Translation from my fic called 'O Fogo é Azul'. Let me know if i committed any mistakes.
Since I finished A:TLA, I wanted to write something about Azula, my favorite female character from the series. After I read 'The Search', I knew I had to do it as soon as possible. The following you have is the progression of Azula's character, something you can call 'the rise and fall'. I have plans on writing another short-fic of her as soon as I can, but until then enjoy this one (^_^).
My boring college classes should take the credit for giving me inspiration to write this one, though.
Whenever did it all happen
That one color after another seems to fade
Now the sky is carved with a coalpen
It's all gray despite the effort you made
(Blindside - Painting)
The fire is blue.
And her first reaction is a blend of shock and daze.
At first she's scared, but then the confidence returns and a smile glows in her lips when she sees the approving look in her dad's face. A prodigy, indeed. The bluish color is the sign of a rare ability, unique. A proof of her natural talent, superior even than the great masters.
The fire is blue.
And its owner soon has the fame spread through the whole nation.
The girl who was born lucky and overcame even the great governor and all the firebenders of her generation. The princess who excelled on ability and cunning, outpacing even the Heir Prince.
The only reason she didn't get the title of Dragon is because all of them are extinguished.
The fire is blue.
And it ensures the fear of those around her.
The girl who doesn't hesitate, doesn't accept mistakes, doesn't tolerate disobedience or rebellions. Just one glance brings back the memory of the colored flames and everyone is ready to do what's necessary to please the most probable heir to the throne.
The fire is blue.
And it inspires terror when it unveils and burns high, illuminating the entire throne room.
It casts ghostly shadows around the room and makes the remaining vassals shake when they come forward; they already feared her well enough before, now they're terrified. And in the end, no one wants to get close of such an impulsive lady who can turn them into ashes in the blink of an eye and a blue blur. But no one dares to challenge the paranoid girl who received too much freedom from the father.
The fire is blue.
And the flames glow and fly high in the night.
The big blows scream, grunt, cry, gaining the left strength from the Comet, and illuminate everything around before completely disappearing. Coloring the whole scenery in blue shades before everything goes back into darkness. Again and again and again. They keep going like this, burning and extinguishing, increasingly losing the stability while are left to drift in a sea of yells.
The fire is blue.
And all around her also is.
She tries to wipe them off, she tries to want to wipe them off amid growls, screams and bloodstained broken nails, but nothing works. The flames spiral out of her control and burn everything around. One more feeble attempt to warm herself up.
Because the fire is blue and it burns, but she remains faded and cold. Can't see anything ahead and don't know how to go back. The fire is blue and its color reflects in her eyes, her skin and her tears.
The fire is blue and it consumes everything for one more second, until she dries her eyes and soon the fire is reduced to nothing.