Me: So, here's my new Ozursa/ Urzai story, hope ya'll like it!

Aang: Wait! Hey, am I even in this story! O_o

Me: *Checks notebook* No, I don't think so. Sorry Twinkletoes.

Aang: But...but...but-I'm the AVATAR! And only Toph can call me that!

Toph: It's true. But she's right. Just say the disclaimer already *punches Aang*

Aang: Ow! Okay, fine. Taurus3rockergirl does not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, or any of the characters. That all goes to Mike and Bryan, who at least mention me in their story!

Me: Um, you are mentioned quite a few times in this...It's just you aren't actually in it.

Aang: Oh...okay =D

Katara: Okay, can we just let them read the story now?

Ozai's Point of View

I cannot tell how long I have been imprisoned here. Nor do I really care because I know that I will never leave this wretched place, and I have begun to realize that even if I did leave, there would no longer be a place for me in this new era. I might as well be trapped here and not be able to do anything than be released to see everything and take no part in any of it. It was infuriating when I first got in here to know that all I could do was wait to die. But now I have come to the conclusion that my situation will never change for as long as I'm alive. In my captivity I have found that the only way to keep close to sanity is to occupy my mind, but never over the same subject for too long. It is so easy to linger on the brink of insanity, sometimes without even realizing it. In all my time in the prison I have noticed one subject creep back into my mind again and again like a recurring dream. Nothing matters anymore, but knowing that after all these years I can still see her so clearly somehow brings peace to my tormented mind.

I thought I'd have her out of my mind. I thought after she was gone, she would be dead to me. I thought that I wouldn't miss her, that I didn't still love her.
I thought wrong.
And it was only once I had been broken to mere nothingness in this cell that I could finally accept the reality. Before, I had refused to think much about her but now all those years of neglect have begun to catch up with me. Now I had no pretenses to hold me back. I couldn't hide behind my nationalism. I couldn't hide behind my blood, my father or my son.

I am bombarded by a billion "if only" statements that race through my thoughts. If only I wasn't so selfish. If only I wasn't so power hungry. If only there had been a different way. If only things could have occurred differently. If only my father had given a different alternative. If only...

I fell asleep drowning in the terrors of my imagination. Dreams of her death, her torture, her happiness without me, all that could have been, they all shattered my darkened heart with despair. I hated not knowing if she was alive and well. What ordeals and hardships had she had to struggle through? How much of it was my fault? How much pain had she gone through that I could have prevented? As if it wasn't enough to have everything taken from me by my son and his friends and be imprisoned for life; it was true torment to be alone with all of my morbid and gruesome thoughts.

One overly sentimental night I woke with a start, preparing a fire fist to save her from the doom of the dream, only to find my heart broken twice over when not even a spark shot from what would have been a powerful burst of flame. If she had been in any trouble and if I had been there, I still wouldn't have been able to protect her. I knew that I would never be with my angel, my love. Ursa. She was the sheath to my serrated soul. Ursa. She was the one reality I could hold on to in this forsaken world, but I would never hold her again.

Ursa's PoV

The long awaited Sozin's comet had finally passed and I had decided it was time for my life to change course once more. I had faced banishment from my nation for nearly seven long years. Everything I had done back then was to help my husband and save my son, but the consequence was banishment. To stay away from everyone I loved, forever. I know I need to be back home now more than ever. I can feel it in my soul and in my blood that I can no longer be away and that it has been past time to return. Just before I began my travels back to my homeland, one final nightmare was the last push my teetering judgement needed.

I was looking in through a dark tunnel of vision. The place was dreary and smelled of corpses of vermin, maybe more. The dark and damp area seemed to be underground and I could guess at where my subconscious thoughts drifted. My sleeping pulse raced as I heard the patter of footsteps through the shallow puddles and mud. Two uniformed men carried a stretcher down the corridor and I could make out a figure, just barely veiled by a sheet. Hanging down from the stretcher I could see unkempt strands of long dark hair. Invisible and untouchable, I listened to the voices of the guards.

"Damn shame to think 'bout."

"Yeah, he sure was a powerful firelord back in his day."

"Speakin of firelord, wonder how Firelord Zuko's gonna take it."

"Pshh, I dunno, don't think they were ever too close anyway."

