*I still don't own anything having to do with Avatar The Last Airbender or How To Train Your Dragon. I do, however, own an OC Night Fury character that may or may not be used in this story.*


Prologue: Two Worlds, One Misery


Hiccup's POV.

I coughed roughly into my hand as I staggered back home, if I can even call it that, from yet another eventful day. And by eventful, I mean totally hellish.

The day started off well enough. I woke up to a sunny day, surprisingly warm for a winter day, birds were singing, and for once my Dad wasn't yelling at me for something or other. Though, that's just because he was out searching for the nest again, but I've got a feeling in my gut that he's going to be back home very soon. After a light breakfast I went down to the forge for work. The rest of the village is thinking that there might be a very bad raid by the dragons soon. Yeah, it ain't easy for a village like this one in the archipelago.

But once my day at work was finished, I started off back to the hut, only to be cut off by my biggest tormentors. Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut. Ever since we were very little, those three have made it their lifelong mission to make my life a living hell on Earth. And they do a pretty damn good job on it, too.

They cornered me as I made my way home from the forge and proceeded to beat me to within an inch of my life, with Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut even using weapons they'd stolen from their parents to do so. I was beat like one of those piñata things by Snotlout using one of his father's spare bludgeons, Tuffnut gave me plenty of cuts using a couple of daggers, and Ruffnut practically caved my ribs in using a mace. Chances are they would have killed me, had Snotlout's father Spitelout, who also happens to be my uncle, not come across the scene from a fishing trip. He's one of the few warriors that Dad assigned to stay and protect the village while the rest of them went off in search of the nest.

Upon seeing what those three lunatics were doing, he yelled at them to stop. They must've been startled pretty badly and obviously didn't want to get caught, so they ran off after dropping their weapons. I'd honestly never seen my uncle Spitelout look so worried for me, of all people. Fortunately for me, though only a small blessing, my legs didn't suffer from any broken bones, so as I staggered to my feet, Uncle Spitelout told me to try to get back home while he went to get Gothi. Gobber, after being told what happened, volunteered to help me get there.

And so, here I am. As I pulled my hand away from my mouth, I saw that it had been stained crimson from my own blood. And judging from the taste of iron in my mouth, I'd say one of my lungs must have taken damage, and when I started coughing, blood came out.

"Hiccup!" Gobber gasped.

My blacksmithing mentor hobbled over to me as quickly as his peg leg would allow and started helping me into the house. Normally, weakness is frowned upon by viking society. But Gobber and I have known each other ever since I was made his apprentice at the age of six. I consider him more of a father than my real father.

As Gobber guided me up the stairs and to my house, I could see some of the passing villagers looking at me with… was that concern in their eyes? But that's impossible. All the people of Berk have ever shown me is contempt and rare indifference. Maybe they're just not used to seeing me this bloodied and broken.

As more and more blood flowed out of my wounds, I found myself becoming very dizzy. The whole place looks like it's spinning, and I can feel myself becoming more and more detached from the world.

...Is the ground getting closer?

I felt myself collapse to the ground, but I was caught about a third of the way before being placed onto something soft. Probably my bed. The last thing I heard was Gobber calling my name before the whole world went pitch black.


Azula's POV.

I paid no attention as the prison guard slipped my food in through the small hatch in the door. It's not like I'd eat it anyway. Ever since I finally came to my senses after the final Agni Ki with my brother, Zuko… or rather Firelord Zuko… I've been wracked with guilt to the point where I stopped eating altogether. After the first month this happened, the guards had started trying to force feed me just to get me to eat something, usually raw eggs, but their methods proved ineffective as I was losing weight faster than they tried to make me gain it back.

I don't even care anymore. After all the horrible things I've done to so many innocent people, indirectly or otherwise, I deserve nothing less than to rot away in this cell until I'm finally dead and in hell where I belong.

Thinking back, everyone seems better off without me around. Zuko is the Firelord now, as is his birthright. Mai is dating him and, from what I've heard, their relationship is going strong. Ty-Lee taught those Kiyoshi warriors her chi blocking techniques and has now become one of them, their leader is still dating that boomerang obsessed idiot (what was his name again? ...Oh yeah, Sokka.), the Avatar and that Water Tribe girl are in a relationship now. From what I've heard, the blind Earthbender is training the first ever generation of Metalbenders. Still can't believe such a thing is really possible. Hell, even Uncle Iroh is content living in Ba-Sing-Se, making a living by running his tea shop and playing Pai-Sho every day.

He always did prefer the simple life over the life of a nobleman. Maybe that's why he surrendered the position and title of Firelord to Ozai without complaint.

...No. It's because Iroh saw what kind of monster Azulon was, and the kind of monster he had manipulated Ozai into becoming.

The monster I have become.

I was shivering as another strong gust of cold air blew in through the barred window of my cell, which is also my only source of light during the day. Although we don't get snow here in the Fire Nation during the winter, temperatures can still reach below freezing around these parts, so it's not a bad idea to bundle up during this time of year. And these thin and worn out prison garments did nothing to help insulate me. Especially considering the fact that the prison actually didn't have any shoes that would fit me. All of them are either too big, too small, or pretty much totaled. So I'm only wearing the standard prison uniform, minus the shoes. A red shirt and pants, both of which are far too thin to offer any protection from the cold.

Not that I deserve any.

I breathed out small amounts of heat into my hands from my mouth. It's the best I can do for Firebending anymore, ever since I was imprisoned. I don't know what happened or how it did, but it's almost as if I've lost my Firebending ability. But that can't be right. Only the Avatar can take away another person's bending, like he did to Ozai.

...As far as I know, at least.

I ignored the sound of the door to my cell opening. Probably just the guards coming to try and taunt me into lashing out just so they can throw me into solitary confinement. It wouldn't be the first time they've tried. At least the medics in the infirmary always remain impartial to all prisoners and follow the hippocratic oath to a T, because it ended with me being sent there for several injuries when that last batch of guards didn't get a rise out of me.

But this guard's words actually surprised me.

"Get up. You have a visitor." he said.

"My goodness, Azula, you are looking much too thin! Don't the people here ever feed you?"

I couldn't believe my ears at the sound of the voice. I quickly got up to my feet, though I was pretty slow due to being mostly skin and bone right now, and my eyes grew wide as I saw who it is that actually wanted to visit me.

"Why are you here?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Is it so wrong for an uncle to visit his niece, even if she's in prison?" he said with that same kindly smile I've come to miss.

"Iroh…!"

"Hello, Azula." Iroh greeted with a sad smile.


***To Be Continued…***


I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, despite it being rather short. This story is my own take on an Azula Redemption fic. I hope you guys will stick around for the ride, and leave reviews to help the story along. Any kind of constructive criticism is very much welcome, so please… speak openly and honestly. Also, please do remember to cast your votes on the poll for this story if you haven't already, and I'll see you all in my next update! Buh-Bye now!


Poll Question: In my upcoming How To Train Your Dragon/Avatar The Last Airbender story, which of these dragons do you want to be Azula's primary dragon?

Female Night Fury (My OC Dragon, will make art for): 4 votes

A Flightmare: 2 votes

A Deathgripper: 0 votes