Again, this is NOT meant to be a Mary Sue! It just helps the plot along, and if you haven't noticed already, Azula IS and WILL REMAIN the main character! Happy reading (for this crap shit XD)
When Kazura was four, she produced her first flame. Of course, she had produced many sparks and influenced many candles prior to this, but this was the first time she held fire in her palm.
She was alone in her room at the time, reading a book about firebending. She had tried it out absentmindedly, not really expecting it to work, when suddenly, a flare made her yelp. The next thing she knew she was staring at a glowing ball of fire.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Kazura ran out of her room to her father's study.
"What is it, Kazu? I'm a bit busy right now." Zuko signed another document and stamped it, placing it aside.
"Look!" Kazura whispered excitedly, opening her palm again. The fire flared to life in front of their very eyes.
It was blue.
Zuko inhaled sharply, and just stared at the azure flame flickering back and forth in his daughter's hand.
"Daddy?" Kazura asked, confused. "Aren't you proud of me?
"Huh? Oh, of course, Kazu." Zuko smiled. "I'm extremely proud. I just didn't expect your fire to be blue."
"Why not? Auntie 'Zula's fire is blue, and it's so pretty." Kazura smiled. "And now I have the same fire as her. Will I be as good as her as well? Uncle Iroh said that Auntie was the best firebender in the world, and even he can't beat her!" She said proudly. Zuko smiled, quashing the familiar feeling of jealousy that rose within him.
"Yes...your aunt is an exceptionally talented person." He said softly. "Why don't you go show her? I will join you after I finish all my work." He gestured to the swaying piles of papers on his desk. Kazura giggled.
"Good luck daddy." She teased, running off excitedly.
Zuko watched his daughter leave the room, a pensive expression on his face.
"She grows more alike Azula with each passing day." Mai said, entering the room. Zuko looked at his wife.
"Is that a bad thing?" He asked, troubled.
"No. If I know Azula as well as I think I do, then she'll be fine. In fact, she'll be more than fine." Mai said, threading her slim fingers through Zuko's longish hair. "You and I both know that she would grow up just to be like Azula, but without the shadows of the childhood Azula had." She said gently.
"I'm just…afraid that one day, we will not be here for her." Zuko said, sighing. He placed his brush down carefully and rubbed his temples. Mai guided his hands away and leant down, hair tickling his face.
"Don't worry about that. If we are gone, she will have all of the others, including Azula, and I know she will die for Kazura." Mai murmured into his ear.
"How do you know that?" Zuko asked, closing his eyes. Mai started to massage his stiff shoulders.
"I just do." Was her mysterious reply.
Oh Mai, don't pretend you don't love Azula either. See, you even admit that Kazu's gonna be fine if she's like her aunt.