Okay, I don't know what this is, just something I feel needs to be here.

And so this is what it has become…

Regardless of what is said, I betrayed the one person who ever cared for me…

And for that I am damned.

Zuko awoke with a start. The dream had come again, the one that now seemed to haunt his every step. His in blood…by the young princes hand. He sighed as he stood up from his bed, staring toward the window.

It seemed that even as he stared upon the city, it was changing. Slowly but surely, it was becoming a piece of the Fire Nation, as stone buildings were replaced by cold metal and steam. The great city was becoming a tomb of iron, another of the endless faucets of the Nation that lived up to it's name by incinerating all life before it, like a flame moves across a leaf.

In a way, it was painful to look at his land of origin without feeling like that, without feeling that he was a son of the nation of death. He realized now why there were times that his just seemed broken. He must have been thinking about the same thing.

But Zuko could not complain now. He had made his choice, weather or not it was right. He had had one chance to choose his destiny, and he had chosen it.

He had chosen to be a son of flame and death.

He had chosen to betray his uncle.

He had chosen to side with his sister, and the Fire Nation.

He had chosen to spurn the chance he was given.

He had chosen all of this, and in this moment, realized that it should not have been chosen. But there was only one way to begin to make it right.

He looked up at the sky, noticing the beginnings of a storm. He smiled lightly at this, realizing that the gods agreed with him. And harnessed that last technique that he had learned from his uncle. But only part of it.

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"Princess Azula!" Yelled a Dai Lee agent approaching the throne. "Your brother was found outside, dead. We believe that he was struck by lighting."

Azula just smiled. Mai actually began to tear up.

"Azula," she asked "did you-

"No," She replied. "It seems that he wasn't as strong as I thought. He came face to face with what he had done, and couldn't stand the sight." She laughed. "Well, he's in the place were the weak belong now, in the grave."

And the conquest of the world by the Fire Nation continued, as well as its defeat. None noticed the loss of a single boy. Except one old man, torn apart by the blackest kind of grief.

That was it, I guess. Sorry for the depressing piece there.