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Warning: If you are insulted by Christian themes, DO NOT READ THIS. Yes, I know Avatar is based on Asian mythology, but this is just an idea of mine.

Ursa sighed as she watched her son, Zuko. She had sacrificed her life so that he may live and yet, his life held little of the happiness Ursa intended him to have. She cried with Zuko as he begged Fire Lord Ozai her husband and Zuko's father for mercy. For two years Ursa watched in grief from her place in Heaven as Zuko searched for the Avatar.

Things were now becoming worse; Azula, Zuko's sister was now attempting to capture him and the Avatar. She watched as Zuko cried out as a storm blew, rained, and struck lightning.

"Zuko has stopped yelling out for Me to strike him," came a voice that was calm yet full of emotion.

Ursa turned around to see what looked like an old man with a Shepard's staff.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there Lord," apologized Ursa.

"Quite understandable," replied God for that was who He was called, "I know the feeling all too well; watching your son suffer."

"Why must this all happen to him?" asked Ursa, "Hasn't Zuko suffered enough?"

"Would you have rather see him become corrupted and twisted like Ozai?" asked God gently in reply.

"No," answered Ursa at once, "That is worse than death."

"Those were the only two paths Zuko had," said the Lord, "But it won't last; evil never does."

Ursa nodded, "I know. All things will be set right in time."

"Then come now," said God, "It doesn't help Zuko to mope around; enjoy your reward." And turning God gestured into Heaven.

Before turning, Ursa looked down on earth and whispered, "Remember Zuko, never forget who you are."