A/N: So It's been a while...sorry everyone, school has been really killing me these last few weeks, among other things...but no matter, I am here and so is my fiction of the fan variety of the amazing Avatar Tyzulaness...Thanks again for all of your patience and please read and respond!

Chapter 13

Suki

She's dying. One of my newer and greater warriors is dying of wounds made by a dream. It's so impossible, nothing like this has ever happened, and yet here it is, she falls asleep and now can't wake up. Damn Azula, damn her into the pit of flames she's started...

I sat by Ty Lee's bedside for days, wondering if she would ever wake up. Katara has been doing healing sessions with her every day but she hasn't responded. Sokka sits with me too and we wait, he holds me and I cry sometimes but I try to stay strong just in case she wakes up, I don't want her to think I'm weak. How could this happen? I thought the infatuation Ty Lee had for Azula was a mutual thing, how could she do this to someone she loved?

"She's heartless." I spat after hours of silence.

"No, I don't think so." Aang said surely.

"How do you figure that? Aang, she nearly killed Ty Lee!" I protested.

"We don't know that it was her..."

"We don't know?! Aang who else could burn her like this?"

"Yeah, and why are you suddenly siding with Azula like she isn't a bad guy?" Sokka chimed in almost immediately.

"Zuko turned out to be fine, why not Azula?"

"That's completely different." I growled under my breath.

"Is it?" Aang stood up and stared me down. "He chased us around for the longest time bent on being accepted by his father and country again, maybe Azula is no different than him at all."

"You hold too much faith in people, Aang, unlike Zuko, Azula is a cold blooded killer. He may have been the hunter for so long but she actually came closer to killing us all almost immediately upon meeting us. She's more devious than Zuko, he would have taken live prisoners, she would have killed us."

"Everyone has a weakness." Aang shrugged and sat back down.

"So what's Azula's?" Sokka asked. "Her father?"

"Her country..." I added.

"No." He looked up at us for a moment and then back down at Ty Lee. "Her."

I already knew how much Ty Lee adored the once so amazing Fire Princess, amazing is her word for it not mine, but I could not understand that, Azula always treated her so badly, what could Ty Lee see in her? Until Zuko's request that Ty Lee escort the prisoner to Ba Sing Se, I had treated Ty Lee as my own sister, protecting her and keeping her mind away from a deviant like Azula. But maybe what Aang said was right, maybe the feeling she had for her was mutual, making Ty Lee Azula's ultimate weakness, but how could that be if she is the one who did this to her?

Ty Lee is Dying because of Azula. This is unforgivable and she will not get away with it.

Azula

She is my weakness, my strength, my everything, and I have to give her up just to get her back. That is how I see things right now. Father claims that my priorities are not in order, as they typically are, but my allegiance is still with him and the Fire Nation, but my heart is still with her. Father says that makes me weak and if I am not careful it will be my demise.

He wanted to teach me how to 'Dream Weave', some sacred art used by only one Fire Nation strategist during the middle part of the war. I have never heard of it before now, an art of getting inside the human mind to seek information. As useful as that could be, what could I do with such a task? It would take years to master properly and unfortunately Father isn't sure how to teach me.

"What about a master? Perhaps the strategist from the war?" I inquired.

"He passed away years ago." He responded smugly.

"I see..." I nodded and stared through the fire pit. "How did you learn?"

"You won't like the answer."

"Tell me." I felt like I was begging, which was so beneath me. "Please?"

"Chung, the strategist from the war, had only a few students in his life time, afraid that it would be used poorly or become destructive, one of his students however, was your late Mother, Ursa. When we met she taught me. That is, until she disappeared."

"Late?" I choked on my own spit. "Mother is..."

"Dead." He nodded then moved on as though her death was nothing to him. "She taught me only a few tricks, how to get in, get out, manipulation of sorts and the like...it was quite fascinating."

So she's dead...what do I care? She never loved me...she never cared...all of her love she gave to Zuko...not me.

"Azula! Pay attention. Since I can not teach you this art, you will monitor my movements as I take out our enemies."

"Take them out? I thought weaving only meant you could gather information."

"You needn't worry about what happens in the dream state." He seemed so annoyed at my questions. "If I look like I'm struggling you need to wake me up."

"How long does it take?"

"For as long as I need. You'll need to stay awake for that long."

I could not argue with him. He was my father, my Fire Lord, he could call me on treason if I questioned him further than I had already. So I stayed awake for days, not sure what I was supposed to be observing but I watched him intently for any sudden changes or struggle. Nothing. Just silence, just slumber.

Ozai

Dreams can be manifestations of memories, even if they are not your own memories. I find myself to be a very proud man, up until the end of the war one of the proudest moments for this family was Azula drilling through the wall of Ba Sing Se. I could only imagine her triumph over those fools, taken down by a teenager must have been embarrassing for them.

But that is not why I am here right now. In this moment I like to reflect on her efforts to win the war, that much is true, but I am really here to settle something. Azula has lost her path and now I need to put her back on it once again. I know her little friend has learned the art of dream weaving and that is why I refuse to teach Azula now. I will not risk having my only and strongest ally turn against me in an act of "love". New dream weavers can not control themselves between staying in their own mind and wandering into the mind of someone else. With Azula awake, the only dream wave near her will be mine and unfortunately for her little girlfriend the dream weaver, she will have to sleep sometime. Thats when I will strike.

And I did...

I took the form of my own daughter and imagine myself in her place at Ba Sing Se standing on top of the great drill that made Fire Nation history forever. Whether she was considered good or evil after this day did not matter, all Fire Nation citizens would know her name from that day on as more than my daughter, more than the Fire Nation Princess, but a conquerer and great military leader. As I gazed at the magnificent break in the wall a sound emerged from behind me. My prey had come. I waited for her to come closer to me and with a few easy movements I shot out flaming daggers, darted and stabbed her sides.

In a dream I can do whatever I want, thats what makes this an art, and in this dream, I killed the only thing standing in the way of Azula's destiny.