Azula had arrived via a small wooden boat, readily abandoned on one of the many coastal beaches surrounding the Fire Nation capital. She marched purposefully towards the palace- the unsteady paces of the young Avatar several paces behind.
Guards balked at the sight of her, none were confident enough to be the first to stop her- and so she had amassed a small entourage of soldiers in her wake as she made her way closer to the palace.
As she entered the golden halls of her childhood home a wicked grin stretched across her face in anticipation. The doors of the main hall burst open to reveal Zuko sitting at the head of a meeting of, what appeared to be, forty or more of the most important Fire Nation officials.
As Zuko rose sharply from his seat, Azula thrust the object that she was holding towards the centre of the large table. All except Zuko, and a ruffled looking foreigner, flinched away from the table in a vain effort to avoid imminent death.
The object came to rest after a few awkward bounces, a blackened misshaped ball of mysterious purpose that was, upon closer inspection, revealed to be the head of the late Admiral Pon Leh.
Zuko looked up at Azula and saw a haunted version of Aang standing at the back of the room.
"Glory to the Fire Nation. Death to all traitors." Azula's tone was chilling; Zuko had never in his entire life been so thankful for his sister's transcendent insanity.
The Princess gave a short bow and walked from the room.
Rockus kept his voice low enough that only Zuko could hear. "She seems nice."
The young Fire Lord broke in to an almost hysterical laughter- releasing the pent up emotions of the past few days. Rockus stared at the room's entrance, a blank mask dulling his features.