HEY GUYS! FIRST FANFIC SO GO EASY.

ON A SIDE NOTE, THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE AVATAR COMIC "THE SEARCH" WHERE THE GAANG PLUS AZULA TRY TO FIND THEIR LONG LOST MOTHER URSA. JUST KNOW THAT IKEM IS URSA'S FIRST LOVE UNTIL SHE WAS FORCED TO MARRY OZAI. WHEN SHE WAS BANISHED SHE WENT BACK TO HER OLD VILLAGE AND FOUND IKEM. THEY HAVE A DAUGHTER NAMED KIYI. WHEN THE GAANG FINDS HER SHE HAS A DIFFERENT FACE (GIVEN BY THE MOTHER OF FACES) AND DOESN'T HAVE ANY MEMORY OF THE LIFE WITH HER PREVIOUS FACE. THE MOTHER OF FACES LETS HER REMEMBER AND SHE APOLOGIZES TO ZUKO AND AZULA. AZULA DOESNT FORGIVE HER AND TRIES TO KILL HER. ZUKO INTERVENES AND SAYS THAT HE STILL LOVES AZULA. AZULA, AT A LOSS FOR WORDS, RUNS AWAY, DROPPING THE LETTER THAT COULD HAVE COST ZUKO THE THRONE BC IT SAYS THAT ZUKO IS IKEM'S SON, NOT OZAI'S (WHAAT?! DNT WORRY. THIS IS A LIE. URSA KNEW OZAI WAS STEALING HER LETTERS SO SHE WROTE IT TO PISS HIM OFF).

THAT'S ABOUT IT. ENJOY!

Azula

As much as Azula hated to admit, she was about to do the same thing her mother did. Somehow it reminded her that she was indeed the daughter of Ozai and Ursa. One: she was standing in front of the Mother of Faces about to ask the great being something only she did best. Two: Because of that, she was about to give "Phoenix Princess" a whole new meaning.

"What is it you desire, Azula of the Fire Nation?" Each of the three faces chorused.

Azula's chest heaved from trying to get away from Zuko and their mother. Her hair was in disarray, dripping with the water from where the Mother of Faces seemed to be rooted to. Amber eyes that once blazed like the fire shooting from her palms were puffy from tears. For Azula, crying was foolish. Zuko doesn't love her no matter what he said. She pressed the heel of her palms on her eyes, aching to gouge them out if she wouldn't stop crying.

She straightened to look like the princess she once was; the firebending prodigy she once was and waved her hand with authority, which looked awkward from the disheveled state of her appearance, "People only go to you for one thing."

"Ah," the Mother of Faces gestured towards the glowing collection of faces floating all around her. The branch-like equivalent of eyebrows the Mother had furrowed.

Azula sensed that something was wrong. "Well?" Her voice cracked more than it should have.

The being reached for a face. It was about as plain as the one her unloving mother had. Her long spidery fingers curled around it. But then with a sudden motion, she closed her fist and the face disappeared in a wisp of glowing mist. "It seems as if none of them will fit you."

"Why not?" Azula stomped in frustration. Lightning crackled at her fingertips. But she knew better than to attack someone she needed a favor from.

She shook her three heads and turned. The stagnant swamp water rippled along with her movements, gracefully silent.

"Hey! Come back!" Azula frantically waded deeper into the water, took a leap and grabbed on to the vines making up the Mother's body. "I order you to come back!"

A long finger dipped between her torso and the Mother's back and scooped her up as if to examine the hot-tempered royal closely.

"I never understood the ways of men," began the Mother while Azula stared wide-eyed, trying to decide which face to look at. "The way blood dictates one's worth. No. Worth is—" a smaller vine jabbed at Azula's chest—" here."

Azula grimaced at the miniature appendage touching her person. She tried not to roll her eyes. Ozai always said one was worth the power they hold. And she is powerful. She is worthy… isn't she?

"Your mother was a kind woman. She had something—resolve. Lady Ursa had the audacity to be more than a Lady. To change her heart; to put her children first and know that Ozai could not be wavered. All she wanted was to protect her son, even if it meant a change in memory and face." The Mother gently placed her on the shore. She turned to leave with such an air of finality that Azula knew that she might not be seeing her for a while.

"S—so?"

The Mother of Faces stopped and turned her head slightly towards the firebender behind her. "Heart, Azula. Under the eyes of Agni. Or no face will fit you for long," she said before disappearing into the murky depths of the pool.

That was it. And that was what Azula told her older brother's waterbending girlfriend after she kidnapped her one day.

"...That being said, I kind of need your help, peasant." Katara's eyes regarded her with suspicion. Blue eyes widened with confirmed recognition underneath the layer of dirt on Azula's once flawless skin. Her hair, now matted and tangled and unevenly cut, was long enough to reach her hips. But the same fire in her golden eyes exuded confidence and unmistakable mania. The faded green clothes she wore were loose on her. Earth Kingdom clothes. Most likely stolen. Katara slouched in defeat. The firebender guessed she was unable to sense her element. The place was dark and dry; Azula was smart enough to keep her away from her element.

"Well, snow peasant?"Azula leveled her face with Katara's. Mutual loathing was a cord between blue eyes and gold. Her consciousness was back in the present. Then the waterbender's face did something that didn't suit the state she was in. The ends of her lips twitched as if she were keeping in a smile. No way is this a trap… thought Azula. Her eyes narrowed.

Katara's face straightened so fast Azula wasn't sure if she saw the ghost of a smile. "So you want me to help you change?" The Water Tribeswoman shifted her posture, most likely to seem more respectable. They both knew it was time to be diplomats.

"That's what the ugly thing with loads of faces told me. And that's what I've been trying to tell you for the past hour," Time to be nice, Azula. Azula put on the dewy eyed face she used to ask Ozai about something she wanted as a little girl. This was her ticket to the Fire Palace, after all. And nothing more. She swore to herself it was nothing more than that. "Zuzu got to me, okay?" Dramatically, she sat on a crate behind her and sighed. "I... just needed a little vacation. Time to think."

Silence. Did that old trick just work?

"Alright, Azula."

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