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Zuko sighed and closed his eyes, letting the frigid wind whip across his face. It had been five years since he had tasted the same fresh air and been out on the open sea with a crew that belonged only to him. He was headed to the Southern Water tribe, in the middle of winter nonetheless, to visit the friends he had made so long ago from his enemies. It had also been five years since he had seen either Katara or Sokka and when he finally worked up the opportunity for a break, he couldn't think of anywhere he would rather go.
As expected, Zuko had become a unrivaled Fire Lord, but with the added prestige came added stress. It had taken him a while to rebuild the Kingdom that his father and sister had neglected and win the trust and support of his people. Even now tension was high, but at least his advisers and attendants knew their places. For the first three years of his rule he was always watching his back, deflecting assassination attempts and mutiny from anyone close to him. He had n