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And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, By Dylan Thomas

Visitor 6

Although she didn't have much sense of time, Azula knew that the day had come.

The day her father would be executed. And, possibly, she along with him.

When she woke up, there was a pile of clothes sitting in the corner. Azula immediately sat up, stretched, and walked over to the clothes. Picking them up, she felt the material. Silk. The finer kind, too. The kind made just for royals.

Azula picked up the articles of clothing, and looked around. Two guards were on duty. Was she expected to change into her new attire? In front of these men, who leered at her body when they thought she wasn't looking?

It was obvious that she was not going to get any privacy. But Azula decided that she would not be intimidated by them. She stripped down to her bindings and put her new clothes on. She wadded her old outfit into a ball.

The Fire Princess looked down to find a tie for her hair. She hadn't done it in forever, but her hands remembered the movements. With practiced ease she pulled two raven locks, one from each side, down from her head to frame her face. She had no mirror, but Azula expected that she looked exactly as she had years before. Older, but still the same.

Her knew clothes meant that she would be attending the execution. She was surprised at that. Azula expected to have to sit in her cell, listening for her father's cries and imagining his body, which would be up in flames. It was much crueler, to have her watch her sire die.

Fastening her armor on her shoulders, Azula heard the door open. The visitor was silent as they walked to her cell. Azula rolled her eyes at the wall. Who would it be this time? She didn't think that the Avatar had anyone left in his group of hooligans.

She wasn't facing the bars of the cell, but she could tell that the visitor was standing right outside. They seemed to have brought more guards with them. Azula could hear more voices whispering in the background.

She smoothed down her skirt as she waited.

"Hello, Azula."

Azula's eyes widened. She couldn't believe it.

It was her brother.

The one who took the throne from her. The one who hadn't come to see her in two years.

She composed herself, making her face inexpressive. Then she turned to face him.

They immediately locked eyes, gold on gold. Keeping the stare, Azula walked forward so they only had the bars to separate them. She refused to look away, and Zuko's eyes narrowed. Her brother broke their stare and nodded at one of the guards. The guard moved forward and unlocked the cell, pushing the sliding bars aside.

Azula stood motionless as she looked at the opening. What was happening? Was she being let out? Or did her brother decide that her time was up?

Zuko motioned for her to come forward. She quickly stepped out, trying not to seem eager.

But she was. She hadn't seen anything but gray walls in two years. She wanted to breathe in fresh air, to see the green grass. She wanted to feel the sun on her face.

As she followed her brother to the exit, she passed one of the guards who stood and watched while she switched outfits. So, she took the wad of clothes and shoved it into his stomach. Hard. She smirked as the heard a low groan come from behind her.

Azula thought she would at least be getting out of the prison. But her brother was taking her down, below the prison. The tunnels that they walked through were lit with small torches on the wall. Azula stared at the flames.

"Where are you taking us, brother?" she asked to Zuko's back. He didn't reply, which irritated Azula.

Finally, they came to another door. It was much like the one that led into her cell. A guard that was stationed there unlocked the door. Zuko walked in.

Azula froze. Was this what Zuko had in mind? To take her from one cell to the next?

A guard behind her told her to walk forward. Azula shook her head lightly, and walked in.

Azula was horrified at what she saw.

Zuko had taken her to her Ozai's cell.

The ex Fire Lord sat on the ground in the corner. He was a sickly pale color. His hair was graying slightly. As she tentatively stepped forward to join Zuko, she watched as her father's eyes tried to follow her movements, but couldn't and rolled back into his head.

For the first time, Azula let her face show a hint of emotion. She couldn't contain her shock.

She was breathing hard as she turned to Zuko, asking her question with her eyes.

Why?

But he only replied, "I'll leave you be for a moment," and walked to the door.

Azula turned back to her father and immediately got down on her knees into a bow. "Father," she said.

Ozai didn't reply.

Azula lifted her head to look at him. Ozai just looked up at the ceiling. His breathing was hard.

"Father," Azula said again, more urgent. But, he didn't pay attention to her. It was like he didn't even know she was there.