"Yeah, he's probably gonna be glad he's gone."

The guards walked into a new room and I noticed a massive kiln, for bodies. They dumped the stretcher over, revealing the blood-covered, broken body of Ozai Kasanji, to be left there until further notice from his son to give the go ahead to burn him there or to give a more respectable end to. Even in sleep it felt real enough to raise bile in my throat. What happened next was still worse. His voice floated through my mind as if he had been standing just behind me.

"Ursa," his voice called, "Forgive me"

I woke up with sorrow in my heart and tears in my eyes, and I knew I could no longer be kept in the dark of the fate of my family.

The last embrace we shared haunts my skin. The last time I saw him etched his features into my heart. Maybe now that the war is over I can rekindle what we once shared, if I can just get back without meaningless ado, without being discovered as a banished person walking illegally on Fire Nation territory. I understand the risk of my trek; risk free is not my nature. My inner fire and determination drives me onward as I find my way back home.

I have traveled across Whale Tail Island, rode on three different ferries, walked across mountainous terrain, and traveled via an Earth Kingdom train in Ba Seng Se. It is here on this train that I think these thoughts and take note of my travels so far. It is here on this train that I rest my sore feet and weary body of a nearly penniless traveler. It is here on this train that exactly five months have passed since the comet. I say nearly penniless because I was able to save up enough money for a few traveling costs such as the train ride, necessary food and water supplies, and a bit more for emergencies, but it will not last me too much longer. Not so long ago I stopped at a charming abode belonging to a charming and helpful man named Gonzu and earned a little bit of extra money by helping him with his ill son, Lee, and taking care of his run down house.

I tuned in to snippets of the tour guide's overly sweet and robotic voice as we passed "The finest tea shop in all of Ba Seng Se, the Jasmine Dragon, founded by…" I diverted my attention from the…annoying voice of the guide as the fancy tea shop pulled me into memories of Iroh. I wondered how the jolly elder man was doing. I knew that he had probably been the one to most care for Zuko. He had probably begun to see him as his own after Lu Ten died. I wondered what had come of the child who had taken so after Ozai than me. I've heard many a rumor about Azula, but I can never be sure what happened to her. I'd hear things anywhere from going completely insane and being locked away at a mental institute to performing with the Ember Island Players. The former seems most likely, that poor girl. I was pulled away from my reverie as I noticed a growl-like sound come from my left. I perused an extremely paranoid looking man tending to an overflowing cart of cabbages. He held a few of the leafy green orbs securely in his arms giving side long glances in a frantic way every few seconds.

Most of the passengers had disappeared over the course of about 4 different stops, the next stop would be my time for departure. It was the absolute closest stop that the Earth Kingdom transport would go to the Fire Nation. I decided to finally strike a conversation with the sketchy cabbage merchant who was still seated beside me because even though he seemed unstable, to say the least, I figured it couldn't hurt to try and get some much needed information from him. My knowledge of current events had become truly pathetic in my banishment.

"Excuse me, sir?" I started, nearly causing him to drop one of his precious cabbages due to his surprise of human interaction.

"Oh, uh, yes miss?"

"I was just wondering how much you're selling your cabbages for."

"Oh! Really?" His face brightened up. Apparently he hadn't had a customer in ages. "5 copper pieces per head."

"Here," I handed him the coins, taking a cabbage in exchange. Wow, no wonder he had no service. These things looked like they'd been through quite a lot.

I spoke with him throughout the rest of my ride and he proved to be pleasantly informing. It was difficult to not explain how I had been banished, but I was able to weave a few lies and divert a few of his skeptical questions to get out my answers. I found out that much of the rumors had been true, except for the one floating around that my son and brother in law were jugglers in a traveling circus. That was a lie. When I inquired about why he was going towards the fire nation capital he explained that even though the firelord was away at a diplomatic trade meeting with the Northern Water Tribe in the North Pole, he was headed to the capital market to try and have better luck with his cabbages. He said that he knew Firelord Zuko was away because as soon as he got back he would take his cabbages right up to the palace and ask for his very own royal vegetable shop, or something like that.

The fact was interesting to me because one of the plans I was thinking of involved going directly to see my son at the palace, but it seemed I would just have to rely on the slightly more dangerous of the two plans. That should be interesting.