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Aang drew back in both shock and terror. The figure that stood before him was huge, massive! His muscles seemed to be made of iron, bulging unnaturally out of his skin. His hair seemed to be of the longer length, pitch black and down to his shoulders. His chin was blunt, along with his small nose. Narrowed golden eyes burned into Aangs soft gray ones. Eyes filled with hate and power, darkness. Aang took a step back, fearing what stood before him.

A rough hand shoved him forwards, sprawling him on the ground before Ozai. The young avatar sat up on his knees, then attempted to stand, yet the hand wouldn't allow him to. The young boy merely stared at the ground, losing his fear do to the familiar numbness that was taking over him.

"This is the avatar? This is the one that stood in our way of winning the war? The world is growing more pathetic by the day." Ozai spat, looking down upon Aang with disgust. Aang didn't face him, simply stared at the ground. He was lost in thought, thoughts of Katara.

"Did you really think you could defeat me?" Ozai asked, his voice mocking. Aang said nothing, hardly even hearing his taunting words. Ozai, like Zhao, didn't enjoy being ignored. Drawing his arm back, he flung forth a ball of fire that struck the boy directly in the chest.

Aang fell backwards, the breath knocked out of him. He could feel the flames sizzle and burn his skin as they made quick work of his shirt. Blowing slightly, he doused the flames and rose to his feet. Grey eyes were still so dull, so uncaring. Ozai didn't need to do this, Aangs spirit was already shattered. And Ozai knew it.

"Take him to the holding cell until his prison is fully prepared, I shall hold a nation meeting to reveal that the war is now going to be ended, victory is ours." Ozai said, looking triumphantly at Aang. The boy said nothing as three soldiers approached him cautiously. Grabbing his arms, the held them tightly behind his back and pushed him towards his cell.

Aang grunted as they shoved him against the wall, knocking the breath from him once more. Before he even had a chance to breath again they had his arms and legs quickly shackled so tight that he couldn't move an inch. He stared after the gaurds as they shut the door, clanking heavily as it did so. Looking away, he closed his eyes and saw the soft blue ones he desired.

Aang frowned disapprovingly as he was roughly shoved onto the ground in a kneeling position. Ozai stood above him, the high-ranking fire nation people standing behind him. Zuko stood there as well, and could not help but continue to cast the poor boy a glance.

"Until today, one thing stood in our way of winning this war. One thing prevented the Fire Nation from claiming victory. One thing was the last hope of the other nations; The Avatar!" Ozai said. The crowd began booing as Ozai spoke of the Avatar, clearly not fond of Aang.

"And now, looks what's become of that one thing. Nothing stands in our way, the world is ours for the taking!" To this, the cheers grew louder. Aang sighed heavily, wishing for this all to end.

"Your nothing but a weak airbender, a helpless child. Airbenders, a pathetic race all on their own. Far to easy to obliterate." Ozai said to Aang, keeping his voice low enough so that just the Avatar could hear. Aang looked up, clear anger on his face. This only amused Ozai.

"If I'm so weak, then why bother keeping me here." He demanded, ice in his voice. Ozai frowned, unhappy with the way he spoke. Drawing back his foot, he delivered a savage blow to Aangs ribs. The boy recoiled in pain, hissing slightly. This only delighted the crowd as they cheered on the Fire Lord.

"Give up boy, there is no hope. How can a twelve year old boy, to weak to even avoid capture, defeat a skilled and powerful fire lord?" Ozai demanded, though it wasn't really a question. Aang looked up, the fire returning to his eyes.

"I avoided capture for a hundred years, and I'm done hiding." He said. Ozai growled and made another kick at him. Aang air bended himself up, avoiding it. Jumping, Aang made a kick to send a sharp blast of air at him. Ozai dismissed it with an easy raise of his arm, yet Aang was unfazed.

