Okay, first off, I want to say THANK YOU! I love you guys, and whether you reviewed or not, it makes my day. With 64135 hit and 681 reviews (so far) is so much MORE than I ever expected or even dreamed of. Wow. That's a lot. XD I couldn't have made it this far without you guys. I would list all the people, but there is to many, and I'm afraid to leave someone out. So, you're wondering about the future, huh? Well expect another drabble series, maybe Zutara, but I think it's going to be basically about everything. From the cabbage man to zutara, to angst to more sokka and zuko pain. XD Also I've recently started to get interested in the Spirit World so expect a lot from there too. Hm, I think I'm going to get bored with out this drabble series to update...and I'm sad. It's been a great experience and you guys are so fun and encouraging. Maybe, I hope, I think, I dream that I will make a long story fic in the future, and I slightly scared. XD To me, it's hard to write stories, for my inspiration runs low. But, I dunno, maybe. But don't worry, I'll still be updating my new drabble series (which you can expect to be up either tomorrow, today, or two days later)

About this drabble, yes I know there is death, but it is still happy. Don't worry. I think of it as the proper ending. Don't think of it as angst, think of it as an official happy ending. Cause, it is.

Everything must, eventually, come to an end.

A law of life it is, a detail of gravity, and a simple ending to our tiny lives in this small world.

The sands of time, each tiny grain, is falling down and quickly running out. Graves of the dead, and fresh new cries of newborns echo around the world. Now, the princess of the Fire Nation held the hand of a warrior, a queen, and a mother.

"No, mother, don't sleep, please don't sleep.."

The Fire Lord died just a little less than a month ago.

"I am tired, my love."

The ex-Fire Lady lays on her bed of silk, counting the moments she is going to join him.

"Mother please, don't sleep...you still have to teach your granddaughter to be a master like you...I need you...please.."

The princess is sitting on the bed, a lonely bed with a lonely wife, who is now slowly loosening her grip on her daughter's hand. She watches as her only daughter cries, her grandchildren which she loves so dearly are now playing outside in the grass where she taught them to bend.

"I had a lovely dream, Ursa, darling, you would never guess.."

Her wrinkled and dark hand touches her bare neck, the once blue necklace of her mother was now around the neck of her only daughter, years of age and adventure in that fragile piece of jewelry.

The ex-Fire Lady remembered how her son was just crowned ruler just weeks ago, and how he looked so much like his father. Slowly her mind drifted away to a time of flying and battles, with angry princes, and fights that determined the fate of that very day.

She remembered how Zuko had striking features of his father in his appearance.

But she also remembered how his heart had grown to be so much like his Uncle.

Now, the spitting image of her grandmother, Katara let out a long sigh as her son with the familiar golden flame on his head, was sitting next to her holding her head and wiping away the stray hairs from her face.

"Tell us mother, tell us what was in your dream." Her son spoke to her.

Blue eyes stared into golden ones, she noted how much she missed that color, and she heard her grandchildren giggle outside in the garden which she also missed so much.

"Pirates."

Her voice was raspy and terribly tired, and she faintly heard her daughter choke on a sob.

The ex-Fire Lady's eyes sparkled like they used to when she was young, and slowly the morning grew upon them, and she felt her son's hand tremble,and her daughter's shake.

She was reminded of the last night she kissed her husband, the last night they smiled and laughed, and the last time she ever felt whole.

The very last night they settled into bed, she remembered Zuko's soft kiss on her neck and slowly as his old bones cracked, sleepily began to fall asleep. His last words would be in her heart till the very day she died. Which felt so soon.

"Katara, I love you, forever. I'll wake up when the sun rises my dear love. When the sun rises."

He never woke up.

Age and time took over him, and he silently went away in the brief moments of the night. The moon watched over him, as his heart gave it's last beat and he breathed his last bit of air. She rose with the moon, and found him, screaming as she felt tears run down her face.

Now, it was her time, and she felt it, deep in her bones as she smiled upon the weeping faces of her children.

"Wait till I rub it in his face that I lived longer then him, children. He'll be jealous."

They cried, and she did nothing but smile as her daughter buried her face in her mother's hands and her strong son softly choked on his silent crying, struggling to stay strong for all of them just like his father would have done.

Small children wondered into the room with wide eyes, their small minds finally figuring out what the meaning of this all was. Running to the bed they hugged their grandmother, squeezing their father and their aunt's hand. Brother and sister stared at their dying mother, crying even more tears.

Katara, who knew this feeling, touched both her children on the cheeks, smiling with bright but slowly fading blue eyes.

"Whatever you do, always forgive and love. Just remember that, tell my story, tell your own, and be happy."

She knew, she hated the feeling that she was so useless right now, her tired body barely moved anymore and she could feel her time coming. Any moment now, any dear moment she feared the end was coming. For now, in her nineties, she knew that everything was done and everything good.

It was the end.

But it was also the beginning of the new end.

"Mother, please, no, don't leave us.."

The world disappeared from her sight and hearing, and all the ex-Fire Lady knew was that she was tired.

"Loves, goodbye."

Cries were muffled as she felt something heavy weeping on her chest, and her hand slowly slipped away to her chest as she held the necklace of her marriage and shut her tired blue eyes.

"I'm coming, Zuko. I'm coming."

She fell asleep, for the last time, the bright golden sun light reflecting on her dark skin as the newborn cries of her third grandchild were heard and she felt everything, finally, come to an end.

A smile on her lips, she entered a world where there was no end, and she could finally be whole again.

With him.

"I'm here, love. I'm here."

Finally.

FIN.