Okay, first oneshot. Hopefully it isn't complete crap. Fair warning: This one is painfully short. I wrote this a few weeks ago, in the format of Aang writing a letter to Katara after his death in the invasion. If he died and Zuko was never fighting for the Avatar and remained loyal to his father. Well, anyway, enjoy!
The first thing that entered my mind before flying over the battlefield with my hang-glider, was you.
I looked out over the Fire Nation, at the damage this war has done. I look at the debris, at the bodies, that lay on the streets. Broken and untouched. I spotted Sokka, his trusty boomerang in hand, calculating his next move. I also saw Toph along with the other earthbenders, bending rocks out of the earth and chucking them at our opponents.
And then I saw you.
Your hands moved and swayed with the water, your eyes narrowed with determination. I couldn't help remembering the North Pole, and how you seemed to master waterbending so perfectly, so easily. You were beautiful to watch. I smiled to myself. It's was funny, how far we'd come since then. Perhaps Zuko will never change, considering why he seemed to be fighting with the Fire Nation. Do you think he will ever regain his honor?
He spotted me in the sky, and sent the biggest fire blast he could summon. I easily dodged it, but my hang-glider didn't. A smoking hole sizzled through the left wing, sending me plummeting to the ground.
"Aang!" I heard a voice scream, assuming it was yours. I crashed to the ground with a thud, with Zuko towering over me. His arm was reared back for the final blow. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. My body was paralyzed.
"It's time we end this," said Zuko, before sending the final blast.
Do you wanna know the last thing I thought before it all ended?
"Thank you, Katara," I whispered. "For everything."
