My Last Breath

GoddessOfCsilla

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In a nutshell:

Avatar-not mine.

Situation-mine.

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Whisper

After groping for her last knife, she punched it through her assailant's heart. Sweat, dirt, blood, and smoke perfumed the thick air as the weak clutched their sides bearing the slash of a steel blade.

Her grey eyes pierced the charged air in the foreground, a last challenge shot through the atmosphere that repelled the last of the once great army that guarded the palace.

The blade's hilt fell from her leather-bound fingers and then clattered against the blood puddled rock. She suddenly pivoted to face the fallen beasts in the center of the wasteland. A crowd was gathering there, the point swelling like a wound over a fallen man.

She clenched her jaw and ran, darting over and around mutated armor and ripped bodies. Her black hair, now cut short to the shoulders, wiped freely behind her. It was ripe and soaked with blood and dirt.

Pushing her way violently through the crowd she cursed and screamed, salty tears stung the wounds on her face.

She broke the line. His body was slung over the beast's saddle, now on the ground, broken and shocked, but the bleeding halted. His broken flesh contrasted deeply with the strong soul fighting beneath his eyelids. A large pool of blood laid at his boots, the princess long since removed.

Absently, she kneeled across it to watch him with wide eyes. Puzzled and worried expressions surrounded her and a healer stepped forward from the nurse's wavering ranks.

"Ma'am, we have done everything we can, luckily it did not channel through his heart. But—we must move him. We do not have the supplies to properly heal him here."

Mai's eyes frozen to the prince's scratched and pale face, she asked in a ghost-like whisper, "Katara. Where is she?"

"She's gone ahead with the Avatar. They should be with the Fire Lord now…"

"A Water Tribe healer!" She snapped her gaze away, briefly. "Anyone!"

"Mai." She said with sorrow, "... you need to calm down."

With a final fond look at Zuko, she stood sharply and regally, sweeping her sticky hair behind her shoulders.

"I am calm." She said, directed to Song. "Now, how is he going to be transported?" She paused and turned to a young male healer. "And you, go get me some knives."

She yawned.

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A/N-This story is titled 'My Last Breath' because this one-shot was originally a multi-chapter story, each chapter being based after a different Evanescence song-the first one based off 'My Last Breath'. This chapter is the third and based off 'Whisper'. Before I figured it was too depressing and long for the average FanFiction reader to enjoy-but due to popular demand I will be posting the rest of the story soon.

I've finished editing the first chapter, and when I'm finished the second (probably tomorrow) I will post them both of them and then edit the fourth and final fifth chapter.

Thank you for reading-no flames!