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Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night, By Dylan Thomas

Visitor 1

It was decreed by Fire Lord Zuko that the former Fire Lord Ozai would be executed by means of firing squad within a fortnight, due to various crimes against the Fire Nation.

Princess Azula's fate is still to be determined.

Azula knew who her first visitor would be. She just knew.

She sat in her cell. The one she had been forced into that day. The day that her life changed. The one when the people began to think of her in a different light. When the sun had set that momentous day, everyone of the Fire Lands did not think of her as their beloved princess anymore. No, they thought of her as what she really was.

A monster.

Robbed of her sanity, chained, and put somewhere where she could do no damage. Somewhere like this cell.

She resided in the corner, chained of course, staring at the wall. She heard the large door at the end of the hall open. Her head didn't turn to look at the person that walked toward her cell. But she didn't have to.

The Avatar radiated optimism and cheerfulness the minute he stepped into the door.

Azula hated it.

The Avatar stopped when he came to the place that caged her. To Azula's surprise, he sat, crossing his legs in a way one would if they are about to meditate. But he did not close his eyes and journey to the Spirit World. Instead, he stared at her.

The old Azula would have not of been irked at someone staring at her. She would have thought it to be an act of admiration of her prowess and beauty.

This Azula felt as if the Avatar was burning a hole in her back, giving him power to look into her soul. She didn't like it.

Her head whirled around sharply. "What do you want?" she asked menacingly.

"I want to talk."

"About what? My coward of a brother?" Azula turned her head back around.

He shook his tattooed head. "No. Your father."

Her eyes narrowed. "And why would I talk to you about that?"

The Avatar responded quietly after a moment of silence. "Because I feel like I can help you. No, I know that I can help you. If you will let me."

Azula let out a shrill, short laugh. "Me? Have your help? You seemed to have lost your mind." She laughed again. "Oh wait...that's me."

"I know I can help you, if you would just-"

Azula suddenly jumped from her spot in the corner. Her hands wrapped around the bars that separated them. Her eyes blazed in fury, causing the Avatar the step back.

Despite her enraged looks, she spoke lowly in a harsh tone. "You. Do not. Know anything," Azula said, "about me, or about anything else." If she could Firebend, his face would have been burnt off.

That seemed to have snapped something in the Avatar, for he quickly stepped forward again, his face inches away from the princess's. His gray eyes hardened. "I know that you angry. So angry, that you have lost control. But if I'm going to help you, I need to know the reason for your anger."

She didn't say anything. She just retreated back to her corner of her cell and sat down, facing away from him. Aang decided that he needed a new tactic.

"You know, this is probably the first time we have ever had a real conversation," he said.

Azula did not say anything. But she knew that, in fact, this was the first time that that had actually talked to each other. The only times that they had ever met were in battle. She would never had even thought about holding a conversation with the Avatar. He was the enemy.

He still is.

Azula remembered the times when she sought the Avatar. Especially the times when she fought him and his companions. She had not thought they would have been as skilled as they were. No wonder her brother couldn't catch the Avatar. Of course, she would never share her opinion of the Avatar's skill, but it was still in her mind. She thought about it often.

That's all there was to do. Think. About her past, and about her present. She could not think about her future, for she didn't know if-

"Azula? Azula, are you listening to me?" The Avatar's broke her thoughts. She rolled her eyes.

"No," she replied shortly.

The Avatar sighed. Azula heard him get up from his position of the ground. He walked towards the door. She turned her head slightly and looked at him from the corner of her eye. When he got to the exit, he turned his head and looked back over his shoulder.

"I wish you would let me help you, Azula. But even though you won't, I want you to remember something," he said. "When you come to terms with what you are dealing with, let your anger out, and then let it go. Forgive."

Aang had a small smile on his face after he said that. He remembered the night he told that to Katara. It helped her when she dealt with Yon Rha, and he hoped that it would help the irascible Fire Princess.

As the Avatar left, Azula forgot everything that he had said, and went back to her thoughts.

In reality, his words was already ingrained into her brain.

A/N: Hello everyone! Okay, I know that I should be working on my other story, but this idea wouldn't stay out of my head. So here's a bit of information about this fic:

I am loosely basing it off of the poem Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas. It will be 6 chapters, with each chapter corresponding with a stanza of the poem.

That's all for now!