After long overdue, I finally get the final chapter finished and uploaded. I didn't plan on such a long delay, but writing this chapter got caught up in last minute college plans, working on old unfinished one-shots, watching the marathons of 'Scooby Doo' and 'Samurai Jake', trying to get a new laptop, and moving down into the basement. I am now a college student living in my parent's basement; cheap rent, fridge and all. I am growing up… and still writing Fanfiction for joy. I have no problem with that last part, as I really do enjoy writing for this show.
Speaking of writing, some updates on new work. If you liked "SAIL", feel free to check on my newest one-shot "A Walking Through Your Dreams". Contains Zutara, the story behind Zuko's scar and spirit intervention.
On that note, I have a new continues fic that should be up in the next (one/two) months. Watch for "Catching Lighting and Overturning Lotus's"; where one stop in the small city of Hasu, turns Zuko and Iroh's run through the Earth Kingdom into a family reunion they never expected. Yep, I went there. It' coming along nicely, so I suggest you check it out if you have time.
Along with that, my fic "A Life Returned" is still going. If you haven't read it, stop by and look around. It's got a slow beginning, I will admit that, but after the first couple short chapters it picks up and gets into the plot. Contains a lot of Lu Ten, Zuko and a very sassy Toph.
Now, for the last chapter of "SAIL". Still considering tiding up on "Ozai's Tour: Deleted Scenes". Is anyone interested in that? I know there were a few comments about doing it last chapter, but are any of you actually interested in reading that? If so, let me know and I will work on getting that finished and edited.
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A familiar heat sank through Ozai's form, filling in the chilling cold he had accepted at the beginning of his journey. As a firebender, there sat an intense heat at the center of his chest, and even though he no longer controlled the element of his birth, that burning heat had still remained, supplying his body with the above average temperature it was accustomed to. Upon entering into the spiritual journey and taking upon an incorporeal form, Ozai had found that heat no longer burning under his flesh. Now, with that warmth spreading from his chest and down into his toes and fingers, Ozai began to shack his head, feeling the heat and the weight of his body as he sunk back into his form.

Lifting his head, the man brushed aside the number of stands of hair that had fallen in front of his face. He blinked several times, and his nostrils flared as the subtle scent of mold came from somewhere above him. Outside the sound of the exchange of guards clicked in Ozai's ears. The physical world began to come back to life as he blinked away the fogginess that still lurked behind his eyes.

"How are you holding up Uncle Ozai?" The voice drew Ozai's attention towards it. He turned his head, snarling like an animal as the shifting form of his nephew came into view. Had he not been so angry, Ozai might have noticed the way Lu Ten's form was foggier that it had been, or the way he was more transparent around the edges.

"Why are you still here?" Ozai sneered. "I thought we were finished."

"I can't just let you go so easily," Lu Ten smiled as he sat down on the single bed the room sported. He wrinkled his nose down at the mess of blankets which Ozai had left in a tangled bundle on the mattress. He pushed the covers farther away from him; his hand several uneven shades of blue. "I have to see if something sank in through this whole trip. Now tell me, what did you learn?"

Ozai rolled his eyes. "I learned to say no next time you ask something."

"Really?" Lu Ten snickered. "I am being serious here. The sooner you answer my questions, the sooner I can leave you alone."

"Or I could refuse to answer and you could leave in an angry huff." Ozai challenged.

"Please." Lu Ten pleaded. "We've been on this journey together, we've seen the same things. You can't tell me there isn't one comment you wish to make concerning anything you saw."

"I wish you had left me here to begin with." Ozai spoke with such venom and distain that it bit back at Lu Ten.

"Uncle please-"

"Do not call me that!" Ozai sneered deeply.

Lu Ten bit his lip, and decided to try a different approach. "You're going to have to tell them."

"Tell them what?"

"Where Aunt Ursa is." Lu Ten supplied. "They can't find her without you giving up that crucial information."

"They clearly haven't looked hard enough." Ozai growled. "If they want her so bad, than they will look harder."

"You whipped away all evidence of her existence." Lu Ten sighed. "Even a Shirshu can't pick up a scent without something to work off of. You need to give them the information you have on her whereabouts."

"Even if I wanted to," Ozai sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I don't have much to tell. My information is years old. Most likely out of date."

"It's still more than they know." Lu Ten shrugged. "You know her last whereabouts. That could help those kids a lot."

Ozai's head snapped up. "So that was the whole point to this. To convince me to share information."

"No. Like I said, it was to show and teach you. If by some chance you wanted to help in the search that was one you. But even though you are here, in this cell and no longer a part of the world, that doesn't mean you have to just crumble away and forget those living outside. You may never make what you did to your children right, and the world may never forgive you for all you have done, but you still have a choice. Your children are still alive, and they need their mother. You have the clue they need to find her." Lu Ten said.

