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A/N: Hey guys. Well here's number three of the four oneshots. Again I'm trying something new with each one, so I hope you guys like it. I wrote this one for a friend on DH, Ignite. Hopefully I won't end up on too many people's hit lists. (This is where a smiley would be good :P ). Anyway, there's one more after this. If you guys think this one is dark, well...just wait. Anyway, on with with the...drabblish oneshot.

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The Death of the Fire Lord

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Ozai had fallen, killed by his daughter. This should have led to much rejoicing from the other nations, but it had not. For it was not Ozai the Avatar was meant to defeat. It was another he was meant to do battle with. Someone he had known a long time, who he had once tried to be friends with.

Now that person stood between the world and peace, as he continued his father's work. He had lost the battle against his darker half. After a long, hard struggle, his mother's light had been defeated. Too tired to fight against it, he had continued his great-grandfather's war. What had been Iroh's hope had turned into the world's doom. The comet would arrive soon, as he prepared for the final battle. He remembered his father's final battle. He would not accept his father's fate.

He had once wanted to let the light his mother had given him prevail. He had tried for so long. But the light in his heart his mother had given him had slowly dimmed in her absence. She had left him alone, claiming it had been for him. His heart had been damaged that day.

The Avatar had been slowly making his way to the Palace. He was prepared for this fight. He would not lose.

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It was a long, hard battle. Both Avatar and Fire Lord going beyond their limits, knowing that one must fall that day. The Avatar trying till the end to get through to the Fire Lord. Trying hard to convince him the fight was not necessary. Still elements clashed, exploding on impact or dispersing each other as they hit.

The final blow was landed, as the Fire Lord fell. The Avatar hurried to his side, only to find him already lifeless.

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Iroh had given his nephew's funeral. Watching as his body was burning on the pyre, Iroh whispered, "Goodbye, Zuko." as he reluctantly and sadly took his nephew's place on the throne.