She had gone to bed in their luxurious penthouse on the very top of the tallest skyscraper in Republic City. The miracles and modern marvels of the Nation they had been building together never ceased to amaze her. Sometimes he would stay up a little after her, tinkering and toying with whatever whimsical invention consumed his free time. She couldn't complain of course, she only let him do so after they had both been satisfied the proper amount of times.
She had gone to bed in their luxurious penthouse on the very top of the tallest skyscraper in Republic City. She reached out an arm, groggily, trying to feel his bare chest and sculpted abdominal. How she loved his dark, smooth skin and how cool it felt against her warm firebending hands. Her hand hit nothing but air. Sokka often came to bed late, but he was always there when she woke up. She rose earlier than him, oftentimes with the sun. He'd pull her close, keeping her from stretching and leaving to start her day. She would giggle and cave to his demands more often than not, leading to them being quite naughty as the situation demanded.
She had gone to bed in their luxurious penthouse on the very top of the tallest skyscraper in Republic City…
So why in the world was she in her childhood bedroom in the Fire Nation Royal Palace.
At first she thought it was a dream, a nightmare that she would surely wake from. He would be there beside her, half asleep, but so quick to smile as she threaded her fingers through his thick chestnut colored hair. Yet, every waking moment sought to disabuse her of that notion. Azula shook and brought her knees to her chest. She shut her eyes and rocked her head back and forth in a vain effort to awaken. When she opened them to peer around anew, she still was in her old four poster bed. The former Princess gave a loud shriek as she combated with her mind. She hadn't felt like this in years, not since the visions stopped. Not since all the therapy. Not since Sokka had been reintroduced to her life…
She took in air at a steady pace, putting herself through the breathing exercises that she had been taught. Different from the firebending kata's she often practiced, these were meant to calm and settle her anxiety. It had been sometime since she had last used them, but they came to her soon enough.
Azula's breathing steadied. She glanced around the room again. It was exactly as she remembered it, but now those quarters were inhabited by her niece and the set up had changed greatly. Now there were dolls and a myriad of toys since her young niece had taken up residence in the room, far different than what it looked like when Azula was still living in the Palace.
The massive body length mirror stood near the entrance to the bathroom connected to her suite. Azula stepped out of bed, her feet hitting the cold marble floors of the Palace. She shuddered slightly before heating herself with her bending. It was a cool morning as the light crept through the Palace windows. Azula looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror.
She had to steady herself and start her calming exercises once again. What she saw had shocked her to her very core. She was at least a few inches shorter than her actual height. Her body was far less developed and nowhere near as mature as it had been when she went to bed. By all accounts, and Azula struggled to even think the thought, she looked as if she was a teenaged girl again.
Azula stumbled to the wall, holding herself up with her arms. Her legs felt like jelly underneath her and threatened to yield, sending her tumbling to the floor. She was shaken from her thoughts and the panic that was building inside her by a sharp knocking at the door. She fastened the belt of her robe, pulling the silk garment tight against her body. Azula waited a moment, offering a silent prayer to whatever spirits were most assuredly not listening that the person on the other side of that door would go away and leave her alone.
The rapping and tapping on the door did not cease and only increased in volume. She could blow out the window with her firebending and attempt to escape the room, but finding answers here and now was perhaps the smarter path of action. Azula walked to the door hesitantly, opening it just slightly and peering outside at the would-be intruder.
It was a pair of workers, clearly Palace staff by their clothing, yet Azula was more than wary of them. The workers pushed the door open, once the former Princess had set the door slightly ajar. The workers got to work right away, changing her sheets and pulling out clothes for her from the extravagant wardrobe that had used to house all of her garments.
This was beyond deja vu. It was so very real, and yet it made less sense than anything she had ever seen. Traveling with the Avatar and his friends had given her more than a healthy dose of belief and understanding of the powers of spirits, but this was so very different and strange, it was surely beyond the capacity of any of the spirits to affect the world and a person in such a manner, but Azula had no better answer for what had happened to her.
The servants were working diligently and as one approached her to hand the Princess her daily outfit, Azula spoke.
"Where is Sokka?"
The maid looked up at the Princess for a brief moment in confusion before dropping her eyes to the floor in the proper reverential position. The other servant glanced back as well, shocked that the Princess had bothered saying anything to them, so often their mornings passed in complete silence or the Princess might order them around, but a question? That was unheard of.
