh… yeah…” Zuko’s ears drooped.

Sokka and Katara gave each other worried looks.

“I know. Let’s give you a tour of our rooms!” Katara suggested.

“Yeah! Come on!”

They ushered the siblings out the kitchen. Zuko glanced back at the cabinets then shook his head.

He was just being paranoid like always.

Chapter Text

Hakoda wiped his brow after finally getting the couch back in the right position. The living room was in somewhat better shape now, though there was still a lot of work to be done. He decided to check on the kids. It had been quiet lately and that alone made him worry.

Out of habit, Hakoda glanced at the wall clock in the hall way, then swore.

It was almost noon!

“Kids!” He raced to the kitchen and found nothing but empty bowls in the sink. “Kids!”

“Yeah Dad?” Sokka stepped out of his room.

Hakoda breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the rest of them huddled around some opened books.

“Everyone get ready. It’s time to go see Mrs. Hong.”

Seconds after the words left his mouth, the children eagerly raced to the front door. Hakoda managed to catch them before they opened the door.

“Whoa easy.” He laughed. “Sokka, Katara, you’re still in your pajamas for Tui’s sake!”

The siblings looked down surprised. “Oh yeah.”

While they left to change, Hakoda searched for something to cover Zuko and Azula’s dragon features. He soon returned with two fluffy parkas and helped them get dress.

“I do not need it the hood.” Azula pointed to her banes styled in a way that hid her horns. “See.”

“I do.” Hakoda pulled on the hood. “Let’s wear it just to be safe, okay?”

Azula’s eyes dropped. “Okay…”

After waiting a few more minutes, Hakoda left to see what was taking his children so long. Azula sulked on the waiting room’s couch while Zuko explored the area. He saw the front door was adjured and pushed it open. Inside the lock was a handkerchief.

How strange. Zuko did not remember this practice in any of his books. Was this a Water Tribe tradition?

He pulled out the handkerchief and sniffed it. That weird smell again. It was two different scents; a strong salty smell that made his nose hurt and a fainter more realistic smell underneath. Something scratched at the back of Zuko’s mind. Where had he smell this before?

“Hello! Imiq boy!” a woman called, causing Zuko to jump. “Is your mother back yet? I need to place another order for…”

She trailed off when see saw Zuko’s wide golden eyes.

“Oh my.” She gasped.

Zuko slammed the door shut then ran over to his sister.

“Where’s Mr. Hakoda?!”

Azula shrugged, not looking up from the magazine filled with smiling models. Zuko glanced back at the door then to the hallway that lead to the stairs.

“I’m gonna go get him.”

He ran out without waiting for Azula’s response. Upstairs in Sokka’s room, he found Hakoda braiding Katara’s hair while rushing Sokka to pick an outfit already.

“Hey Zuko. We’re getting there.” Hakoda gave him a tired smile.

Before Zuko could tell him about the woman and handkerchief, Sokka held up two shirts.

“What do you think? Hockey jersey or wolf shirt?”

“Umm…”

“Just pick whichever is cleanest.” Hakoda rushed.

“But they’re both clean! Well kind of.” Sokka sniffed the shirts. “Which one, buddy?”

Zuko hummed. “I like wolves.”

“But it’s hockey season-”

“He said wolf. Put on the wolf shirt, Sokka.” Hakoda tied the end of Katara’s last braid. “There you go. Now let’s roll out!”

“Dad! You’re supposed to brush it first!” Katara complained then started undoing her braid. “Mom said it helps stimulate blood flow.”

Sokka held up two pairs of shoes. “White and blue sneakers or hunting boots?”

Hakoda pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed for the hundredth time that day. Zuko tugged on his sleeve.

“There’s someone outside-”

“Did they see you?!” Hakoda asked alarmed.

Zuko nodded.

Hakoda swore under his breath. “Alright. We need to leave now. Sokka put on your shoes.”

“Sneakers or-“

“Boots. Wear the boots. Katara, you can do your hair in the truck. Come on.”

