A cool salty breeze swirls around the Red woman stares enrapture, watching as the flames of her lord flare and spew. Her devout gaze gleaming every gold hue clashing against red hot embers.
Melisandre feels her breath still as the constant shifting embers inside her hearth soothe to allow her to bear witness to a world beyond the likes she could ever imagine. Her ruby eyes watch with a foreboding sinking in her gut as the flames twist and mold, curling into an eerie blue. The shadows deep in the embers settle showing her a young woman of Yi Ti'sh looking descent and eyes of spun gold.
A warrior woman in dark armor dressed in roaring blue flames, bending them her will as she battles.
She watches as this goddess uses a power achingly similar to that of R'hllor, doing so in such a way it makes her feel like a fledgling. Her mind is pushed to its limits as her vision shows her a young man battling the goddess of blue flames. Melisandre feels her heart seize as the reality of what she is witnessing is. She can't be privileged enough to see this. To see her god in the flesh, if through flames.
'R'hllor is showing me how gods battle, how truly insignificant we are.' She thinks with a sense of awe feeling deeply humbled to be able to witness the battle of the gods. Watching in fascination as her lord battles against, who could only be his sister.
Melisandre feels tears spill as she bears witness to the anguish on her lord's face, a beautifully marred face, with eyes as striking as his opponent, eyes that reveal how much it pains him to fight his sister. She can see that her lord loves the girl despite fighting her with all his might. Melisandre feels fear and amazement bloom throughout her being as her lord steps in front of a bolt of lightning, spewed from the tips of R'hllor's sister's fingers.
"My lord." She breathes with trepidation as the woman who could only be Mother Rhoyne stands and fights her Lord 's battle for him as he remains unconscious.
Melisandre can't believe her lord is allowing her to witness his fumble.
Soon she finds out why she has been given the knowledge.
For she watches as her Lord's sister screams and rages like a Dragon fire frothing from her lips as she snarls in the chains she has been imprisoned in. The fire in her chambers rises in its intensity almost in time with the rage inside the blue flamed goddess, who seems to put all of her might into one last fiery roar consuming, a tornado of sapphire flames engulfing the goddess for a split second, when the flames recede she is gone.
The only evidence of her existence being scorched chains.
Melisandre's vision shifts for the final time, a sound of surprise escapes her as she takes in the scenery of snow covered grass and soft rolling hills. She feels her very soul shiver as the familiar flames seem to spiral into existence before the deranged goddess is all but spit out landing in the cold snow with a soft grunt.
The age of anew is near
———
Three weeks, that's how long she's been in this wretched land of snow.
Her biggest problem with her current situation is she doesn't know anything other than the fact that wherever she is, it is cold, dead and full of ice.
The last thing she remembers, and loathes to think about was her embarrassing defeat and humiliation at the hands of her brother and Katara. She remembers succumbing to all the pent up dispar and unadulterated rage, absently rubbing her sore throat she sustained from the flames she screamed during her mental instability at the hands of her brother.
Glaring at the disgusting face carved into the pale wood before shoving her fire adorned fist into the pile of shit. Feeling satisfaction when her flames scorch the vile fucking thing.
She hates it.
She hates Zuko, '-I pity him-'
Her whiny brother had to grow a conscience at the last second. And don't get her started on that 'holier than thou' savage waterbender, Katara.
Sneering at the burning pile is shit she spits out a spark.
"Who thought ugly old men would be a good decoration for a tree?" She says in a dismissive tone feeling sadistic satisfaction as the white tree topples over in wake of her beautiful blue flames devouring the shitty timber.
Her sweet cyan hues are among the hottest of flames after all, something she is very vain about.
Giving a wicked grin her glowing eyes mirroring her unhinged mental state of mind as she continues on. Feeling irritated that she has to begrudgingly thank her so fat oaf of an uncle for teaching her the nomadic breathing technique to keep her body temperature regulated in any climate.
Azula looks down at the rags she is forced to wear as she makes her way across this wretched wasteland of cold wind, and even colder people.
Thankfully, cold things either melt or burn.
The few she has encountered to have been human, were vile brutes, pigs who thought they could take a lick at her.
Azula absolutely enjoyed showing those pathetic fools just how hot and precise her flames can be, completely relishing in their terror as she smites them with her beautiful and striking lightning at the lowest voltage she could release to ensure a horrific and agonizingly slow death.
'Monster' they had screamed, or she assumed that is what they were screaming as she couldn't understand a lick of their savage tongue.
Not that she cared for Azula doesn't care about the opinions of sheep.
Those scum wanted to take her, use her as if those scum were even worthy of breathing the same air as her. Running her hand through her hair in frustration she nearly growls at the unkept feel her once silky locks are.
Azula needs to find a decent place to bathe and change into something more suitable for a princess she is. Turning away from the disintegrated tree Azula continues on in the direction she last saw tracks, at least before the blasted snow came and covered them up.
