Capítulo 4: Flickers of Rebellion
The vast throne room of the Fire Nation palace, dominated by Fire Lord Ozai seated on his elevated throne, was filled with the flickering light of roaring flames. Azula stood before him, her posture tense and rigid.
"She requires years of training, this is the report you bring me?!" Ozai's voice thundered through the chamber.
Azula's eyes widened in shock, her face a mix of fear and frustration. "She treats firebending like an art project! Kaiya refuses to learn the forms, leaving her defenseless! If we deploy her, she'll be captured or killed!"
Ozai's expression hardened, his eyes blazing with anger. "You dishonor me with your cowardice! You aspire to rule, yet you give up so easily?!" The flames around him flared up, adding to the intensity of the moment.
"I've seen firsthand what she's capable of. We will harness that power against our enemies. Now get out! And don't show your face until she's ready to be unleashed!"
Azula turned and left the throne room, her steps hurried and unsteady. Her hand covered her mouth as sobs escaped her, tears streaming down her face. The flickering flames cast long, sorrowful shadows as she exited.
* * *
Kaiya lay back in her robes, being treated to a royal hair grooming by female servants. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down the chair as the servants meticulously attended to each strand. The room was filled with the soft sounds of gentle combing and the occasional splash of water.
Azula entered, also in robes, her vibrant yellow eyes glowing with intensity as she gave Kaiya a death stare. Kaiya, with her eyes closed, remained unaware of Azula's piercing gaze.
"I'll take it from here," Azula commanded.
The servants bowed respectfully before quietly exiting. The sound of their footsteps faded as they left the room.
Kaiya started to rise, her expression shifting to mild surprise. "Master, I wasn't aware you sought my company. I'll dry off immediately."
Azula swiftly closed the distance, preventing her from standing, her expression turning into a sinister smirk. "No need."
Azula placed a firm hand on Kaiya's shoulder, gently yet confidently guiding her back into the royal grooming seat. She picked up the comb, its glint making it seem like a weapon in her hand. Azula loomed over Kaiya, looking down into her eyes, both pairs of vibrant yellow staring at each other. Kaiya remained stoic, despite her vulnerable position.
"This is the perfect moment to learn more about you, don't you think?" Azula began stroking Kaiya's hair with the comb, without asking for her permission or thoughts. The atmosphere was tense, the only sound the gentle swishing of the comb through Kaiya's hair.
"Indeed, Master. It's a rare privilege to witness you in a moment of calm. It speaks volumes about the trust you're bestowing upon me," Kaiya responded smoothly, maintaining her calm demeanor.
Azula raised an eyebrow, momentarily unsure whether Kaiya's words were a subtle insult or a genuine compliment.
"There's something about you I can't quite figure out. You see firebending as an art, and that's... admirable. But why accept this mentorship if it's meant to prepare you for war? Your resistance is quite the contradiction, isn't it?" Azula's tone was probing, her eyes never leaving Kaiya's.
"Master, it's fascinating how you and your brother share such a unique bond," Kaiya replied, her voice steady and composed.
Azula paused, momentarily taken aback, her hand stopping mid-stroke. "What makes you think I have a good relationship with my brother?"
"Given your technique, it's hard to imagine you've done this for many. Surely, only your brother has enjoyed such a privilege. After all, you don't have a sister, right?" Kaiya's expression remained neutral as she continued.
Azula fell silent, pondering her next words. Despite not wanting to back down, she continued combing Kaiya's hair.
Kaiya rose, seizing the moment of Azula's flustered state, and began drying her hair with a towel. The air was thick with unspoken tension. "I'd be delighted to answer any questions, Master. Please, take a seat and relax."
Azula complied, tilting her head downwards, her face obscured in shadow. She sat on the royal couch, Kaiya standing above her, looking down. "Are you comfortable, Master? Shall I have Lin bring you a drink?" Kaiya asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Let's just continue from where we left off," Azula grimaced, visibly uncomfortable.
Kaiya, her tone now more assertive, spoke with conviction. "I am keen to explore the full extent of my firebending capabilities, uncovering its secrets and forging new techniques, all under my terms. That is my utmost priority."
Azula, her curiosity piqued, leaned forward slightly. "And what's stopping you from doing that exactly?"
"I can't just firebend anywhere. Structures would be compromised, and people... would burn," Kaiya's expression turned serious as she explained.
"So, you're looking for your own place to firebend and think the war will grant you that? Interesting. You've studied the war at the Royal Academy. You know what it's like, the things you'll have to do. How does that fit into your... artistic approach?" Azula's tone was probing.
Kaiya's resolve was unwavering. "I am not naïve. I understand how this world works. To gain, one must give, even at the expense of certain ideals. Your father secures his ally, you receive his accolades, and I claim my firebending sanctuary once the war is won."
Azula narrowed her eyes. "That still leaves the question of how you plan on fighting without the traditional forms."
Kaiya suddenly stood up, her movements sharp and decisive. "I wish you success in unraveling that mystery, Master. I shall take my leave." She bowed and exited the Royal Spa without waiting for dismissal. The room fell silent, the tension lingering in the air.
"Just one final question for the night. Why are you so obsessed with firebending? From what I've seen, you've already achieved mastery, despite your obvious weaknesses," Azula muttered under her breath, her expression one of frustration and intrigue.
Kaiya paused at the doorway, her voice calm and certain. "Your belief in 'Firebending mastery' reveals a confined perspective. Bending is an endless journey, not a destination." She then turned and walked out of the room, leaving Azula to ponder her words.
