CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The Birth of a New Heir; and the Hatching of a Coup

The birth of Princess Azula and her husband's new baby was celebrated by everyone in The Fire Nation; everyone that is except Azula

her self. "Now I have to take care of an annoying little brat." She complained to her self. The new baby was a boy which made Azula

even more upset. Males were favored over females; but Azula would have preferred to have had a baby girl. "Men" she thought

scathingly to her self. "The whole bunch of them are incompetent fools. They rely on brute force to get what they want. Women are

better. We don't need brawn we have our wits. We're craftier, more cunning The administration of government should be left to us. To

me! The day when I will no longer need the help of those blundering idiots cannot come soon enough!"

Azula had long been dreaming of the day when she would be crowned Empress of The Fire Nation. She knew that her Father had made

the right decision when he stripped her pathetic brother of his birthright; and gave it to her. She was her father's perfect child. She could

imagine that his only regret was that she was female instead of male. She scoffed at the ridiculous notion that men were better than

women; that women were supposed to be subservient. When she had her way there would be many and far reaching changes. Azula

knew that the only reason she would eventually have this opportunity was because her father had murdered his father. Azulon her

Grandfather was going to pass his line down to Iroh the eldest yet weaker son. She knew that Ozai was a better ruler. He ruled the nation

with an iron fist; and he was expanding the empire. Soon all this and more would be hers.

Fire Lord Ozai was the only man that Azula had any respect for; yet she couldn't wait for him to die so she could rule. Azula knew that it

would probably be many more decades before her father died. She would be old by then; the thought of waiting that long to rule was

agony. She needed to come with a plan to get her father out of the way so she could take his place. "But how?" she asked her self

"how?" Her grandfather Azulon was old when he was murdered; so the people were willing to accept his sudden and mysterious death.

Azula knew that she didn't have the luxury that her father had. She had to think of a suitable plan; and then she would have to wait for the

perfect moment to put her plan into action. So for now she would have to watch and wait. She didn't know how long she would have to

wait; and she didn't know whom she could trust to help her with this scheme.