Ozai lowered his eyes. "But why should I care about them? They left me here. Shoved me aside when they no longer needed me. Why should I help them."

"Because they still are your kids." Lu Ten smiled. His form blinked like a dimming flame, before going strong again. "Because once upon a time, you loved them the way a father is meant to love his kids. And I know that deep down, you still do love them, even if you have trouble realizing and accepting."

"I have nothing for those brats." Ozai growled.

Lu Ten seemed to debate his words. His eyes roamed from Ozai, and along the walls of the cell before landing back onto the older man. "What is one thing you regret most? One thing you wanted more than anything, but never got."

Ozai's eyebrow rose. "I don't see what this has to do with anything."

"Just answer." Lu Ten sighed. "I am the only one here, and the only one who can hear you. If you answer this one question truthfully, I will leave and let you get back to what life you have. But please, all cards on the table and nothing hidden, just tell me."

"You first." Ozai spoke, regaining that underlining sneer of his voice which turned his words almost serpent like. "You tell me that something you regret."

"Alright." Lu Ten broke their gaze, and drifted away. A dull shine lit behind his blurred eyes. "I never became the man I wanted to be. A man my father could truly be proud to call his son."

"What are you talking about? My brother loved you. Everyone loved you." Hatred sat in Ozai's last sentence.

"Not everybody." Lu Ten shrugged. "I was a monster out in that war. I killed more people than I would wish to count. I was a soldier who killed without remorse; without discrimination or concern. Ya, at the end I did realize all that had been wrong with the war. But, I never had the chance to do really anything about it. I died being known as a murderer, when my father risked his life to right the wrongs that this family has done. I said a few words against the war, but he helped bring it down and saved the entire Ba Sing Se. He's a hero, and I died a villain.

"And that is what I regret most." Lu Ten sighed. "Not having gotten the chance to really make a difference and become someone that dad would have been proud to call his son."

"Looks like both of us have unresolved father issues." Ozai raised his eyes as Lu Ten looked back towards him. The two men shared an interlocking, and almost understanding gaze. "All I ever wanted was to please my father, to become someone who he did not look down upon. I never did and he went to his grave thinking me a disappointment."

"There's the answer I've been looking for." Lu Ten perked up. "Now you see what you in return did to your own children. He took those feelings you hade as a kid, and used your children as an outlet to your rage. All either of them ever wanted, was to please you, but you were never satisfied."

"Little use this knowledge does me now." Ozai chuckled darkly.

"I'm dead."

Ozai tossed a concerned glare at the teen. "I am aware."

"You didn't let me finish. I am actually, properly and will forever be dead." Lu Ten chuckled lightly. "But you aren't. You may be in this cell for the rest of your life, but that doesn't mean you can't attempt to right your wrongs from here."

"And what do you expect me to do? Write apology letters to everyone I have ever wronged."

Lu Ten rolled his eyes. "No. That would probably take more rolls of parchment than you're allowed. But no, that's not what I was going to tell you."

Lu Ten stopped, and turned his head towards the single thin slat of a window way above Ozai's head. The deceased prince's form blinked once or twice, before resetting back into the solid blue form. "It's morning. Seems my time is up and it's time for me to go. Remember everything you have seen on this trip when you decide what you want to do from here."

A strong wind enveloped the room, sending Ozai's matted hair whipping about in the small tornado. The wind died down, and the heavy sound of the items in the room dropping back into place met Ozai's ears before he managed to pushed the hair back and glare around the room. Lu Ten was no longer present, and he sat alone, leaning his weight against the wall farthest from the door.

From outside, there came the sound of a fist knocking against his metal door. Without giving another warning, a man clothed in the uniforms of the prison staff entered, caring a tray containing a single bowl of soup and bread. "Dinner time Ozai."

Ozai narrowed his eyes into a glare at the man, who appeared to be no more than twenty five. After a moment, the glare softened. Ozai found himself dropping his gaze. "I have a request to make."

"You're in no position to be making requests." The man said as he sat the plate onto the small table near the bed. "And I am not delivering a letter to some rebel group, no matter how much you threaten or offer."

"I am not making threats." Ozai growled as he spoke. "I am wishing to ask an audience with my son."

"And why would you want that?" The guard grinned. "What do you have to say to our Fire Lord that you have not already stated to the world?"

"I have information on the possible whereabouts of Lady Ursa that…" Ozai gritted his teeth but continued, "might be of importance."

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And that is the end. I didn't really have a clear idea on what I wanted this chapter so I started and let it all come together. I am kind of happy with the outcome. Especially Lu Ten. I like getting to explore his character and all that, it's so much fun.

But that's it for this story. Look out for more work from me, and check out other things I have done. I hope everyone liked this story as much as I liked to write it.

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