Hakoda corralled the children downstairs where Azula was still waiting then check if the coast was clear. Mushi’s rude father was gone, thankfully, and no one else was around. Though knowing Arrowwood, there were probably some watching from the windows. There was nothing to be done about that. Hakoda brought the children to the truck then finally took off.

12:35 pm. Not too terribly late.

(They were very late. Kya was definitely going to bombard him with questions later.)

Zuko and Azula watched the town fly by from the window. It had been years since they’ve seen it in board daylight. Arrowwood looked just like the cozy towns in their storybooks. Once they reached the forest road, Katara asked Azula to help her with her hair.

Azula’s heart warmed. She read about this activity in her books. For dragons, it was merely part of cleaning, but for humans it was a kind gesture between friends and sisters, one that wasn’t taken lightly.

“Yes! It is my honor!”

“Hey can you do mine next?” Sokka joked.

Katara rolled her eyes. “Ignore him. Mr. I can’t even wear the same type of boots!”

“What does that-“ Sokka looked down and saw he was indeed wearing to different boots. “Aw man…”

“Sokka, do you usually put cloth in your doors?” Zuko asked.

“Uh no?”

“Huh.” Zuko was about to show him the handkerchief when the truck passed an old woman with huge teeth partly hidden in the foliage. Zuko flinched when their eyes met. “Did you see that?!”

“What?” Sokka asked.

“The…” Zuko sighed and settle down. “It was nothing. Nevermind.”

“We’re almost to your cabin.” Hakoda said reassuringly. “Aren’t you excited to see your mom and new baby sibling?”

Zuko nodded.

“Let’s focus on that then.”

Zuko took a deep breath, and mentally put aside all the strange things he had seen recently. Mr. Hakoda was right. He needed to focus on what was important.

~*~

Ozai swayed back and forth while cradling the small bundle in his arms.

“You just had to continue the tradition didn’t you, little one.” He wiped his daughter’s cheek. “You couldn’t give your Mama a break?”

She cooed and tried to eat his finger, earning soft laughter from the man. It was cute now, but Ozai knew from experience how fast those sharp little teeth grew. They’ll have to get her a chew toy soon, but for the moment, his finger was just fine.

“You’re not going to find any milk there, dear.”

Ozai glanced at a sleeping Ursa. He didn’t want to wake her just yet. The past 16 hours had been the hardest on her.

“I’m guessing the others weren’t smooth either.” Kya asked from her slump position on the other side of the bed.

Ozai let out a dry laugh. “That’s an understatement. Would you believe this was actually the tamest?”

“You’re kidding.” Kya gave him a dead stare.

“First time, Ursa nearly burned down the motel room while in labor. Second time was spent in a cave during a typhoon with a panicking toddler.”

Kya rubbed her aching head. “La drown, Ozai.”

“Indeed.” He sat down beside Ursa and brushed hair out of her bare face. “It was worth it though.”

Kya was once again amazed by this loving family. It was hard to believe just a year ago, she was scared and skeptical of them.

“It always is.”

A knock came from the door.

“I’ll get it.” Kya stood. “Must be Hakoda and the kids.”

She checked the window first before opening the door. Sure enough, there stood her weary looking husband with four excited children.

“Hey.” Kya greeted warmly.

Katara was the first to hug her, followed by Sokka. “Mom! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sweeties.” She then addressed Zuko and Azula. “Your parents and sister are in their room. Be careful because they’re-“

The siblings bolted past her before Kya could finish.

“…sleeping.” She shook her head while chuckling.

“What a wonderful idea.” Hakoda kissed her.

“Can we go meet the baby dragon?!” Katara asked excitedly.

“Let’s give the Hongs’ some privacy first. How about we get some lunch? I made some sandwiches earlier.”

“Oh thank Tui.” Sokka sighed. “Dad was taking forever getting ready this morning!”

Hakoda’s mouth fell open in utter disbelief while Kya laughed.

~*~

The siblings burst through the bedroom door and saw their parents resting on the bed. Ozai held a finger to his lips.

