The teenage girl panicked, her mind filled to point of insanity and desperation, her heart pounding at an insatiable rate. Her nerves became brittle, and her lips trembled, and the wind howled, and the darkness roared. She sank in misery, to the very pits of despair, she threw herself to disaster and hurled herself into the arms of oblivion.
She lunged onto the floor, and grabbed the nearest shard of glass she could lay her fingers on. As she grabbed for her life, the shard cut her finger, as she hurled the now blood stained shard at her pursuer, vowing not to be taken without a fight. The glass sped threw the air in less than a second, the air bending it to its will, causing it to part and whistle it outs flight, and she prayed in the next second that the head would hit its mark.
It struck with a resounding "Shing", the now wounded creature exhumed the air which the projectile and thrown out of it's lungs. It bent over, grasped its chest, and fell to the floor in a mighty "Clunk." She let out a sigh of relief and thanked whatever power had caused her such success, but still frantic she let a mighty fire radiate from her palms to light the candles to see what dastardly foe she had slain.
What she saw lying before her was not what she expected. Groaning on the floor, grasping his wounds, and quenched in pain was the mighty Fire Lord. His eyes squinting as his arms rapped around his chest holding his precious life blood which now oozed out his shirt where the shard of glass lay protruding, splintered into five sections, from his bosom.
She let a fainted gasp escape her lips as she viewed the sight before her and a million things rushed through her mind all at once. What was she to do? Where to go? Who to find?
She could barely could contain and started squealing a hysteria of "Oh my God's and I'm Sorrys". She hectically paced around in a circle, holding her arms to her shoulders, crying tears of loathsome reprisal as she realized the foolishness of her actions.
She let her voice escape to the heavens. "Dear God! What have I done?"
When in a few seconds Zuko managed to utter out in the half-lite room, calling to her,"Ty Lee...". His voice drained and coarse, letting almost a crackling pitch extrude from the depths of his soul.
Ty Lee looked down on him, still with her hands covering her mouth, unable to talk as her emotions overcame her in grief, as her friend and lord bleed on the floor., His face looking up in disbelief at her, his chin hanging down, gave him the appearance of person who had been betrayed and never saw it coming, as he managed to form one last, he asked in solemn reverence: "Why?"
The word hung in the air as the fire lord fainted on the floor, and the only thing out bewildered girl could whisper back was "Why?"