"I-I." The maid faltered, her voice timid and weak. "I don't know who that is, Princess."
Oh how she wanted to scream. There was only one thing left to be asked. The piece of information that might just explain everything.
"Where is my brother?" Azula's voice was firm, yet she felt as if her entire world might come tumbling down in an instant.
"T-the banished Prince hasn't been seen in the Fire Nation since…"
Azula rubbed her temples in anguish. It was somehow even worse than she feared. She'd have believed it an elaborate prank by Sokka and Aang if only she hadn't seen herself in the mirror.
"Leave this room, now." Azula ordered harshly. "But, return with haste bringing me the latest official news dispatch from the Royal Office of Communications. NOW!" Her voice rose with the last word and the servants hurried from the room, thankful to have avoided the vengeful young woman's wrath.
Of course I can't remember their names. Azula thought to herself bitterly. She had always been such a haughty individual, deeming those whose social standing was below her to be unworthy of her time or respect. It was something that her Father had always taught her…
She froze her body, paralyzed with dread. Her brother was banished. She was at least fifteen years younger than she last remembered. Which meant that only one man could be Fire Lord right now. Azula's hands trembled at the thought of having to confront the man who had caused so much of the trauma in her life.
After more than a few minutes of the servants being gone, Azula clothed herself, preparing for the day. Every inclination was pointing to the same conclusion. Each official press release of the Fire Nation had the day of publication stamped on them in small print in the upper right of the papers. She tried to remember the exact way she used to do her hair as a teenager, after a sizable number of haphazard attempts, Azula looked in the mirror in satisfaction. Not one hair out of place.
The less nervous of the two servants reappeared in the room holding a crisp pamphlet in her hand. It seemed to be quite fresh from the presses. Azula took it from her quickly and dismissed the girl with a wave.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat. The fear she had had was absolutely correct. Somehow, someway she was back in the middle of the accursed war. It was before she had taken a role in it assuredly, judging by her presence in the Palace, and Zuko's noticeable absence, but it was the middle of the thrice damned Hundred Years War.
The servant made to leave the room with a bow but first, the young woman handed Azula a scroll bearing the official seal of the Fire Lord. Azula took it warily, wondering what on earth could possess a message to be sent to her this early in the day. She ripped the parchment open and read the contents quickly, skimming until she saw the personal notice from Ozai himself. All ranking members of the Fire Nation military were summoned for an urgent war council that very morning… And Spirits, she was already running late, she had spent far too long getting ready.
"Princess Azula, so nice of you to join us." Fire Lord Ozai sat on his throne staring down imperiously at his subjects.
The tone of his voice made clear his disapproval for all to hear. Azula inwardly grimaced, even after all these years, being chided by the man set her on edge. She had to fight back the twin urges to run from the room with all haste as well as the slightly more powerful desire to attack her father for all the harm she had suffered.
"Now then, with your permission Princess. Shall we begin?"
Azula nodded quickly and wordlessly, taking up a position on her father's left hand whilst the newly promoted Admiral Zhao sat her father's right.
She shut her eyes for a brief moment as the Admiral began outlining his plan for the long awaited assault on the Northern Water Tribe. Azula knew how the battle would unfold. A crippling defeat for the Fire Nation, losing the majority of their Northern fleet at the hand of the ascended Avatar, the loss of Admiral Zhao and the death and rebirth of the Moon Spirit. It was after this disastrous defeat at the far side of the world that her father would dispatch her to bring Zuko and the Avatar to heel and thus began their wild chase across the Earth Kingdom that set into motion the events of the Fire Nation's defeat.
She didn't have a perfect memory, as much as she might like to boast otherwise to her oaf of a life partner, who more often than not couldn't remember where he had left the apartment keys. Yet, she did pride herself on retaining key details. It would be a fool's errand however, to try and replicate what she had done all those years ago. Besides, knowing what she knew now, there was only one possible option.
The war needed to end, not because of the crimes of the Fire Nation, though they were many. The conflict needed to cease because only when balance and harmony was restored would she be free to wed that silly, absurd, gorgeous man that Azula had the good fortune to call her husband. Besides, if it allowed her the opportunity to stop that ridiculous makeup wearing warrior from sinking her fangs into him at all, then who was she to complain?
