The blackness...

From my thoughts, I receive no mercy, I wanted The Avatar, I wanted his blood, I wanted to feel the crimson fluid run amok over my hands as I stole the spark of life from his body.

It seems the world will not permit me such graces...

I am here, chained to this grate while I listen to that little brat wail over my brother's body, crying over and over again for him not to die. To be safe To be okay, to stay alive, with her.

Fool, didn't she realize the inevitability of Death?

Perhaps she would revive ZuZu, I knew she would try, I know she would stay with him and force the life back into his body until he finally expired, there on the ground, in front of her.

I knew she would also die with him, her body would remain alive, of course, but her soul itself would be rocked to the very core with grief.

And It would be all her fault...

Bleed, ZuZu, I wish you would die, that way I may've lost the fight against you, but at least I'll have the satisfaction of sneering at your final moments as you slip away, like the recesses of my mind.

I couldn't forgive her for this. She'd taken it all away from me at the very last moment. Zuko'd taken the bolt that was meant so lovingly for her, my blessing upon their cursed relationship.

And he'd stepped in front of her, taking the bolt, while we fought, both agonized by grief and madness, fueled by an endless Rage, a desire to see the other perish the trophy of having done it.

But the world will not permit me such things...

Even as a princess, such things are not given freely.

She froze me in a mound if Ice, chaining me to this grate, leaving me here to scream and moan while she went and tended to my brothers diminishing life.

I wonder why she'd let me live, but I knew not, and it was a grievous mistake, for her.

I used my own twisting fire, made even stronger by black hatred and the force of the Comet, freeing myself from these foolish bonds.

I left the little girl to tend to my brother. I cared not, right now, about such things.

Let them believe they've won, let them rejoice and bask in one-another's comfort...

Let them rest, and glutton.

They believe it's over, and my mother(?) said such a thing just a moment ago, appearing to me through the blackness that gave way to the world...

Let them all believe it was done. There was more people, there was always more, more innocent, helpless lives to be slaughtered and feasted upon.

This will get there attention, undoubtedly.

But for now, let them rejoice...

The believe the War is over, Mai, Ty-Lee, Zuko, Father...

All of them...

Let them relish into their Illusions...

Let them relinquish their fears into this Grand Illusion...

The poor fools, they haven't even realized it's barely even begun...

I watched the palace grow smaller, until it was a minute dot into the distance, and set my sights on the nearest village, fingers twitching to begin...

Just the sheer thought sent a tingle down my spine.

It was time to begin...