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AnEnding

The solemn procession walked on through the rain and mud. The body of a young man borne on their shoulders, heads bowed, faces streaked with sweat and tears. Helmets and skull like face guards thrown aside. Weapons forgotten, left to rust. The honour guard dressed in reds, blues and greens all led by orange. No one cared that they were the enemy, no one wanted to fight anymore. All it took was one last heart to stop beating for them to stop. Such a price for peace.

She had nothing left, a powerful mind twisted by lies and cruel words, finally snapped. All thoughts of power, of fighting vanished as she stared at bloody hands. Not her own blood, this frightened her even more, his blood. Had she not chased him, threatened him, she would have killed him herself she was sure of that but this way, this was wrong. She felt a coldness on her check, tears. She had not cried since she was a baby, now she wept. Hair matted with blood and mud, hanging messily around her ash stained face. The picture of a perfect princess, broken. Ty-lee held a sobbing Mai, the most emotion she has ever show, in her arms as she cried as well. Grief surrounded her and crashed down like a great wave. Pain swelled up inside of her like never before, something unfamiliar piercing her black heart. Could it be guilt, remorse? How should she know having never felt them before.

Finally raising her eyes she saw the battlefield clearly, for the first time she saw not corpses but humans, not a battle but a slaughter. They were crying for him too, his enemies, no now they were his friends. Why were they so willing to accept him and so ready to grieve for him. The little blind one had clutched his body like a lost brother, the Water Bender had given a chaste kiss to his dead lips and the Water Tribe warrior had laid his fractured swords next to his body in reverence. But he was her brother, her flesh and blood. Blood that's right, her hands were covered with it.

Her uncle held her mother's hand as he solemnly declared a end to the fighting, the Fire Nation had lost both it's young princes and its Firelord. The Nation was tired of death and so surrendered. The war ended, tomorrow they could celebrate, today they buried the last of the dead.

She stood held between two guards, an earth bender and a water tribe warrior, her hands were chained and covered. It didn't matter though, she had no fire left. Her brother's body was placed next to his sires and both were set alight, the smoke guiding their spirits to the next life. How she wished she could join them on that funeral pyre, life seemed a worse fate than death now everything she had ever believed in lay in ashes.

Peace came, Iroh was a great Firelord and before he passed helped set up a stable government. Now she was the only royal left. She would sit next to the window of the little house on Ember Island where they placed her to 'keep her out of the way'. She hardly ever moved, a porcelain doll, pale and beautiful but fragile and empty. The doctor who was to care for her would visit and take records of her ramblings and eventually learned the story.

"So what made her lose it in the end" his wife asked.

"It was the great battle, as we all now Prince Zuko was helping the Avatar, so they were battling each other, brother versus sister"

"So she killed him and went mad with guilt, right"

"No, its worse, he saved her"

"What?"

"Firelord Ozai sent a bolt of lightning at him just as Master Katara of the Southern Water Tribe sent a wave of water at her, water conducts electricity, they were both wet. So he took the lightning into his body and redirected it rather than let it hit them both. Of course it passed through his entire body, including his heart. I don't think she understands why and it has driven her insane because a mind like hers could never understand why someone would give up their life for another especially someone who was willing to kill them."

"Why?" the figure kneeled down beside her and whispered in her ear" You were, are and always will be my little sister" she felt a soft kiss on her check "Now its time we all finally found peace".

The doctor found her sitting in her chair as always but this time her eyes were closed and her skin cold, passed away in her sleep he concluded. He noticed before he left that she held something in her hands, an aged and faded portrait of the royal family.

AN: I do not want Zuko to die, this will not happen, better not , nope this was just an idea I had focusing on Azula.

Zuko, Aang, Katara, defiantly Iroh, Sokka, Toph, Suki, Hakoda, Ursa Mai, Ty-lee, Appa, Momo, cabbage man even Azula can't die. I suppose Ozai has to, but only if really necessary ( we could put him in a pit somewhere and have Sokka occasionally poke him with a stick).

Jet and Yue live on in our hearts ; p