Prologue
"It's sad." Zuko looked over at Katara who hid her face away from the scene before them. Zuko looked to the ground where his sister lay crying. Her whole body was shaking and the shackles caused her wrists to bruise and bleed. He shook his head.
"She had to be stopped. She was out of control." He shut his eyes. "What was Father thinking? How could he leave her alone like this?" Katara looked up at Zuko.
"What should we do?" Zuko left Katara's hold and made his way to his sister. He knelt down besides Azula and gently grabbed her chin. She jumped a bit but allowed him to move her head in order to meet his gaze. She looked terrible. Sweat tears and dirt covered her face and her hair stuck to her skin. Dark bags formed shadows under her puffy red eyes. Zuko opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his sister's shaky voice.
"I don't want to do this anymore ZuZu." She sniffed. "Please. Please just make it end." Zuko's eyes widened and his sister's whimpering plea.
"Ya, I've had enough to." Azula watched as her brother removed the shackles from her wrists. He then grabbed her by her forearms and lifted her to a standing position. Zuko slowly brought his little sister into a hug. "We will end it together Azula." Azula nodded and buried her face into the crook of his neck. "Come on, let's get you inside." The trio made their way into the palace and waited for the war to end.