“Gently.” He extended his arms. “Come say hello to your baby sister.”

Zuko and Azula drew closer in complete awe. Neither had seen a real baby dragon in person. She was so tiny and plump with little pink horns and pink scales littering her body. Her golden eyes and black scuffs of hair made her look identical to Ozai and Zuko. So strange, yet so familiar.

She gawked at her siblings, just as curious of them as they were of her.

“It’s okay.” Ozai said softly. “Introduce yourselves.”

“H-Hello. Zuko here.” He said shyly. “Nice to meet you, baby.”

She smile and waved her hands, making Zuko feel better.

“She likes me!”

“Yes. She recognized your voice.” Ozai nodded to Azula, urging her to speak up.

“Uh… I am Azula.” She bowed. “Greetings.”

Wait, did babies know about bowing? Judging by her confused expression, Azula assumed they didn’t. She opted to shake her hand instead, but accidently squeezed too hard causing the baby to scream. Azula jerked her hand back and whimpered.

“Azula!” Zuko scolded.

“It’s alright.” Ozai comforted the baby. “She was just startled.”

Azula jumped onto the bed and curled up against Ursa. Why did she even bother in the first place?

Ursa woke up then stroke Azula’s head. “Good morning, darling.”

“Mama! Are you alright?” Zuko worriedly rushed to her side.

Mr. Hakoda said she was better, but Ursa still looked as pale and weary as before.

“I’m fine, darling.” She rubbed Zuko’s head. “Did you greet your sister?”

“Uh-huh.” Zuko nodded. “Lala made her cry.”

Azula huffed then turned her back.

“Don’t take it personally.” Ursa rubbed her head again. “Babies do that.”

“A lot. So get used to it.” Ozai added while trying to soothe the crying baby.

Azula rolled her eyes. Great. Just great.

“Oh, I know what that cry means.” Ursa held out her hands.

Ozai hesitated. “Are you up to it?”

“Honey, it’s fine. Don’t worry so much.”

Ozai gave it and passed her the baby. Zuko’s mouth fell open when Ursa started breastfeeding her. Azula refused to watch.

“What under Tui’s sky…” Zuko gasped.

‘This is how I used to feed you too, silly.’ Ursa purred.

He shuddered. Sokka was right about babies being gross.

“What’s her name?”

Ozai rested his head on the side of the bed and smiled at his wife. “Your turn, Firelily.”

Ursa hummed. “How about… Ilah.”

Ozai sat up as his eyes grew misty. Zuko looked between his parents.

“Who’s Ilah?”

“My mother…” Ozai breathed.

Azula faced them and shared a confused look with Zuko. This was the first time Daddy ever talked about his family. They just assumed he didn’t have one like Mama.

“It’s so formal.”

“A nickname then, for her pup years. But I really like Ilah.”

Ozai nodded and blinked away the tears. A deal was a deal after all. “Very well. Now for a nickname.”

“Not another fruit.” Zuko grumbled.

“What’s wrong with Strawberry?” Ozai teased and poked Zuko’s puffed out cheeks. “It’s cute.”

“It’s stupid!”

“You just don’t want to match with your sister.”

Zuko huffed while Ursa chuckled some. The baby finished feeding then barked excitedly, trying to copy her mother. The family laughed again except Azula, who rolled her eyes once more.

“How about Kiyi since she won’t shut up.”

‘Azula.’ Ursa growled disapprovingly.

The baby squealed and failed her arms around.

“I think she liked it.” Zuko tilted her head.

“Kiyi’s a fine nickname.” Ozai agreed.

Ursa raised a brow. “You want to go with that?”

“It’s my turn now. Unless you want another pup?”

“Oh no. That chapter is closed.” Ursa said firmly. “I am not forgetting my ginger root tea ever again.”

“What does tea have to do with anything?” Zuko asked, causing his parents to giggle.

“Nothing darling.” Ursa purred and tickled her little pup. “Kiyi it is, then.”