I do not own Avatar, sorry, I wish I did though…
Pain. Everyone in the world experiences this feeling. This sensation has two forms: physical, and emotional. Aang remembered when he was ten, when he lived in the temples, so many years ago. Another young boy had pushed him into the dirt because Aang had bragged how he won their game of air ball. So Aang in reply had called the boy ugly, which he was. He recalled that the boy he called ugly, had an oddly shaped head, more like an oval than a circular shape, like a normal head would be. The boy also had a pug nose, making him look like a pig. Anyway, Monk Gyattso had taken him aside, and scolded him.
'What did I do?' Aang had cried. 'He pushed me in the dirt!' 'No, Aang! Gyattso had replied. 'He may have caused you a small amount of physical pain, but the emotional pain you have caused will last for all time! You will not be able to remember the pain you felt, but the boy will remember the pain of your words, for all time.'
Now normally, Monk Gyattso was right. But now, sitting in the damp dungeons of the Fire Nation palace, the horrid pain lingered from a beating he received, three hours ago. In fact, his cheek still hurt from the first punch he received two weeks ago. There was only a small sliver of hope on his horizon, his death, which we supposed to come soon. In fact, at this point, death was the only thing he wanted. He had suffered so much in the last two weeks that he actually wished for his death, more than anything else. Aang had already lost eight of his fingers (including thumbs) and his arms had been twisted and beaten useless. His legs were constantly like jelly from blood loss. The guards who were instructed to torture him had also inflicted many other, unmentionable, things on him. It was almost hard to believe Aang once had Firebender friends. That such peoples could have ever been his "pals". He knew other Firebenders when he was younger, and they were so very different than those today.
Oh so very different. Who knew 100 years could change a people so?
"Avatar…" a dark voice, Aang had learned to hate, called. "There has been a change of plan. Lucky you, eh? The Fire Lord instead has ordered that you be brought to the front 'Agni Kai' hall." Aang looked up in desperation. The Fire Lord was suddenly much more frightening then the man who had caused him so much pain the last fourteen days. Because as he had seen, the Fire Lord had a black hole where his heart was. Aang believed, no doubt in his mind, that to gain power, the Fire Lord would have ripped his children's lungs out, and strung up their intestines if he could gain more from it. The man took away Aang's chains. Then he pulled Aang up from the dirt and dragged the Avatar to the hall of battles.
The Fire Lord was waiting there, in full dress for an Agni Kai battle. Aang was very worried now; what was the heartless creature-one Aang couldn't even think of as a man anymore-was planning? He knew very well Aang couldn't fight, that his arms had twisted so much they were useless, that his legs failed him now, that his left eye was full of blood so he couldn't see. Didn't he?
"Ah, the Avatar," the Fire Lord announced, "in all his glory!" the crowd booed at Aang, but he didn't care. He never cared. He just wanted to die. "Now, Avatar, I present to you a choice, a chance really. To set yourself free from your current hell-hole life, as well as the only living friend you have left." He motioned to someone, and out from behind a far door came Zuko, who was pulling along a frightened Katara. Aang suddenly felt an inner strength rising up. "You, Avatar, have a chance to battle me, and if you succeed in defeating me, your friend, as well as you yourself, will be set free!" the crowd booed more. But the Fire Lord smiled. Aang looked to Katara, who looked so different after two weeks. Aang didn't even want to guess what Zuko had done to her, seeing she had many cuts on her arms, and bruising everywhere. But then he realized that he was much worse. Aang looked again to the Fire Lord. He stole a glance at his arms that hung down, uselessly at his sides.
The Fire Lord grew impatient. "Well?" he demanded. "Are you going to fight me?" Aang looked down to the floor. He wanted to fight, but he couldn't. Maybe, just maybe if Aang had an ounce left of strength, and of energy, he would have. He would rip the Fire Lord to pieces, and burnt his remains, and then murdered every single filthy Firebender he could find. But he couldn't. The Fire Lord saw this in the Avatar's expression and became enraged. "Chain him down! Now!" he screamed, guards quickly chained Aang to the floor. His heart rate quickened. The Fire Lord came back out to him, with a small dagger. "Last chance, Avatar," he sneered. Then he ripped open the front of Aang's shirt.
Taking the dagger, he cut a hole in Aang's stomach as the boy cried in pain. And for half an hour, the Avatar spent screaming in agony, as the acid from his stomach ate up his lungs, and he finally died.
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Three months afterward, Katara woke up one morning, in Zuko's bed, like she had for the last, almost four months she had been in the Fire Nation as a prisoner. She felt worse then she normally felt. The girl rushed into the bathroom and puked. She sobbed some, and puked again. Zuko awoke an hour later, to find her passed out on the bathroom floor.
He sent in a physician to find out what was wrong. "Prince Zuko," the old man said, nervously, wringing his hands, afraid to say what he needed to say.
"What?!" he cried. "What is wrong with Katara?!" the doctor looked down and at the floor and then back up at Zuko. "She's pregnant."