Zhao had finished his presentation and proposal for the attack on the Northern Water Tribe. It was met with universal acclaim from the gathered ministers and generals, although a pair of Admirals were clearly expressing their displeasure at not being given the task of leading the great assault, due to their seniority over the newest Admiral that the Fire Nation boasted.
The Fire Lord nodded his assent and was preparing to dismiss the entire meeting, when Azula drew in a deep breath and steadied herself. She could only hope her interruption would go better than Zuko's own had gone all those years ago.
"Fire Lord, if I may make a suggestion?" Azula spoke to her father, looking him directly in the eye.
Oh, how she wished to conjure the most magnificent blue flame and strike him down, ridding the world of him for good. That would just see her chained away and imprisoned in the Boiling Rock if not outright executed as the various factions of the Fire Nation vied for dominance in the power vacuum.
No, only the Avatar and his band of merry idiots could end this war, and it was up to Azula to join and aid them this time. Making sure that she was Sokka's first in this brave new world, well that could only be considered a truly terrific bonus.
Ozai glanced at her with an inscrutable expression as the room fell deathly quiet. Azula fought back the urge to run from the room before addressing the ruling elite. "Admiral Zhao's plan has a solid fundamental basis and is likely to succeed. With your permission Father, we have discussed sending me on my first mission for the glory of the Fire Nation. I would like to join the Admiral and his fleet as an observer and the extension of your will. The Banished Prince has failed you, as he always has. I will not do so."
What she had done was dangerous, but her Father would likely be relactricant to chide or scold his favored heir in front of the entire delegation. By announcing publicly her desire to attend the battle, Azula was fulfilling a normal duty of the Crown Princess or Prince. Iroh led from the front as did Sozin when he was young. It would be shameful for Ozai to deny this request, especially as Azula had just reached the acceptable age, having just been proclaimed a master firebender in her own right.
The Fire Lord eyed her skeptically for a moment before nodding his approval. "Indeed, who could be better, to aid Admiral Zhao in this great undertaking than Princess Azula, most beloved by Agni is she not?"
Each of the assembled dignitaries dared not contradict the Fire Lord. They nodded and voiced their approval most vociferously as good sycophants were wont to do. All the while Zhao's harsh glare never once left her, a look of pure disgust smoldering in his eyes.
The trip was far too long. Spirits, how she missed airships. Since Sokka had created an even faster mechanism to propel the colossal flying craft, you could reach the Northern Water Tribe in less than twenty four hours. As it stood now the trip was taking weeks by boat. Azula did her best to pass the time by training. She quickly found that while she was in her younger body, the knowledge she had and her bending prowess of an adult still remained. She was even better than she had been as a teenager. Thanks be, and while she knew she was undoubtedly a prodigy, Azula sought to keep it a secret from all just how talented she truly was.
Travel by airship, the thought drew her back to his dazzling smile and his cerulean eyes. The feel of his arms wrapped tight around her body as they lay on the chair on their balcony looking out across the Republic City skyline. The taste of his lips on hers. The bliss she experienced every time he nestled his face against her neck…
This was the longest she had been separated from him since they had started their relationship. Sure they traveled and had responsibilities but they had never been a month apart from each other ever. She would travel sometimes back to the Fire Nation to apprise Zuko of a myriad of problems that the United Republic was having, but she would never linger. Stopping only long enough to sit through some boring meetings and play with her niece, then she would hurry home with as much haste as she could muster.
He would always be waiting with a grin, welcoming her with open arms. He would listen as she vented about her frustrations. He would pay attention and offer solutions to problems that exasperated her. Most importantly, he always was there for her in moments of doubt or when anxiety wracked her body leaving her nervous and unsure. In those instances, he would take her by the waist, pulling her close. Whispering sweet words of love and encouragement in her ear until the episode passed.
She wouldn't be separated from him any longer.
A ringing gong announced for battle stations to be taken by sailors and soldiers alike. Azula had done her best to avoid interacting with Zhao. The man was certain that the Princess had come to steal his glory and he had intimated as such once they had embarked from the Fire Nation. Now it was unavoidable…
They had taken on her Uncle on the way to Northern Water Tribe waters. Azula knew that meant her brother was somewhere stowed away safely, but she did nothing to try to snuff him out. Iroh was constantly on edge with Azula as if he was aware of what exactly she knew. The man never did trust her, even after the war, he remained skeptical of her, not even Sokka's membership in his little group of merry do-gooders had been enough to mollify the man. Nothing would be, she was certain of it. For she wasn't Zuko and that alone was damning enough in the elderly man's eyes.
