Never Give Up Without A Fight
A Zuko Short-Fic
Swirls of pink clouds stained the swiftly darkening sky. As he looked on, the ever-rolling waves sprayed salty foam up into the sky. The night was dead silent. He listened for anything, a shifting of the water, the call of an animal, but there was nothing... and he was going to die. Would he simply freeze, night's chill slithering into his core? Or maybe he would become another's prey, and be devoured by some monster from the bottom of the ocean. Give up, his exhausted mind told him bitterly, there is no way you are getting yourself out of this one. He spluttered as yet another wave crashed down on him, and he was pulled below the surface. He thrashed desperately through the freezing blanket of water, his body pleading for oxygen. His head bobbed up into the night, and he took in shuttering gasps of air. His arms and legs were numb from cold and the weight of keeping himself afloat for so long. You have cheated death for much too long now; this is the price you pay. His mind scolded him. And as more water beat his weakened body, Zuko stopped fighting, and was devoured by the darkness for the last time.
