AN: This is my first fanfic on this site. If you haven't seen the season finale yet, there are a couple of spoilers. So yeah R&R!

Disclaimer: I own my bike. I own my computer. I own the 3 pennies under my bed. That's about it..

Chapter 1: Simple Enough

She stood on the wide balcony, gazing out at the city. Her father's words still ringing in her head.

"Zhao is dead and Zuko has proven himself unworthy. It is up to you Zula - bring me the Avatar!"

Zhao is dead.

Although it had felt far more painful than a knife through her heart, her face had remained emotionless. He didn't say how he had died, but she had an idea of who it was, who had killed her only love. Her father's words were replaced by his song, the one he had sang to her when he had left.

I promised to rid the world of dangers,

to stop and calm the seas.

But to truly rid our world of dangers,

I must first rid the world of he,

Who threatens our victory from afar.

I'm sorry to leave you,

But I must bring your father the Avatar.

Zula knew he had thought singing it would make it better, but she regreted the day she let him go. Now he was dead. She suddenly felt anger replace her sadness - anger at Zhao, anger towards Zuko, to her father, to the Avatar, to the people below her who seemed to be so joyful, but most of all she felt anger toward's herself, for letting him go.

"I promise you Zhao," Zula muttered, "I will not let your death be held in vain. I will bring my father the Avatar. I will kill the one responseble for your death,"

She took a deep breath. "I will kill my brother."

Just then a knock came from her door, and a soldier entered.

"Princess Zula, your ship is ready for depature."

She nodded, dismissing him. Then, grabbing her helmet, made her way through the palace.

She stepped out into the open air, which was poisoned from the stench of the komodo rhinos. As she was riding her's through the city streets, the people cheered, urging her forth and wishing her luck.

Father must have already made the announcement...

Sometime later, as her ship departed from the harbor, she took one last glimpse of her home.

At least I will be back soon. I am capturing a twelve-year-old and killing my brother. How hard could this possibly be?

Zula smiled as she answered her own question. "Simple enough."

AN: Good?Yes? No? Maybe-so? Ok this chapter was extremely short, especially for me. But they will get longer I promise.

Until next I update

- JAAF