Azula was exultant. The day before, she had been told by her father, Firelord Ozai, that he was stepping down as Firelord, and rising anew as the Phoenix King. This left the position of Firelord open, and Ozai had announced that Azula herself would take his place, something that brought joy to the steely heart of the Fire Nation princess. Tomorrow, he would be heading off to the Earth Kingdom, under the light of Sozen’s Comet, and completely eradicate the insects there with a cleansing fire. It was almost a religious experience, and Azula allowed herself a shrill, girly giggle at the thought of so much power, and that the war would be over with the Fire Nation being the unchallenged rulers of all, as it was always meant to be.
Suddenly, a noise behind her drew her attention. Azula whirled, expecting it to be those two traitors, Mai and Ty Lee, coming to grovel and beg forgiveness. She knew, deep down, she’d accept their apologies…but she’d make them squirm. Oh, how they’d writhe and cower for what they’d done to her. But to her disappointment, it wasn’t them. Instead, she found herself staring into the point of a shiny steel blade, held by one of many Fire Nation soldiers, all of whom had their pikes levelled at her. Seeming as though she didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation, she feigned a yawn, then leaned to the side slightly to stare at the expressionless helmet of the soldier. “Do you mind? I’m trying to manage my hair, and I’m afraid I don’t need a haircut, so you can put your sharp little playthings away.“