There she stood. Dancing with the flames like she was trying to command them. Thrusting her fist forward as the blue fire erupted. Her golden eyes focused. Maintained. It was almost frighting how powerful princess azula could be. How irrational her temper was. How she could lash out and harm anyone. Only to smile afterwards. She was spoiled. Cruel. Immune to things like pity a monster But everyone knew better then to call her that. After all. Who knew whod be on the chopping block if they opened their mouth.