FOR NARNIA! (All writers of IBF! Fics pounce forward in a huge roar and eventually we defeat the stupidity that is unoriginal ideas!)

Just wanted to point out that today is 9/11. But guess what? We got him! (Laughs evilly and runs in circles)

But seriously, this is dedicated to all the people who have lost someone they love. Never Give Up, Never Surrender.

InspiredByFyre! Day 2011

Idea: What if Ursa didn't find out about Ozai trying to kill Zuko?

Drabble! One: A Messed-Up Family

Ursa clutched her little boy's body close.

Less than an hour ago, he had been killed by his own father, Prince Ozai. Ursa would never forgive herself for letting this happen. She would never forgive Azulon for ordering it done. She would most definitely never forgive Ozai for actually going through with this. How dare he take her little boy – her sweet, talented, eleven-year-old little boy – away from her?

She felt her daughter stir under her arm. Ursa glanced down at the eight-year-old. Azula looked back up at her mother, her tearstained face just a small illustration of the fear she felt. How had this happened? Ozai never really liked Zuko, but Ursa never thought he would kill him!

This morning. . .

The thought rang into Ursa's ears like a shriek of pure agony. When Azulon had wanted to be alone with Ozai - that had to have been when it happened. Perhaps Azulon favored Azula more too? Maybe he wanted her to be Ozai's heir instead of Zuko.

Ursa could have sworn Azula read her mind, as the little girl shifted uncomfortably. Ursa sighed. She couldn't place her son's death on the girl's shoulders. That just wasn't fair.

Azula was so scared. She had woken up at the noise of Zuko's door creaking open. She had run to his room to see what was going on, just in time to see her father murder her big brother. Azula had gone pale and terrified, her legs giving out under her. Ozai turned around, suddenly turning on her. He had managed to slice one of her legs open with the same dagger he had used moments before to murder Zuko. Azula then scrambled to her feet, screaming as loud as she could, and ran to tell her mother what had happened.

Ursa felt another hot tear roll down her cheek. It fell off of her chin and hit her son's shaggy, black hair, dampening it slightly. Ursa caressed her little boy's face. Azulon had come in a few minutes ago; the entire Palace was awake now. Ursa couldn't help but scream at the old man. He had, after all, sentenced her son to death. Azulon didn't seem upset by his daughter-in-law's behavior, but instead felt sympathy with the lady. He obviously felt bad about what had happened, but Ursa didn't care. Her little boy was dead, and no amount of sympathy could bring him back.

Ursa slowly made up her mind as to what was going to happen tomorrow. In the night, she would pack her bags. Then, tomorrow morning, she would get a boat and leave with Azula to Ember Island. That would become their new permanent home; a safe place from Ozai and Azulon, and a place fit for the two to live as a small family. And when Azula grew up, she could move back to the Fire Nation if she wanted to. Ursa just wanted to be away from the horrid memory of what had happened tonight.

She gave Zuko's body one last squeeze before handing him over to the physician, who stood staring at the boy's lifeless body. Ursa sighed heavily, slowly realizing her son was gone forever.

There were so many things he would never get to do. He would never fall in love, get married, or have a family of his own. He would never make his father truly proud of him. He would never grow up or, by some miracle, become Fire Lord.

Ursa closed her eyes and hugged her little girl again. Azula took a deep, shaky breath, as if slowly realizing she was now an only child. Ursa decided to comfort her little girl as much as she could.

"Come on, Azula. It's your bedtime." Ursa said softly and sweetly.

Azula looked up at her mother. "You really think I'll be able to sleep?" Her voice was a scared whisper, a child wanting to be held longer.

Ursa took a deep breath, steadying herself. "You want me to come and sleep in your room with you?"

The child nodded slowly, taking her mother's hand. Ursa stood up, her legs wobbly beneath her. She softly gripped Azula's wrists and helped the girl up. Her leg was still bleeding; she had refused to let the physicians see it. Ursa closed her eyes for a moment, hoping as the two went through the hall they wouldn't encounter the cold-blooded monster that was her husband.

The duo made their way into Azula's room. Ursa laid her down and softly kissed her child's forehead. "Good night, sweetheart. I love you." She muttered into her daughter's ear. Azula closed her eyes, trying to ease herself into the sweet relief that was sleep.

As Azula fell asleep, Ursa sighed. "Good night, Zuko. I love you." She muttered softly, a small twinge of hope that her son could hear her.

OOOOO

". . .Well that was short." Panakin complained.

Fyre glared. "If I get over ten reviews for this chapter, I may extend it into a multi-chap, about the Avatar world with Iroh as Fire Lord, no Zuko to push Team Avatar on, and Ursa and Azula in hiding on Ember Island."

Panakin smiled. "I like it, but I hope you realize you still have six more days to write for. And guess what tomorrow's prompt is? It's me, by the way!"

Fyre rolled her eyes. "Tomorrow will be fun." She said evilly.

". . .Oh Goobers."