Avatar Fanfic:
D/C: Do not own Avatar if I did things would be a lot different.
Title: The Avatar's dead
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The palace glow the effervescent lights dance each with an ever lasting spark.
"Aww Zuzu what's wrong? Tonight's the night we celebrate the death of the Avatar."
That's the thing the second person to have ever cared about me is dead and the other one that truly loved me I locked away. Why do I always have to be a failure?
"You did it for power, for the Fire lord, for father" Azula read his thoughts
"and now you have no one"
"I'm going to bed now"
"Be careful brother I don't want to have to send in the Dai Lee now."
"Fine sister"
He left the great hall, walking by the palace windows the cries of victories. An entire nation overjoyed while the rest of the world weeps. The avatar is dead and now he will never return, my uncle will never forgive me. Is this what I wanted?
Its time to move on this palace, this place has too many foul memories. Those that need to be forgotten.
Zuko walked down the great hall one last time. Into his room he went.
"Prince Zuko has returned, shall I assume that he will not do anything to harm himself tonight?" The Dai lee agent guarding him taunted.
"No" Zuko hated this man this agent was the one Azula had assigned to him specifically after those incident. Now was not the time to think about all of that.
Instead Zuko went through his wardrobe. To all others it looked as if he was preparing to take a bath. That was what he had hoped he slid his hand to the secret box in the back. Where he kept Ursa's comb. But tonight it wasn't there.
"Where is my mother's comb"
"Now, now Zuko Azula had it removed after all she didn't want you getting hurt anymore." He said it with such heavy arrogance and smugness. Zuko flipped that was the only thing that mattered to him the only thing that bought him condolence when he was in the worst of his spasms. On all days when he needed it the most, when he watched the Avatar die, the world's last hope die. Now what do I do Zuko muttered to himself. He went in to the bath tub locked the door filled the tub and submerged his head his locks swaying as his breathing became irregular.