A/N: Alrighty party people. Here's chapter 13, the second to last chapter. Again, mostly convo, I know I know. I gotta work on that. Anyways, we've got some action in this chapter. Heh heh. So I just thought that I'd tell you guys that there will be sequel. Lemme know what you guys think.
I do not own A:TLA nor am I trying to make money off it blah blah blah…etc
Enjoy!
"That's the village over there." said Zuko, pointing towards the houses ahead of them. The gang ran towards the village. Sokka slowed down as they reached the village.
"I don't see anyone." he said, looking around. Nobody replied. When they walked into the center of the village they looked around, not moving. There wasn't anybody standing by the fountain or in any of the door ways. They found the houses to be empty as they looked around.
"Hey you guys! Over here!" called Aang. He was standing in the doorway of one of the houses. Everybody ran over to him and peered into the house. There was a little girl lying on the floor with a doll in her hand. She wasn't moving.
"Is she…ya know…dead?" asked Suki.
"I don't think so." said Aang. Katara walked into the house and stood by the girl. She squatted down lower and moved some of the girls hair. The little girl moved and opened her eyes.
"Who are you?" she asked frantically. "Wait you're the Avatar." The girl sat up.
"Yes I am. What are you doing here? Where's the rest of your village?" asked Aang. He took a step closer to her.
"I stayed behind. I don't like fire. My village went to ambush the palace." she spoke the last sentence slowly, her eyes falling onto Zuko and Mai. Katara shot a worried look towards Aang.
"How long ago did the leave?" asked Aang seriously.
"Not to long ago." They girl stood up and walked over to the table in the house. Zuko looked at Aang.
"We have to get to the palace or find Azula and Ozai now." he said.
"I know." Aang walked away and the rest of the group followed.
"Goodbye!" called the girl from the door. She waved and smiled.
The village people looked at the palace. The leader stood in front of them. "This is it, my people! This is the moment when we will please Ozai!" he yelled. The crowd erupted in cheers. They held up their torches and watched as the leader lit his torch. "Let's do this!" he yelled. The people lit their torches and ran towards the palace screaming.
Ozai and Azula watched as torches ran towards the palace. "Soon I will be Firelord again and the world will see fire once again." said Ozai. Azula looked at him. She smiled.
"It's been three years since you were Firelord. Three years to long." she said quietly.
"Yes." he said slowly. "This will be over soon." One of the unused parts of the palace went up in flames. The fire lit up the night sky. "Our plan is working." said Ozai as the fire engulfed another part of the palace.
The team stopped running when they saw the part of the palace go up in flames. "Zuko." whispered Mai as she grabbed his arm. The second part of the was washed over with flames. Everyone looked at the palace. "Katara! Come with me!" said Aang as he ran towards the fire. Katara followed quickly. Zuko saw Ozai and Azula standing not to far from where they were. "We have one more thing to do." said Zuko gravely.
The village threw more torches onto the raging fire that covered a part of the palace. The fire was high and consumed the torches quickly. The leader smiled at the burning palace. "More!" he screamed. As he finished, water sprayed the villager's torches. Aang and Katara ran towards the palaces. More watered rained over the palace. The fire hissed as the water hit it. Smoke went high into the air. A wave washed over the palace and the people. The fire was dieing down but the people grabbed more torches. Aang blasted wind at them at the people and the torches flew into the air. Katara put the last of the flames out. The villagers looked timidly at Aang and Katara, scared to do anything else. Aang and Katara looked up to where they had been standing. Blue and orange lit up the sky and Katara gasped. "Let's go!" she cried and the two of them ran towards the fight.