As much as Azula didn't want to admit it, she knew what was happening. She never thought it would, though.

Ozai had given up.

He knew he was going to die. His bending and his throne were gone. He had nothing left to live for.

"No, no, no," Azula whispered. Shaking, she stood up, fists clenched.

"No," she said fiercely. "You can't do this!"

This time Ozai did look at her. But his eyes were glazed over. They flickered back and forth, not recognizing her. He opened his mouth, and all that came out was a low moan.

Azula was almost on the verge of tears. How cold her father give up? That's not the kind of person she knew him to be. She wanted the old Ozai back.

She wanted her father back.

A tear slipped down her cheek. Followed by another. Then they just kept coming, streaming down her face as she sob. Then, she broke.

"No!" she screamed at him. "You can't let them do this. You have to fight! You have to do something, anything!" she sobbed.

"Please," she whispered, grabbing onto the bars and resting her forehead on them.

She knew there was nothing she could do. Ozai was done, and that was that.

So Azula decided that she was done too.

She stepped back and wiped her face on her sleeve. Then she walked away. And she didn't look back.

Zuko was waiting outside the door. He watched her as she came out, his eyes saying everything she didn't want to hear.

I'm sorry.

She walked next to him as they went back through the tunnels. She held her head down, not wanting her brother to see the tears that slipped down her face.

She was taken back to her cell. As soon as she walked in, Azula made her way to her cot and laid down, curling up into a ball.

The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was her brother sitting on the ground in front of her cell.

Some time later, Azula woke up to the sound of her cell being opened again. She stayed where she was.

A guard walked in. "We are to escort you to the Royal Plaza, per Fire Lord Zuko's wishes."

Azula sighed and got up. She took a moment to smooth down her hair and attire, then walked to the guard and held her wrists out. She winced as her hands were roughly shackled. She was then led out, a trail out guards following her.

The Royal Plaza wasn't far from the prison, yet she was taken in a palanquin. It was obviously Zuko's idea. And for that, Azula was grateful. It would spare her the glares of the citizens who now hated her.

The palanquin stopped, and Azula was promptly helped out. She was led into a small side building and taken up to a balcony that overlooked the plaza. Zuko stood, looking over the side at his people. The sun was setting.

Azula stood next to her brother, who gave her a nod of acknowledgment.

Azula looked over the edge. A sea of red surrounded the grounds. The people made a circle around the center of the plaza, which held a large vertical beam in the center, with pieces of wood near at the bottom.

She rested her hands on the rail. They had become red and tired from the shackles. Zuko noticed this, and motioned called for a guard to take them off, much to Azula's surprise. He brother trusted her enough to stand right next to her without anything to protect himself.

When the sky became a reddish-pink, a horn was sounded. The people were silent as Ozai was led out to the center of the circle. The sea of red parted for him. Many of the people were yelling out insults and spitting at him, but he didn't seem to care.

Azula held her breath as her father was shackled onto the beam. She watched as a Fire Sage stepped forward, a scroll in hand. He said a few words, and then proceeded to name off Ozai's crimes.

The Fire Nation citizens were silent as the Fire Sage stepped away and the Firing Squad took his place. The elite team of firebenders made a small circle around Ozai.

Azula watched as they performed various intricate movements. It was a ritual, she realized. Then, one of the firebenders gave a shout, and they fired.

And Ozai was up in flames.

Cheers erupted from all around, loud and joyous. Azula and Zuko were silent, though, as they watched their father through flames.

Azula had thought that Ozai would scream. But he was silent. The smoke rose, and a long with it, the smell of burning flesh. Azula though she would be sick.

Breathing hard, Azula closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the rest. She waited and waited as the cheers grew louder.

Finally, she heard her brother say, "It's over."

She opened her eyes. The fire was still going, as were the cheers, but Ozai was gone.

She turned to Zuko, who was watching the fire intently. The sun was almost gone.

She looked back to the fire and whispered, "I don't want to die." From the corner of her eye she saw Zuko look at her.

"I don't want you to, either," he replied.

And then he grabbed her hand, and held on tight.

A/N: The end.

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