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Right then; my first, and probably last, Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfic. Intended mostly just to be a fun vent on ideas and stuff and my version of the loose ends of the series, it's probably going to turn into some rather demented crack I'll be writing as an excuse to avoid doing homework. For those of you who haven't read the summary, it's Ursa-centric and involves truckloads of OCs and minor characters. The canon characters are coming later, the majority a lot later.

To start off with, here's a short prologue in the form of a written version of a scene of events in Zuko Alone… The rest of the character dialogue will mostly all be from my own mind, promise.

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Dusk hung like a painted canvas around a great portion of the western hemisphere, accompanied by the subdued whistling of a warm, tranquil wind that swept gently through the tropical climate of the islands situated around those parts.

Inside The Royal Palace of the Fire Nation Capital; the youngest prince of the Fire Nation already lay covered, though fully-clothed, in his bed with his eyes half-open. Appearing no older than 11 years of age, his dark hair was simply tied back in a ponytail with a bland-red strip of cloth that matched the dark crimson, brown and gold colour schemes of his clothing. A lit candle to his left-hand side dully illuminated his face and the rich oak of his four-poster bed. Hearing his door creak open, he shifted nervously and glanced wide-eyed towards the source of the creaking, as though paranoid…

A small girl, appearing perhaps a little younger than himself; was leaning against the brim of the door, arms folded. All her hair, spare two ear-length bangs that hung down both sides of her face, was tied into a topknot adorned with a small red crescent-shaped clip. She wore the same manner of clothing as the boy she had obviously come too see, although hers appeared to be designed for a female wearer as opposed to a male wearer.

"Dad's going to kill you." She exclaimed in a sing-song voice. "Really," she turned her head and looked towards the older boy with a leer, showing a close-up of her large, golden irises... "he is."

Sitting up with a look of weary annoyance apparent on his face, he replied, "Ha-ha, Azula. Nice try…"

His younger sister looked towards him with a puzzled expression on her face and began walking towards him, placing a hand on his door as she spoke, "Fine, don't believe me, but I heard everything." She placed a hand around the nearest bedpost to his left-hand side and continued, posing winsomely with her next sentence. "Grandfather said dad's punishment should fit his crime." Deepening her voice slightly as she mimicked her grandfather, she brought a fist to her front while walking to the right-hand post opposite her and droned, "You must know the pain of losing a first born son," she spun around the post to come into face-to-face contact with the prince of the Fire Nation and slouched over slightly as she recited the final line… "by sacrificing your own!"

The look of incomprehensible worry that had settled itself into the young boy's equally golden eyes soon turned into an expression of disgusted denial. "Liar." He spat, looking away from her.

"I'm only telling you for your own good." Azula stood up again, a look of amusement set on her small face. The young prince glared ahead at his open door and down the long hallway, refusing to accept the mere notion that his father, let alone his grandfather, would consider such a thing. The young princess then softened her voice, as though hit by a great concept; "I know!" she sat herself down on his bed and continued, "maybe you could find a nice Earth Kingdom family to adopt you?"

He faced Azula again and, with a hint of panic and impatience in his voice, said, "Stop it, you're lying." Grabbing his blanket and shutting his eyes tight, he said aloud the words that he was repeating with wavering reassurance in his mind over and over again: "Dad would never do that to me."

"Your father would never do what to you?" Zuko opened his eyes again, his worried expression returning for the owner of the voice to see. A woman in her late 20's was now standing just outside Zuko's doorway; she had long dark hair identical in tone to that of the two children, some of her own hair was tied to a topknot surrounded by a princess' crown. She, too, had the same lustrous golden eyes they both possessed. A look of confusion was written on her face. "What is going on here?" she asked as she entered the room.

"I don't know." Azula said innocently as she glanced from her brother to her mother.

Her mother wasn't buying it. "It's time for a talk." She said, grabbing Azula's arm and leading her out of the room. Azula's usual confident, duplicitous expression she wore around her brother changed to one of trepidation as she was forced to follow her mother.

Her son was left in his bed, clutching to the blankets with his eyes shut tight again, almost chanting "Azula always lies...?" to himself in continued uncertainty.

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Original Dialogue & Scripting For This Episode is copyright to Episode 7, "Zuko Alone" in Season 2 of Avatar. Written by Elizabeth Welch Ehasz and directed by Lauren Macmullan.

I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. It belongs to those peoples at Nick, Viacom, Mike and Bryan, etc…

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