True Justice

"My advice to you, Avatar Aang, is this. 'Only true justice can bring peace.'" Avatar Kyoshi's spirit stated coldly, her wispy blue form dissipating into the warm night air, the wind slowly carrying her back into the spirit world, leaving Aang sitting alone on the white stone dais.

"Even with all the power in the world, you are still weak!" Ozai shouted furiously, standing up and running towards Aang, preparing to shoot a fire blast straight through the back of his head.

However Aang, sensing Ozai's approach, sent his foot shooting back, leaning forward to dodge the blast while using his foot to earthbend the rock of the small plateau up around Ozai's wrist. Unable to free himself, Ozai attempted to shoot another blast at the Avatar, but succeeded only in getting his other hand trapped as well when Aang sent more rock up to close around it, sinking it back into the ground and bringing Ozai to a kneeling position, simply waving off Ozai's fire breath with a simple airbending gust and placing his hands on the Phoenix King's head and chest. He then took a deep breath and bowed his head, focusing all his mind on the words of the Lion Turtle.

Suddenly, Aang tilted his head back, his mouth and eyes emitting a strange blue light, piercing up into the sky. Ozai's eyes grew wide in shock, his mouth hanging agape; then a deep orange glow sprung from his own mouth and eyes, crossing the blue light as his head tilted upwards. The blue light quickly spread over Aang's entire body, orange repeating this process across Ozai's body. Soon the orange luminescence spread across the Avatar's hands and onto his torso, quickly encompassing his entire body and spreading up to his head, slowly creeping across his mouth and eyes, nearly wiping out any trace of the blue. But in an instant, the blue shone through again, racing back down Aang's form and over to Ozai, completely smothering any trace of the eerie orange glaze. The blue light shone in a concentrated beam upward, parting the clouds and lighting the way to the heavens.

Physically exhausted, Aang immediately released his hold on Ozai, staggering as Ozai's limp form slumped to the ground, fully standing up as the Fire Lord raised himself to a sitting position quickly bringing his fist up to blast Aang and end him once and for all...

...but nothing came out of his extended arm. Completely spent, he fell flat upon his back once more.

"What...What did you do to me?" The ruthless firebender gasped, barely fighting off unconsciousness.

Aang looked down at him with pity. "I took away your firebending, you can't use it to hurt or threaten anyone ever again."

And so the war was brought to an end. Ozai himself was imprisoned along with his daughter Azula, sentenced by the newly crowned Fire Lord Zuko to life within the dark confines of their most closely guarded prison. For a time, all was well in the world as the surviving nations struggled to rebuild their countries and continue their lives, determined to press on and pursue peace, a thought that for most of the people had been but a faint dream, a faded memory of days gone by.

But it was not to last. In fact, the worst of Ozai and Azula's wrath was yet to come.