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OZAI

HIS traitorous son was returning tomorrow with the Avatar, though not as his captor, but as his ally. He was coming to destroy him.

The man looked at himself in the mirror of his lavatory. His long black hair fell down past his shoulders, and his golden eyes, stared fiercely back at him. His pale face, that would've been handsome if only he smiled every once in a while, was stone cold and strong.

Then his reflection changed, became younger, more inexperienced, and he saw himself- no... this man has a flaming scar over his eye- he saw Zuko, looking back at him through his own fiery eyes. Zuko, his first born son, his only son, whom he'd scarred with his own flame. His son gazed back at him defiantly and Ozai felt something inside of him he had not felt in a long time. Fear. Zuko was grown now. No longer the young fourteen year old who'd disrespected him in the war chamber. He was a man. A powerful young man, and Ozai was fearful.

He tore his gaze away from the mirror as he felt his temper flare. Why did Zuko have to be so different from him? Why couldn't he be more like Azula? Azula is perfect. If only they could switch places; banishing a daughter is much less of an embarrassment than banishing a son. But Zuko had also betrayed him, and in doing so, he dishonored the entire royal family. The only way to remove the dishonor was to destroy the one who'd brought it. But Ozia was afraid.

Nevertheless, he would make sure to be ready when Zuko returned. If he were to go down, he'd go down the honorable way.

URSA

THE boat glided gently onto the beach and the Kioshi warriors all awoke with a start.

"We're here," Ursa said quietly from the bow of the boat. She stood up and one by one helped the women out of the boat before tying it to a tree. They stood together in a group, all with solemn expressions on their thin pale faces. Ursa knew there was nothing she could say to make them feel better. Their leader was gone, and they all knew she would die before she would ever snitch.

"This way," she motioned for them to follow her then wrapped her dark robes about her so that she became a shadow.

...

AS they emerged from the trees, the people of the tiny village stirred restlessly as if waiting for something, they didn't know what, but something to come. A light from one of the huts appeared and a figure wrapped in a black cloak much like Ursa's emerged and slowly made its way towards them.

"Ursa? Is that you?" a soft voice came from beneath the hood of the cloak.

"Yes. I've returned with the Kioshi warriors," Ursa said motioning towards Ti-Ta and the others. "Take them to your huts and give them food, clothes and rest. They've already been through so much the least we can do is make them comfortable."

The figure pushed her hood back slightly revealing her face. Dark black hair down to her shoulders framing a youthful face of about thirteen. A face with amber eyes hidden behind thick lashes under dark bangs that have seen too much pain and sadness in their short lifetime.

The girl nodded then motioned for the travel worn warriors to follow her. "My name is Reina. Please, follow me."

...

URSA had been living on this island away from the fire nation in exile ever since that night when she had defeated Azulon in their Agni Kai. She entered her hut and looked around at her measly possessions.

Funny, she thought. How she'd gone from a life of the Fire Lady, to being an outcast, from having everything in the world to nothing. Funny. How the same fate had happened to her son. Her precious boy.

She untied the string around her throat and removed her cloak setting on the little table beside her bed. She sat down in a chair and looked at herself in her little mirror, then picked up her brush and started combing her hair.

I wonder... After tomorrow, will anything be the same? Will I see my son... my dear Zuko. She opened a drawer in the little dresser and pulled out the picture she'd kept for so long. It was a picture of her family. She, Ozai, Azula, and Zuko. They looked so happy in the picture. And they had been. All of them. But the simple pleasure of a loving family hadn't been enough for Ozai, he wanted more. He wanted power, he wanted to become the Fire Lord. He wanted it more than anything, even more than he wanted Ursa.

She sighed and put the picture away as she remembered the time before Ozai had succumbed to madness. He'd been wonderful then...

"Excuse me my Lady," she looked up from her book into the eyes of the handsome young Fire Nation prince and smiled. He always seemed to be in the garden when she was, always wanted to talk but he never did. Only smiled shyly and pretended to examine the roses.

"Your Highness, to what do I owe the honor of your audience?" She asked closing her book. Ozai smiled, then turned and searched the flowers in the garden. He found one, a red, red rose and he plucked it, delicately avoiding the thorn, then he turned back towards her and knelt before her.

"Will you just accept it?" he held the rose towards her, and she took it carefully, her fingers brushed his lightly. "I would like to say, that you are as beautiful as this rose. But I would be lying."

She looked curiously into his golden eyes."What does his Highness mean?"

He smiled again. "I mean, that beauty is an earthly word, meant to define worldly things. But you are not of this world, to call you beautiful, would be a shameful understatement."

Ursa felt herself flush pink. "I am at a loss of words my Prince."

"Ozai. Please call me by my name." he begged.

"Ooozai..." she said it softly, her lips making a lovely circle in the beginning. He smiled and stood up, then took her hand and kissed it gently while looking closely, and deeply into her eyes.

"Thank you my Lady." And he turned and left, leaving her staring at his back, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

She gently stroked the soft petals of the rose. "Ozai."

...Alas! Ozai had been corrupted. His heart tainted, by the will of Azulon, he was driven to the path of cruelty, and power, made to believe that peace could only be achieved through blood, and through the suffering of others. That the world needed to be under the control of the one Fire Lord.

He'd morphed into someone Ursa did not know. She was sure, that the dashing young prince who'd given her that rose was dead, and a cold, horrible robot had taken his place. The Ozai she had known could not hurt her then way he had, or scarred and banished his own son. His own son! He must be dead that Ozai she had known.

Something wet ran down her face. She touched it thoughtfully. A tear. She was crying. Funny. She hadn't cried in so long. Funny.

AZULA

THE shadows of the flames danced against the wall and Azula sat in se san, with her eyes closed as she meditated quietly. one, two, three... breath... Zuko was returning. four, five, six... breath. He and the Avatar will destroy Ozai. seven, eight, nine.. breath. Then she will kill them both, and she will continue her father's conquest and lead the fire nation to victory. one, two, three... breath. The war will be over, and she will rule the world as the one all powerful Fire Lady. four, five, six... breath.The first in fire nation history to rule with out a Fire Lord and the world will tremble at her feet. seven, eight, nine... Her golden eyes opened and she watched the shadow dance. now breath...

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