My Azula

"What shall we name her?" asked Katara, his wife, who was now tired from childbirth.

He looked up from his newborn daughter's face and glanced at his children scattered throughout the room.

Their firstborn, Zukara, now twelve years of age, was sitting on a stool reading a book about the history of the Water tribes. She was named after both her mother and father, in honor of the love they had for each other.

His eyes shifted over to his twin daughters, who were playing with old antique dolls they had found a few weeks back. Ursa and Kya, now nine, each named after the lovers' mothers, both of which had been taken from them when they were very young.

He then caught sight of his fourth daughter, Ilah, now four years old, out of the corner of his eyes. She was playing the tsungi horn, and Zuko had to admit, she was very talented. Just like her uncle, Iroh, for whom she is named, who was much more of a father to him than his own.

"All of our children are named for or after those who have made an impact on our lives, those who we love. So, what shall we name our newest daughter?" he thought to himself. He looked back down at his newborn daughter, who was now sleeping peacefully in his arms. "She looks just like my sister when she was a baby." he whispered to himself. His mind drifted off to a faraway time, when the Great War was still raging throughout the world, and he remembered.

He remembered seeing his little sister for the very first time.

He remembered running through the halls of the palace, playing innocent games with her.

He remembered the very first time she created a flame, and how nothing was the same after that.

He remembered how Ozai always pitted them against each other, destroying any chance for a normal loving sibling relationship between the two.

He remembered helping her conquer Ba Sing Se, bringing down the whole Earth Kingdom.

He remembered their final Agni Kai, where he watched her lose her mind, and first realized the love he held for his wife.

He remembered the weekly visits he used to take to check upon her in the asylum.

Lastly, he remembered the tragic events that unfolded last week, when his dear sister took her own life. It was then when he realized that no matter how many times he said that he absolutely hated Azula, that he truly did love his sister.

"I know what we should name her." he replied to his wife. "Gather around, kids, and say hello to the newest member of our family, your sister, Azula."

"That's a wonderful name, Zuko." replied a smiling Katara. "I know that she would've been delighted to hear about this."

"I know." he whispered. He then looked down at his infant daughter, smiled, and thought to himself, "I promise you, my little bundle of joy, I'll never make the same mistakes that Ozai made with me and my sister. I'll never let anyone hurt you, my sweet, little Azula."