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Zuko remembers stories told in front of calm ponds, under rainstorms and in his mother’s and, eventually, his uncle’s arms. To him, stories mean silky pajamas and comfy bed sheets. Tales of dragons, of warriors and demons, inscribed in scrolls and told in plays. As time passes, the Hundred Years War becomes the stuff of legends, of stories. In a hundred, in a thousand years, who will remember, and how? Whatever he becomes - banished prince, tea server, firebending teacher, Fire Lord - he hopes he is remembered for being good.
Katara remembers stories told under warm furs, around crackling fires and in her mother’s and, eventually, her father’s arms. To her, stories mean soft parkas and comfy sleeping bags. Tales of Chiefs, of hunters and Spirits, whispered in waving hands and warm voices. As time passes, the Hundred Years War becomes the stuff of legends, of stories. In a hundred, in a thousand years, who will remember, and how? Whatever she becomes - Master, warrior, healer, Fire Lady - she hopes she is remembered for being good.
Soon enough, as years pass, they become the ones who tell stories. Stories of lovers in crystal caves, of princesses on the moon, of Avatars lost and found. They tell them to children - and, eventually, grandchildren - born from them, from silk and fire, from furs and water. And they’re happy.