Her face flushes rose red as she circulates her blood flow huffing out plumes of smoke while fighting against the ice-like wind biting her flesh.
If only she could sense their bio-electricity, or whatever the bending scroll said.
During her trial of following the Avatar and his band of idiots she had been fortunate enough to stumble across a scroll containing an ancient aspect of firebending she never would have thought to look for energy, or the essence of life.
According to the scroll firebenders have the potential
to use their bending in likeness to that of the sacred arts of water-healing, for firebenders are capable of sensing and guiding heat along energy pathways within a person's body.
What truly caught her attention was being able to manipulate the electrical currents in the body from her understanding, if she were to master it. She would be able manipulate the mind and by virtue the body.
Unfortunately Azula hasn't been able to test the theory having been too preoccupied with conquering the world in her fathers name to have any time to evolve in said bending technique.
'Though' she thinks, feeling a vindictive smile etch across her face as she hears the tell signs of people approaching from behind.
'Maybe I can get practice on them.' She thinks side stepping the singing arrow that was released, aiming towards her calf. Most likely to incapacitate her from fleeing, if she had been a normal person.
At her will her flames come to life with a flick of her wrist, casting a whip of fire towards the fucker hiding in the foliage, having noticed him on her trail. Her poorly cut bangs sway as she surveys her surroundings, while nymphly dodging the bear that roars at her from the ground below from her perch on the tree.
"Well I haven't seen one of you, I bet we'll make sum' powerful children."
"I can't wait to wet my dick on your cunt." She hears a dry raspy voice of a strange old man with an even stranger accent coming out from.
'That insolent worm' she thinks feeling anger spread across her chest as the fool dares to speak so vile in her presence.
Azula feels her brow twitch as she watches a short grungy old man sitting on the back of a withered wolf walk through the bushes to stand beside the bear currently circling the tree she is sitting upon.
'This old dirty man thinks he can touch me!'
"Eh," he says, "cat got your tongue?" He ends with a blackened smile.
She doesn't have time to sneer a reply towards his nasty hygiene as a giant cat lunges from the branch next to her.
"Fuck!" She growls out as she barely misses the sharp claws. Aluza hisses in frustration as she sees a bird diving right towards her while she is in the air, immediately using her flames to flip her out of the bird's talons.
Azula growls in anger while shooting a torrent of flames towards the blasted raven, feeling satisfaction as the thing gets incinerated by her deathly flames.
She lands softly on the ground away from the old man and his creatures. She watches in idle curiosity as the old man clutches his head screaming as if he was the one being burned.
"You fucking cunt, I'll make you regret that, you'll be as bloody by the time I'm done with you girl!" He spits out peering up through his tattered hair, her focus shifting between the four remaining threats and his the words he spews.
Azula cocks her hip letting not letting the vile words affect her, forcing her body to relax into a fluid stance, slowly lifting her arms as if to surrender.
"Now," she starts her bored tone clearly portraying her thoughts on his threats, "I'm not sure what you said there as I could barely understand a word out of your filthy mouth." She lets her arms fall into an arc keeping her core fluid as regulates her energy.
"And I don't take kindly to trash breathing the same air as me." She says ending her sentence by spinning on her heel with a flash of lightning.
Alzula feels pure satisfaction as the current pierces the shadow cat that was slowly creeping up on her. The beast lets out a yawl of pain that synchronizes with the old man who falls in a fit of convolutions. The wolf and bear seem to not be faring any better as they withers along with the man.
"Pathetic," she can't help but comment, as she watches the man convulse.
'Though, It seems like your minds are connected?' She muses out loud. Azula had merely thought he was a good animal trainer like the ones she saw in Ba Sing Se with the Earth Kings bear.
Shrugging to her it does not matter if there are people who can control animals when all she needs to do is burn them. Shifting on her heels the snow melts under her feet as she steps over his twitching body content to let the would-be rapist die to the elements.
Though she did end the animals' suffering.
——
It took longer than she would like to admit to learn the ways of this land, and she'll still die saying the water bending savages were crazy to actually want to live in the cold shitty icelands, but after traversing the lands with only her the clothes on her back and the fire in her core to keep her alive. Azula can admit to herself she has a little respect for the hardships that they have to go through to live and thrive.
Them and these northerners or Free Folk as they call themselves are a lot like the water tribes of her home, and she can't help but find comfort in the fact that even if she is worlds away humans will always be humans.
Azula has met a few interesting people on her journey, she thanks Agni that she was able to convince the majority of the scattered populace to leave her alone.
She doesn't know how long she's been here exactly but she does know it's been at least half a year.
She thinks she may have turned 16, but she doesn't know for sure.
Azula has seen many great pieces of creation, biasly she can think of all of the fire nations achieved with their weaponry. Or the walls of Ba Sing Se, but even she can admit this towering wall of ice is a sight to behold.
