Winner

Yuzula: YuexAzula

It was not a peace treaty that brought the Fire Lord's advisor and Chief Arnook of the Northern Water Tribe together. It was more of a threat, but still, the soldier and military advisor were forced to discuss their future.

Arnook brought his daughter Yue to see the Fire Nation, hoping it would be a sign of good spirits to have her meet the daughter of the Fire Lord. They were only eleven and ten respectively, but he believed in the gentle purity of the girls to lead their nations to peace.

This was a mistake; the young Fire Nation princess was violent and pushy. Still, he left them together thinking that Yue might be able to sway her mindset.

They sat in a garden, Yue admiring the flowers and Azula burning small twigs. Earlier Yue had tried to start a conversation, but the Firebender was much more interested in scaring nearby birds. She was rather jealous of the white-haired girl with pretty blue eyes and dark skin, so she didn't feel the urge to grace her with answers.

"Do you train very often?" asked Yue, glancing at her flames.

Azula sneered, "Every day. My bending will be perfect and I will win every battle. No one will defeat me."

"Ah," said Yue. "So winning is everything to your family?"

The revulsion was evident in the younger girl's face. She hissed, "If you don't succeed, it makes you a loser. I'm not a loser. I'm a winner, and I will do more with my power than you ever could."

The Water Tribe girl only smiled, a hint of sorrow touching her lips.

"I am not a powerful person, Princess Azula, but I can still do great things."

The white-haired child took her leave of the garden, kissing Azula on the cheek before she left. The Firebender did not understand her gesture, so she decided to hate the girl instead of contemplating her words.

Arnook and Yue returned home, one more successful, albeit unknowingly, than the other.

Years later, when Yue had ascended to her position as the Moon Spirit and passed through the world of the living, Azula watched the night sky from her cage-like room in the asylum.

The moon was bright, lighting up her room and casting shadows.

It was when she watched her own silhouette pacing that she ultimately understood.

Yue was the winner.

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A/N: Not as fluffy again, but these two could have only met as children. And kid!Azula was a beeyotch.