Legends Are Lessons (Her Life, It Is A Burning Sun)

by AzardBrazul

Get to know Princess Azula's story. As she runs, flies, laughs, cries, falls, rises, and touches the sky, even as her walls come crumbling down. Everyone has a story to tell, and this is Azula's. AU Nonlinear drabbles and oneshots. Previously Known as Azulon: Outtakes

4. Of Flames

Disclaimer:
All AVATAR/ATLA/LOK references, characters, events and places that you recognize are The property of Nick (Or whoever who owns them). The rest belongs to me. I make no profit of this, So please don't sue me.

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Take 4 - Of flames

She's angry.

Her lower lip is broken where she'd been punched, a slow trickle of blood dripping from the edges of her downturned mouth.

She's very, very angry.

Misa, a heavyset girl who also calls herself a student of the Fire Nation Academy for Girls stand in front of her, towering over her she stares down at her, while matching her glare evenly.

"What are you going to do about it ZuZu?" she taunts. "Are you going to run to your grandfather? Or even worse... to Zuko?"

Misa kicks her and for the first time, Azula thinks she hates someone so completely that she wishes them dead.

"What are you going to do Dum Dum?" The cloying lilt in her assailants voice emphasizing the taunts.

"Zuko isn't here to protect you little princess!" Misa grabs her roughly by her neck and slams her into the ground. "Are you going to banish me?"

'I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not...'

"ANSWER ME!"

Somewhere out of the back of her mind, she can hear Zuko's voice.

'I'll protect you however I can, I promise Azula. But for some reason, if I can't, remember the moves we practice together and use them, it doesn't matter that you can't firebend yet, a good kick is a good kick even without fire.'

Misa motions to kick her again, but in what almost seems a flash, Azula is on her feet.

"I don't need anybody to protect me!"

And she kicks, and she misses.

But to both of their surprise fire blooms from her foot, singing Misa's gold trimmed blouse.

Almost by force of habit and practice Azula punches, following through with the kata she practiced with Zuko.

fire blooms from her fists.

Misa screams as she runs away, her blouse is on fire and it is music to Azula.

Still trembling, and panting like a polar bear dog Azula opens her clenched left hand. She stares in wonder at small flame that flickers in it.

Her fire is blue!

Azula is 5 years old