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So anyways: I was kind of stuck for this chapter. I don't think its as good as the other ones, kinda boring maybe...so I'm sorry! The action will pick back up soon :p

So enjoy!

About six months later

Zuko walked home, tired and weary, after a long day. His body cast a long shadow over the ground, as the sun was setting. He sighed as he walked. Today, two firebenders had been brought before him, accused of treason. He found them guilty and had sentenced them to ten years in prison. This was the third case of treason in a month. As much as he tried to avoid it, he came to realize that there was unrest in the Fire Nation.

He opened the door, and walked in. He collapsed on the couch. Mai walked up to him, Arya in her arms and Honora clinging to her leg.

"Long day?" she asked, sitting down carefully. He nodded, and took Arya from her. Over the past six months, Zuko and Mai had slowly pushed aside the baby's heritage and treated her as their own. Honora and her both had remarkably grown. Arya had spoken her first word a couple of weeks ago, Mommy.

"Who's a pretty baby?" Zuko cooed at Arya. She giggled and waved her hands. Then, something happened that caused Zuko's heart to stop. As her hands waved through the air, a tiny flicker appeared. But it wasn't orange, like Honora's. It was blue. Blue flames were burning in Arya's hands. "Oh my spirits, Mai," he said, his eyes on the flames. Mai looked up and gasped.

"Blue flames…" she breathed. "Just like her mother." They exchanged a glance, filled with worry and suspicion. Was this a sign of things to come? Would innocent Arya turn out to be like the monster her mother was?

"What do we do?" Zuko asks. "I mean, if she firebends in school…"

"Azula isn't the only firebender to have blue flames," Mai replied. "No one even knows that her mother is Azula." Zuko took a big sigh of relief. He gazed at the blue flames in the child's hands for a second .No matter what was said or not said, he couldn't shake the feeling that little Azula was sitting on his lap.

Close by, about 2 hours later

She was hunched in the chair, her eyes burning with hatred. She struggled in the straightjacket, her hair a knotty mess. She breathes heavily, taking deep breaths. Suddenly, footsteps are heard. She straightens up, listening.

"Hello, firelord sir," one of the officer's voice is heard from down the corridor. She grins. So he is here?

"Take me to her," he commands.

"Yes, sir," the officer replies. The woman in the chair grins even more, her eyes flashing with anticipation. Footsteps draw closer to her cell, and they eventually stop right outside. The heavy door is unlocked, and it swings open.

"Azula," Zuko growls when he lays eyes upon his sister.

"Why hello there, brother," she says, her voice clipped and sharp . It had the ring of an insane person. Zuko narrows his eyes, and steps closer.

"I am here," he growls, tension rising in his voice. "Concerning your daughter."

A few hours later…

Mai looks up from holding Arya as the door opens. Out comes a weary looking Zuko. His eyes were down and his footsteps were slow and weighted down.

"Put them to bed," he said, picking up Honora. "We have something important to talk about." She nods and carries Arya to her crib. Zuko carries his daughter over to hers, and they close their bedroom door before going back into the living room.

"I went to see her," he admitted as they sat down. "I had to find out." Mai glanced at him, a spark of curiosity brewing inside of her.

"So?" she asks. She leans closer.

"It was one of the officers," he confirms. Mai looks down, her brow furrowed.

"I knew it," she muttered under her breath. "As much as I hate her…I can't imagine the pain she went through." Zuko puts her arm around her.

"I know," he replied. He pulls her into her.

"Are you going fire the guard?" she asked.

"Tomorrow," he agrees. She sighs.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," she said softly. "But poor Azula."