"This is something I'd expect the Northern Water Tribe to have." She muttered with begrudging respect to the builder.
"Now how do I get over it?" She mutters to herself as she surveys the men in black cloaks walking along the top, her form just out of their sight in the foliage.
She can tell that they keep the woodland groomed from the base of the wall which is unfortunate for her, but she'll just wait for nightfall. It took a few months of learning the strange tongues that are spoken in this world to understand that she is in what is roughly called the land of always winter.
Azula felt it was her due to take what the animal mind fucker had left by forcing him to reveal his huts location before he was viserated by her flames.
The disgusting maggot didn't mention to her the women he had locked up in his hut, the shoddy chains tied around the women's necks and limps only fueled her wish to have made him suffer more. They were in awe of her after she broke the chains off them by heating up the metal enough to pull it apart. Azula flexes her fingers feeling the healed burn marks tug on her palms.
Hours later finds her shifting her aching limps as she moves from her position to get a better angle.
She doesn't know if they would even let her pass if she presented herself. While she isn't scared of them, she also doesn't want to make too many waves until she knows the full scope of where she is. After all she isn't a stupid dunderhead like her brother she already figured out she was stuck here in this backwards place.
She had been content to start her reign over these cold savages only to hear about the land down south.The seven Kingdoms or what she personally loves is Kneelers.
As night three of trailing along the wall without being spotted Azula wonders when she'll find the end of the wretched thing if there is one.
She silently snarls from her place of camp.
If she wanted to she could just blast herself over it, but as much as it stings her pride to admit it she doesn't trust herself to be able to propel herself up that far. The sound of rustling next to her brings her out of her thoughts causing her to snap her head up only to freeze as the largest wild she has ever seen stares at her towering over her with gold eyes.
'So much like zuzu's' she can't help but think as the light grey fur shifts as the direwolf walks further out from the foliage coming to a stop it's gaze never leaving hers as the creature walks past her frozen form. It's by chance that she is able to see the swell around the direwolf's stomach as the great beast struts out of the woods with no care for the world. With a quick glance up towards the guards she lets out a sigh of relief as she sees no one peeking over. Azula can only watch in shock as the Direwolf seems to sniff for something along the walls only to start to dig up the snow around a certain spot.
The big beast stops after some time and turns her head to stare at Azula, her own golden eyes piercing the Wolf's as she fearlessly returns the stare. After a moment the Direwolf turns back and seems to disappear into the wall.
Scrambling frantically she rushes to where the wolf went feeling something like excitement as she catches sight of a tunnel that is neatly tucked into the earth.
'Watch out, Westeros.'
Azula is coming for you.
——
From a young age, many children, especially northern children can say they have seen some of the worst humanity has to offer. Some have been abandoned in favor of food. Some have been killed for scaring away their fathers game.Tilly herself has been noticing the stares men have been giving her as she walks about sending messages for those who have enough coin to pay for her to be a messenger. She doesn't clean her face or brush her hair because she sees how repulsed most of the creepy men get when they see how dirty she is. She uses it as her protection. Sadly she knows it won't stop a more enthusiastic man, but it's all she can do.
Currently huddled under a banister pulling the elk pelt closer to her body as she takes what little free time she has in favor of watching the rain, the cold summer rain something that happens when it's too warm for the snow to stick, at least that's her guess.
She doesn't know what makes her look away from the puddle in front of her, but as she peers throw her mangled bangs her eyes widen as a small feminine figure walks down the road ignoring the looks she gains as the strange woman doesn't even bother to hide her differences.
The stranger catches her eyes, eyes as shiny as a gold dragon, as she makes her way through the small village. Tilly watches as the older girl stops before one of the inns, her gaze full of contempt as she looks upon the shabby state of their only place of traveling hospice in over 100 miles.
"I am quite tired of having to lower myself into laying on these bug infested trash bags they call beds." The accent to her words only make the foreign lady even more exotic as she sneers at the door of the inn.
Beside her a old croon huffs as she stitches up her clients pants watching the whole thing from her place at the shop her husband bought for her with his Rebellion pension for dying in honor for their Liege and lord, Stark, way back when the Targaryens still ruled,
"She must be one of those merchant lords daughter's"
While the north isn't vast in its imports from Essos and even most of the seven kingdoms, she still has seen the few oddities, a by-product of living so close to the gluttonous mermaid lord.
"I can't see why anyone would try to make business here but it's clear to me that she must have run away from her family, it's not that uncommon for girls to try and escape a life they think is horrid." The old woman tsks to herr at the perceived naivety.
If the world only had a warning, if they only knew just what the small figure who looks like they are from Yi Ti.
This girl, who holds the power of a dragon under her fingertips.
A girl who will show the world just how much fire can burn.
Will she be the world's ruin, or its salvation?
A/n:
I wanted to try an Avatar/game of thrones crossover.
And I was thinking huh you know who'd fit right in with the ruthlessness of game of thrones?
Azula