The attack was beginning as planned. The assault on the first day met with abject failure. Perhaps a dozen warships were destroyed by the Avatar and the frontal assault against the city was countered by the talented water benders fighting in their natural element. Zhao's plan to batter down the ice walls failed quickly.
Azula of course had a better strategy, not that she would have disclosed it. She was hoping instead that her actions would help reduce Water Tribe casualties and lead to more Fire Nation ships being destroyed and the soldiers and sailors captured rather than killed. This would free up the Northern Water Tribe to go on the offensive, along with the Earth Kingdom, bringing about a quick and decisive conclusion to the war.
She had pieced together all the pertinent memories of what was going to happen from the conversations she had had years ago with Katara. Sokka had explained only his own role in the battle and had focused more on his angst of losing Yue. They hadn't even been dating, and he endearingly wanted Azula to understand why sometimes he would act far too overprotective despite Azula's talents and capabilities.
Katara had been the one to tell her about what had happened from her perspective, sometime later when they had been staying in the South Pole for the festival of the lights. Zuko would break in on the night of the first attack and abduct Aang. The second day would see Fire Nation successes until night time when the Water Tribe would counterattack and lead Zhao to make the brash decision that only by destroying the moon spirit could his forces subdue their enemies. Fool that he was, Zhao actually had done it. She remembered the day vividly, even all the way in the archipelago, it seemed as if the world had been drained of its color.
Her plan was simple, she would stop her clown of a brother and his half-baked scheme tonight, earning the respect and admiration of the Northern Water Tribe and of course her beloved. Then, she would allow events to play out this time with Aang supplementing the Northern Water Tribe forces tomorrow. The Fire Nation would fail in their attacks with the Avatar present and Zhao would then attempt to destroy the moon spirit as he did. Azula simply had to let events play out from that moment onwards…
Was that right though? Could she really do that. Doom an innocent woman to give up her world and her tribe? She could stop Zhao on the second night couldn't she, but then… She wasn't dumb. Sokka's first love was always her. She had been so worried about beating Suki to the man she loved that she forgot about Yue.
Sometimes she would find him sitting alone on their balcony at night, looking at the full moon, wistfully. He never said anything about it, and Azula never pushed him, but did he ever… did he ever wonder if the Water Tribe Princess and not the one from the Fire Nation had been his destiny.
The thought shook her, and her conscience battled itself. She loved Sokka more than anything else in her life. It was only right that she give him the choice. It was only proper that she show him what his destiny truly was. No force, no woman, no other Princess could keep them apart and Azula would prove it. She wasn't afraid of a little competition, was she?
The first night had gone according to plan. She observed Zuko departing with relish which quickly turned to disdain. His plan was a convoluted one and truly absurd she reckoned as she swam through the underground passageways of ice cold water. She wasn't far behind him, but kept far enough back to not lose him while remaining out of visual range. This seriously was his plan? How did he ever make it back out with the Avatar? She pulsed as she removed herself from the water, heating herself to the best of her ability while still trailing Zuko.
She knew well enough where she was going, Sokka had brought her to the oasis on their last trip to the Northern Water Tribe. She crept through the streets doing her best to avoid the soldiers and benders preparing for the incoming attack that daybreak would herald.
The door to the Spiritual Oasis was unguarded and open. The Water Tribe really ought to have worked on their security. If the Fire Nation had a mystical spirit that magically possessed the power to remove all of their bending, you could bet it would be under lock and key every moment of every day. Her brother had already passed through, she noticed grimly.
"You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun."
Azula had to roll her eyes. Always with the dramatics, her brother. She had to stop herself from laughing aloud. Katara was knocked unconscious against a tree. Zuko had literally been gloating to no one. The absurdity of the situation was too much and she couldn't contain her mirth.
A chuckle escaped her lips despite herself. Zuko turned, dropping the Avatar and dropping into a defensive stance.
"Azula!" Zuko's eyes widened… in what was that emotion? Fear? Of course it was.
Here she was, a girl of fourteen scaring her older brother with her mere presence. Perhaps there were some things about her past that she missed.
