OK! The scene you've all been waiting for! I'm sorry if it's like crap.

And this chapter focuses solely on the Agni Kai.

Disclaimer: I do not own American Dragon: Jake Long nor Avatar.

Chapter 14: Ancient Dragon, Wake upon Fire

It was a small world, or Jake should have paid more attention in his history class when they discussed the ways of spreading news over the time and also when things like Email, the Pony Express, and the other stuff were started.

Either way, nearly the entire world knew about the Agni Kai before sunset.

Ships sailed in from across the oceans, people walked across nearly half of the entire Earth Kingdom, and fleets of boats came in from both Water Tribes just to see that 'Prince Zuko' was dueling his father, the Fire Lord.

They knew that if he was victorious, Ozai's reign would end before Sozin's comet and maybe the Fire Nation's world domination could be delayed for another decade or so. If Zuko didn't succeed, he'd die.

Since there was too big of a crowd for a single Royal Fire Nation Ship Procession, large as it was, to accommodate, it would be done on land; near a deserted, flat plateau at sundown as the arena and the surrounding area as somewhat of a stadium.

It was almost time.

Jake knelt at one end of the plateau; the sun on the opposite side of the arena.

It seemed that nearly everyone in the world knew. In the time he was preparing for the Agni Kai, there were many people whom he'd never met before either wish him luck, curse him, glare at him, or simply say nothing at all; walking straight past him as if he didn't exist.

Common slander was: "Good luck, Prince Zuko." That, or: "We'll collect your remains if there are any." Or something else along those lines said by the anti-war and the pro-war soldiers, people, and even children.

In truth, Jake didn't do much except for walk around, do a few push-ups and sit-ups, take a long nap, and stretch and try to summon his dragon powers.

His uncle was acting crazy in that time span; trying to teach him many techniques, worry about his being, trying to shove chi-enhancing tea down his throat, and some other whacky things Jake didn't want to mention.

In the end, he turned to Iroh.

"Iroh, I need my rest. You don't want me to pass out from exhaustion just as I can win, do you?" he asked.

Iroh backed down and didn't bother him again for the rest of the afternoon.

Sunset was just beyond the horizon as Jake crouched down; his back to his father, just like Iroh taught him. Aang and Sokka even came; watching in the front line along with Iroh, Rose, Azula and her friends.

Katara was at the edge of the platform; just facing Jake and softly whispering to him as he held her hand within his.

"You don't have to do this." Rose whispered to him.

Jake looked at her with a small smile on his face.

"There's a difference between having to do this and wanting to do this. I want to because it's the right thing. I can't let this go. And it's already too late to get out of it." Jake sighed with a small humorous chuckle.

Rose looked into his eyes; the mystic blue orbs peering into Jake's gold ones with concern, sadness, and fear.

All of a sudden, it was all gone.

"Just cheer for me and pray that I come out alive, ok?" he whispered to his girlfriend.

"I will, Jake. And one more thing." She said softly to him; her eyes on the verge of tears.

"What's that?" Jake whispered.

Rose, with a small cry, threw her arms around his neck; sweeping his lips into a kiss mixed with her tears. Jake kissed her back; resting his hands on her arms.

"I love you." Rose whispered as they pulled away.

"I love you too." Jake said back; kissing Rose on her tear-ridden cheek before she turned away and walked back into the audience.

Iroh came up to him.

"You're doing the right thing." He said; patting Jake's shoulders and holding back sobs.

"Ah, just get it over with." Jake said; opening his arms. Iroh leaned forth; sobbing uncontrollably on Jake's shoulder.

"There, there." Jake said; patting his back and Iroh pulled away; running back to the crowd.

That kid, what's-his-name, with the orange robes came to him.

"Zuko." He said simply.

Jake stared at him silently with no hint of emotion in his eyes. After all, he barely knew the kid.

"Yes?" Jake asked him.

This was getting somewhat annoying; the kid had done nothing but stare at him for 3 minutes.

"Thank you." He said simply.

Jake nodded; patting him twice on the shoulder and watching him turn away and walk back to the crowd.

He knew the kid enough to know that a small part of that kid wanted him to get killed so he could have Rose, or Katara, to himself. That would never happen.

A gong rang in the distance; signaling that the fight was to begin. Jake turned; facing his supposed father, but still couldn't see his face because of the sun's shadowing.

Jake gulped; trying to remember what his uncle had taught him in the past week or so. A stream of fire came shooting at him; Jake noticing it just in time to dodge it and send another one back.

Taking a chance, he used a stream of fire as a decoy; running at his father and, when a safe, yet dangerous distance from him, launched a large barrier of Fire towards his opposing side.

Something collided with it and it created somewhat like a barrier or smoke to keep Jake from seeing.

Out of nowhere, a scorching blaze struck him in the abdomen; making him double up in pain as another shot came at his neck.

Multiple streams and shots of fire came at him and Jake, not knowing much about Firebending in the first place, was almost always hit and burns took place on his flesh; searing him and nearly blinding him because of the smoke.

A final one hit him square in the eye, his scar, and caused him to collapse on the ground.

Gathering his strength to get up, something else fell on him and pinned him to the ground.

He felt hot breath hissing in his ear words of pure spite.

"You are a failure after all. We would all be better off if you died."

It was from his so-called father. He'd had enough.

Gathering up the rage that was surging within him, Jake felt it channel towards his hands and unleashed a beam of great heat and strength.

The weight was off of him and the familiar surge of scales and turning swept through him; it was Dragon Up.

Leaping up and off of the smoke, he felt his wings and the blow of air on his face as his vision became clear and he was up in the air.

Examining his arms, he found that his scales weren't red, but of a fierce gold and shined with what his grandpa called an aura around it.

His wings were larger and more defined with small claws at the top of them.

Seemingly, he stood on his 2 feet and it seemed that he was only half dragon.

He had the same male anatomy, but he had dragon feet, dragon hand complete with claws, a tail, and a mane of hair in the back. His teeth grew to fangs and the skin on his body was covered in golden scales.

Gasps and murmurs arose from the crowd and Jake guessed they'd witnessed his transformation.

The smoke cleared and Ozai, looking up, saw his son in the shape of a dragon.

Jake held no mercy in his eyes as he dived down and began to shoot fire at him.

With every blow, the fire grew stronger, fiercer, and harder for Ozai to control.

With a final whip of his tail, his father fell.

With a foot on his father's chest, Jake knew he'd triumphed over this Agni Kai.

"You wouldn't hesitate to kill me, just as I won't to kill you." Jake whispered with hatred and raised his arms for a final blow.

Just then, night fell but an explosion bright enough to be seen around the world had taken the place of the lost sun.

A mighty roar of triumph and blast of blue fire erupted from Jake's lips and everyone in the world knew that it was over.