As blood splattered the wall the silver-haired man pivoted to avoid another fatal slice that would have surely taken of his head. His brown eyes closely following, he continued to evade the deadly dance of the twin dao blades. Yet even feeling death biting his heels, he recognized how his attacker moved. With that realization the night was illuminated by twin jets and the escape of an injured man. As Jeong flew across his hometown he realized that he would never again be seeing such a sight.

A few drops of an amber liquid melded into the chalice givAen to the Fire Lord for his nightly medicine. Such a simple task for a royal to accomplish. Ursa smiled grimly, today her child would live, today her mistake would be rectified, and today she would leave her homeland never looking back. As her mother once said, no regrets. She only wished she could have seen Azulon chocking to death.

Cold nights were always his nights. Ozai pondered how everything could have come apart so perfectly. He had hardly tried yet nothing had stood in his way. Not even his brother, not after that. The title of Fire Lord won so easily but the question was how to keep it. War would tear his kingdom apart, so then war had to be ended in his reign. He knew his daughter would be instrumental in this there just had to be a way to get rid of his annoyance of a firstborn. A way would come he knew it. It seemed that he was a man who was born lucky.

It had felt like a cold at first, which at his age wasn't surpising. In minutes his breathing had deteriorated too quickly to be normal. Scorched remains of perplexed physicians decorated his throne room quickly until one was brave enough to suggest poison. Which of course mandated a palace wide search, regardless of whether Azulon would live to see it fulfilled or not. With slowed movements he secured a package hidden in his sleeves to a secret compartment under his throne. In a sure voice Azulon commanded the roof be opened so he could enjoy his last sunset. If he was to die then he would die as he was, one of ancient and noble blood, powerful as the sun, and cold as ice.

He could feel the heat froom here. Zuko was sure it could be felt everywhere. There had momentarily been an explosion of blue fire and lightning so finely controlled to only target one spot, the throne room. Which of course was the Fire Prince's current destination. The throne room was unrecognizable, everything but the throne itself was whole. With a glance Zuko was able to comprehend what happened. No one could have wielded such a fire so precisely but grandfather. He had chosen the old way to die. With a glance to check his privacy, he pressed a button on the throne and with a pop a scroll came out a bit singed but otherwise unharmed. On the scroll said three words, "SEEK SHIVA'S MERCENARY." A green flame erased any evidence left behind. Ashes and a golden throne were the only thing remaining as Zuko's footsteps echoed in the distance.