"Tut-tut Zuzu. What's your plan now? Surely Uncle would be so disappointed in you. Never thinking things through."
"I captured the Avatar, not you. I won't let you take my glory away. Father will know what I've done, I'll return a conquering hero, and you'll go back to being the spare." Zuko said with a sneer.
"Oh? And what makes you think I'll be letting you leave here?" Her voice dropped dangerously low as she taunted him, putting her sibling on edge.
"You would never allow the Avatar to escape, capturing him is what's best for the Fire Nation."
"Hmmm. That might have been true many years ago sweet Zuzu. But there is so much you don't understand. That you never could grasp without me drawing it out for you with crayons. Now set the Avatar down and come along quietly, I wouldn't want to hurt my dear, beloved older brother." Azula said with a smirk.
Her grin seemed to be what set Zuko over the edge. Twin blasts of orange emanated from his fists. Leave it up to her brother to resort to violence so quickly. Azula bent backwards allowing them to pass just narrowly over her torso and head. She fell even further onto her back, blasting a powerful attack from her feet. Zuko struggled to disperse the attack but managed with some difficulty.
Azula almost giggled at the realization that this Zuko wasn't anywhere near as talented as he would become later in life, in fact he was significantly weaker than when they had fought at the Boiling Rock or at the Air Temple, to say nothing of how strong he had become by the their ill-fated Agni Kai or afterwards during his reign as Fire Lord.
A pair of twin strikes sent Zuko permanently on the defensive, as Azula rose to her feet. Zuko tried to strike out and regain the initiative but she swatted away his flames with ease. She bent his own flames back at him, as the more powerful firebender was capable of. The conflagration surrounded her brother consuming his vision most assuredly. She leapt forward closing the distance between them. They stood only a dozen feet away from each other, the moon and ocean spirits dancing in their pond. Only now it was Tui and not Yue, as it was when she last visited here, in the future that wasn't to be.
She observed Katara rousing from the blow she suffered. Everything was going to change. She had to be convincing, every inch the liar Zuko always professed her to be.
"What's the matter Zuzu? Afraid to be a failure? You have loads of practice by now, it should come naturally to you."
"What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you?! You should be helping me capture the Avatar. You're going to let him escape. Why do you always have to have all the glory?!" Zuko snarled at her before punching a quick succession of fire fists in her direction.
Laughing, Azula stepped lightly, dodging the attacks. One came perilously close to making contact with her cheek. "Haven't you realized Brother? I'm not here to capture the Avatar. I'm here to help him. The Fire Lord's regime must end, he's not worthy of that throne or of being our father."
Behind her brother, Azula observed Katara's mouth hanging open in shock. It was after all quite a bit to take in. Maybe this time, Sokka's sibling wouldn't hate her from the very beginning. That ought to make things easier. She always did like Aang, but the water bender sure complicated their family vacations…
Of course the look of shock on Katara's mouth was only bested by the pure expression of disbelief manifested on that of Zuko' stumbled over his words, and reeled back away from her, stepping to just a few feet in front of Katara, who now eyed him predatorily.
"W-w-what do you mean? You've always been Father's loyal and beloved lap dog. Always longing for his approval." Zuko's head rocked back and forth from left to right as if refusing to accept the words of his sister.
"Please." Her voice was laced with disdain. "Father would see the whole world burn, if only to proclaim himself Emperor of the Ashes. Help us defeat him. Help the Avatar. It's always been my fate, to aid this Air Nomad in bringing balance. Don't stand on the wrong side of it in some vain effort to placate a man who burned half your face off. If I can see it, surely you can… although that eye of yours might make it hard." Azula inwardly sighed, sometimes she couldn't resist. If Sokka had been here she might have been better behaved...
Zuko gave a strangled yell. He started to begin a difficult and dangerous kata, preparing to attack his sister with all the force he could muster. Azula stood in front of him, nodding her head for some unknown reason. As he began to understand, he started to lose all control of his body. The ice crept around his body, slamming it shut. He couldn't bend, he couldn't move. He was entirely encased by that filthy waterbending peasant.
Katara continued to add to the icy prison of her creation, supplementing it with water from all around. The young girl from the South Pole still eyed her warily, but she wasn't outright attacking her. That was progress if nothing else. The Avatar was still away from his body, somewhere off doing whatever spiritual mumbo jumbo he was embarking on.
