This isn't my first fic, on here though, it is. I don't know if this has been done, but it came across my mind as I was watching the very last episode of Avatar: The Last Air bender. This fic takes place spoken through the eyes of a bystander, as he watches the last events unfolding. A "Drabble" of sorts, if that's what its called.

Not many people got to see the end of the world as we knew it come to an end. And that wasn't a bad thing, the end of that world. Pain, suffering, death. Everything one would expect in a 100 year war. 3 generations of Fire Lord's wrath now had left scars on the earth. And no one could even attempt on taking on the current Fire lord, or the one's in the past, in order to restore the balance of this world. Everyone was so scared of being killed, burned, imprisoned. Everyone just secretly hoped that the Avatar would one day return. And after a century, he did.

I remember when I first got word that the Avatar had returned. Our hopes were higher than they had been in decades. And they stayed that way until they Avatar and his friends came to our village to rest. Our hopes were burned away once again, seeing him. He was only a mere child. How could a child save us from the Fire Nation? Let alone the ones that were "training" him. They were no older.

The same hope didn't even return as I watched this battle for the end. I saw the banished Price, who himself was no more than 16, climb on the huge Sky Bison with a girl about his own age. What scared them the most, the Avatar had disappeared again, or so I had heard from their conversations.

So I watched. Watched as those same children took out almost an entire fleet of Fire Nation warships. The Water Tribe warrior was hurt, but no one was killed, to my knowledge. I learned only recently, that the youngest out of those 3 was completely blind. Never Had I seen such skill from those kids.

I sat perched as I saw the distant battle I could barely make out inside the Palace. The Princess Azula was fighting the two benders I mentioned earlier, the water bender and the Prince. I looked on in shock as the Exiled Prince threw himself in front of the lightening before it hit the girl I didn't know if he would make it, but I was rooting for him. And imagine my amazement when I saw the girl water bender chain the crazed princess to something, The had won as well.

I never got to see the real battle between Fire Lord Ozai and the Avatar. I didn't even know If the child had gone to meet him. So I waited, as the other's did, so hear from the spectators. It only took around half an hour to hear of the Avatar's victory. We all cheered.

But I couldn't help of thinking about those kids, and their lives. Why had we sat around and done nothing for an entire century? At the coronation of Prince Zuko, I looked into the eyes of those children. They had their childhoods ripped away from them. Their eyes show the scars of fear, hurt, pain. The pain war hardened soldiers show in their eyes. I am grateful to them, as we all owe them our lives. But I pitied and hurt for them. They gave their innocence so that the world would be a safe place to live. And we failed them in return. As well as Destiny.