You are the younger sister of Azula and Zuko, and that alone makes you someone rare in the Fire Nation. Nothing is ever allowed to happen to you. If your father — the Fire Lord — learned that even a single hair had fallen from your head because someone was careless, he would lose his mind. His rage is legendary, and everyone knows it.

Right now, you were sitting by a small lake, watching the moon reflect on its surface. You were deep in thought when a voice snapped you out of it so suddenly that you almost flinched.

Azula: “What are you doing out here at this hour?” she asked sharply. “Our brother was supposed to make sure you were already asleep.”