Azula stared at the waterbender as a loud roar came from above. It was Appa. She turned to face the bison, in reaction and it was at that moment her legs almost gave out. A million and one emotions ran through her body. Pure unadulterated joy was the most prevalent among them. She had to fight back the smile that threatened to engulf her face from ear to ear. He was here. She finally was with him again.
He hopped off the Air Bison, his boomerang in hand. Sokka held it aloft, pointing the primitive device at Azula, looking at her for the first time in his life in confusion.
"Uhhh, Katara... What's going on? Yue said firebenders were attacking Aang."
"Yeah she was supposed to go get help and all she brought back was you!" Katara yelled at him.
Spirits, how she missed their juvenile relationship. Now matter how old the two of them grew, their dynamic stayed so very similar and their bond never wavered. Azula more than once wished that she and Zuko could have been so close. Maybe this new world would give her that chance. Naturally it wasn't off to a great start.
"This is uhhh, I guess Princess?" Katara said questioningly, prompting her to speak.
"My name is Princess Azula and I'm that idiot's sister." She jerked a thumb at the mass of unthawed ice. "I told Katara the truth of my mission. I've defected from the Fire Nation and I'm trying to help you… and the Avatar bring balance to the world." She said with a low bow of respect.
"Uh-huh. And why should we believe you?" Sokka's boomerang remained pointed dangerously towards her. He really was so skilled, silly nonbender as he was.
"Zuko knocked me out." Katara admitted quietly.
This information caused Sokka to look away from her at last. Azula thought mournfully how she wanted him to continue to stare. She just wanted his bright blue eyes on her at all times of day.
Katara continued, "If she was trying to help Zuko and the Fire Nation, she could have. They would have escaped, taking Aang and there would be nothing I could do about it. She fought Zuko and was defeating him. Almost toying with him. I subdued him when Zuko's attention was focused on her. She said, a bunch of stuff about how she was turning against her father. I think she's on our side… no I'm certain of it."
Azula almost sighed audibly. It really had been for the best getting Katara to be the first to trust her. The others would be much easier now. Sokka still looked at her with uncertainty, but he turned around, putting his boomerang back in its customary position. He reached his hand out, helping the young woman on Appa's back down from the bison's saddle.
Her eyes narrowed, it was an involuntary reaction. Sokka's hand lingered on the hand of the Princess of the Northern Water Tribe for far too long. Yue was every inch the beauty she had been described as, much to Azula's dismay.
Yue stumbled as she dismounted the bison, and Sokka grabbed her in his arms. Azula's face was likely contorted in rage. How dare she? That absolute floozy, she should know better, Sokka was hers, and hers alone!
Then again, the young lady shouldn't know better. As far as she knew, Sokka was the first person to care about her and not see her as a prize to the throne of Ice that signifies the ruler of the Northern Water Tribe.
"Uhh, Azula?" Katara said nervously, shaking the Fire Nation Princess from her thoughts.
"Yes, hmmm. Katara was it?" She tried to compose herself as best she could. How could she, they still were holding hands for Agni's sake. Maybe she could just lob one fireball at the girl. Or she could take out Tui right now… Sokka did forgive her for almost killing Aang, surely it wouldn't be so bad, maybe Yue was always meant to be the Moon Spirit…
"Hmm- nothing you just looked as if you zoned out for a bit… Do you mind telling us more about why you left the Fire Nation, we need to know that we can trust you."
Azula faked a smile as Yue and Sokka approached her. She had prepared a whole story about how the spirit of Avatar Roku, her great-grandfather had come to her, and set her on the path of redemption.
She figured it would play much better than the simple unvarnished truth. It after all might be hard to explain to Katara that she was betraying her entire nation and life for the simple pleasure of ravishing her brother's body.
She had gone to bed in their luxurious penthouse on the very top of the tallest skyscraper in Republic City. Now she was at the far end of the earth, chasing the man she adored, all to provide a world to where they could be once again in that penthouse, in that skyscraper, in that city, which they both loved.
As she looked at Yue and Sokka standing so close together, she could only relish the challenge presented to her. She was Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation, and she always got what she wanted most.
A:N- And that's it for Sokkla Saturday's I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. Be ready for weekly updates of War and Laughter until it's finished:D