Ozai, growing furious, shot a column of flames at him. Aang jumped to the side, his arms trailing behind him. The fire heated the metal shackles, causing parts of them to begin to melt. Aang cringed at the thought of the melting metal touching him, and tilted his arms so it would slide away. Suddenly, he felt the weight fall away. He looked at the ground, were the melted shackles lay.

Turning back to Ozai, he assumed an airbending stance. Ozai shoved another column of fire at Aang, followed by another, and another, and another. The young Avatar was to preoccupied with dodging attacks then making some of his own. Panting heavily, he face the fire lord again. He didn't have time to regain himself before he was forced to create a whirl wind of air, deflecting another three attacks.

Finally he saw a chance to make his own attack. A blast of air knocked the fire lord off his feet, and Aang quickly made another attack, sending him flying into the trees. The crowd gasped as their leader disappeared, and Aang looked on with an emotionless face. Suddenly, the entire forest exploded in flames. Aang cringed as Ozai slowly walked towards him, unspeakable rage on his face.

Taking a step back, Aang was struck by a thick blast. He fell on the ground, hardly evading the second blast that scorched the ground he laid on before. Jumping, he leapt over the wall of fire that wished to engulf him, feeling its heat lick at his legs. A nearby fountain became the source of Aangs next idea. Moving in a waterbending fashion, he sent a swift whip at Ozai, which struck him squarely and left a rather large gash on his chest.

Suddenly, another ball of fire knocked Aang off his feet. Attempting to rise, he was struck down again. The lack of food was beginning to take its toll on him as his energy began to fade. He was in no shape to battle Ozai, starved, weak, and broken. He hadn't even mastered the elements yet. Forcing himself onto his hands and knees, Aang didn't even have time to gasp before the Fire Lord unleashed a merciless barrage of attacks on him.

Aang was hurled into a wall, falling to the ground in an unmoving heap. The crowd began cheering for the Fire Lord at his victory. The young Avatar stirred, trying to rise. Yet everyone saw that he could no longer fight, it was taking all of his energy just to stand. He looked at Ozai, the fire fading from his eyes. Unlike Aang, Ozai wasn't done. Another blast struck him in the chest, pounding hi against the wall again. Before he could even fall, he felt his skin sizzle and burn as another column hit him square on.

He left out an agonizing scream, such pain was enveloping his small body. Tears poured freely from his eyes as the unbearable agony burned through him again and again. Why wasn't he dead? Why cant I just die? Aang thought to himself. Anything was better then this. He was crashing and burning, he was to far down to fall anymore. He landed on his stomach before Ozai marched over, placing a heavy boot on Aangs head.

"This is all that stood in our way." He repeated, looking down on the beaten and broken avatar. Aang gritted his teeth, his eyes fading into dullness again. Two soldiers marched over, grabbing the boy and hauling him on his feet.

"Pathetic." Ozai said as they marched Aang back to his cell.

You've failed

You've let the world down

Aang closed his eyes as his tormenting thoughts refused to leave him alone.

Ozai defeated you so easily, and he can do it again to

Stop fighting Aang, accept defeat

You cant win, theres no hope

You couldn't save your friends, you cant save yourself, how are you supposed to save the world?

Aang felt hot tears begin to fill his eyes as he recognized his failure.

Theres nothing left to fight for

Kataras gone

The air temples gone, your people are gone

Your just a child

Just a kid

Just one kid

You cant save the world

Aang hung his head in defeat. How much further could you fall? Aang was scared to try and get up again.

If I get up, I'll just get knocked down again Your just a small, frightned child, You cant stop a century long war

Your just a kid, all alone in the world

Nobody cares about you

"I've lost. Theres no hope. The Fire Nation will control the world. Alls been lost. I've failed everyone. Thousands of people will be killed because I cant save them. I wasn't meant to be the avatar, I'm a failure." Aang said to himself, crying heavily. His burns were not scars, yet they still throbbed intensely. There was nothing left to fight for, nothing else to keep him going. The world was crumbling beneath him, and there was nothing he could do about it.