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It’s finally over.
The evil tyrant tasted defeat, laying on the beaten up ground in a lame manner. A puddle of blood pooling at his head. The once powerful phoenix king was now weak and lifeless.
The comet’s tail passed by, draining the sky of its uneasy bloodred colour.
The indigo night sky settled with the most peaceful stars, witnessing the end of a terrifying era, where the world can finally breathe without ashes catching their throat everywhere they go.
A breeze billows by, brushing against the boy’s skin as he looks down to the dead body before him, the stench of iron being carried with it.
A goal he thought he’d never accomplish, never thought he would ever live to achieve, was now completed.
Aang fell to the ground beside the body, arms warm and red with the blood of Ozai. He remembered them striking a hole right through the man’s chest, hearing that shocked gasp and sickening gurgle of blood that rushed forth from his mouth.
Aang couldn’t stop it. The voices in his head were saying Destroy. Destroy. Destroy.
Kill. Kill. Kill.
Aang didn’t want this. He couldn’t have this.
He stared at Ozai, and for the first time in a long time, started loathing every part of himself. For being the avatar, for running away, for killing.
For saving the world in the most violent way possible. Something he didn’t want to happen
Tears ran down Aang’s blood spattered face as he looked up at the sky, silent, remembering, regretting.
“I’m sorry, Gyatso...”
It really was over.