Azula's eyes followed her, frustration etched on her face. "Little brat..." she muttered.
* * *
Azula's quarters were a testament to luxury and power, with ornate decorations and soft lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. The large furnace emitted her signature blue flame, casting eerie shadows across the room. Lavish furniture, silk cushions, and rich tapestries adorned the space, adding to its opulence.
Despite the grandeur, dark bags from lack of sleep had begun to form under Azula's eyes.
Azula, in her night robes with her makeup off and hair down, sat in front of the furnace, her expression unhinged and annoyed. The blue flame flickered violently, reflecting her agitation. Lin stood nearby, her posture respectful but alert.
Azula rubbed her temples, indicating a bad headache. Lin noticed and stepped forward. "Perhaps a soothing tea for your headaches, Princess?"
Azula's eyes flashed with anger. "Bring her to me."
Lin hesitated. "But Princess, Lady Kaiya has already retired for the night. Perhaps tomorrow—"
"Don't make me repeat myself!" Azula's voice was sharp, and the blue flames flared up, casting an even more menacing light. Lin bowed quickly and exited the room.
Lin entered Kaiya's room, where Kaiya slept soundly in her bed. The room was dimly lit, creating a serene atmosphere. Lin carried a tray with a bowl of water and a towel. She gently shook Kaiya awake. Kaiya groggily sat up, her long hair falling over her shoulders.
"Apologies, but the Princess requests your audience at once. I've brought towels for you to freshen up," Lin said softly.
Kaiya wiped her face with the wet towel and stood, gently grasping both of Lin's hands. "Thank you, Lin. Your kindness has been a great comfort during my stay."
Kaiya sat on a couch, with Azula standing nearby, her presence commanding. The room was dim, with the blue flames casting an eerie glow.
"Sorry for the late disturbance, but I have a proposition that cannot wait," Azula began, her tone firm and calculating.
"Of course, Master. Your words are always worth my time," Kaiya responded smoothly.
"To ensure your survival and secure your firebending sanctuary, I have devised a plan that meets both our needs," Azula continued. "We will improve your physical conditioning so you're not a sitting turtle-duck. In return, you'll be stationed in a low-risk area. I'll oversee this personally and secure land for you with my father's support. Earthbending slaves will build your firebending haven, if we don't burn them all first, of course."
Kaiya's gaze was thoughtful, her expression contemplative. "So, is this a compromise, Master?"
"This is a generous royal offer and the only practical way forward," Azula replied, her tone unyielding.
Kaiya's tone became more probing. "I've considered your brother's 'extended vacation.' One could infer you'd prefer his absence to be permanent."
Azula's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"
Kaiya's voice was steady, her words deliberate. "When you rest at night, do your thoughts not drift towards the throne? And beyond that, what does your future hold if not an alliance through marriage, designed to elevate your father's stature?" Kaiya then stood up and got closer to Azula, her posture assertive. "If you become Fire Lord, it's hard to imagine you ruling through compromise. Yet, you're asking me to do just that."
Kaiya's eyes narrowed. "As I've stated, my approach to Firebending requires respect. I won't compromise. My training will be exclusively focused on Firebending."
Azula slanted her head downwards, her teeth clenched. She then shoved Kaiya back onto the couch and walked over to a nearby vase. She threw the vase at the wall beside Kaiya, shattering it. None of the pieces harmed Kaiya.
"Who do you think you are?!" Azula yelled, her voice filled with fury. "You're just a brat who got expelled and isn't doing anything with her life! I'm offering you GLORY, a chance to make your life WORTHWHILE!"
Kaiya simply smirked and stroked her chin. "Master, may I ask Lin to bring me some water? I find myself quite parched."
Azula scowled, her frustration mounting. "What's so special about your purist stance on Firebending? Other than conjuring a lot of fire, what exactly can you do?"
Kaiya extended her hand and opened it. Strings of flames emanated from her fingertips, forming a miniature sun that hovered above her palm. It illuminated the room, contrasting with Azula's blue lighting. The center of the orb was a radiant white, and even the air around it began to swirl and shift.
Azula covered herself due to the heat and light, stepping back. "What is that?!"
"Something beyond your reach, as it demands true devotion to the art itself, not merely its power," Kaiya replied calmly.
Azula composed herself and smirked. "So, I'm supposed to be impressed by a glowing orb?"
Kaiya's tone was steady. "This 'glowing orb,' as you call it, embodies the essence of true firebending—exquisite control, heartfelt passion, and reverence for its inherent beauty."
Azula crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. "You know, I think I've got you figured out."
Azula's voice turned mocking. "Your purist stance on firebending likely stems from cherished memories with your father, filling the void his absence left. Unlike other noble daughters who face strict discipline, your status as a war hero's child and your mother's coddling granted you freedoms others don't have. After losing her husband, she tolerated your antics at the Royal Academy, turning you into the stubborn brat you are now." Azula smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Anything to add, or does that sum you up?"
Kaiya's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing. "Beyond the technical display, I've discovered a rather... practical application."
Kaiya gave Azula a death stare. She stood up and unleashed the orb's energy at Azula, sending her flying across the room, crashing into a couch. Kaiya walked over to the door and locked it, trapping them inside. She flicked her wrist, changing the blue fire to orange as she approached Azula, who was stunned and rubbing her head, a narrow stream of blood flowing down from her hairline.
"I didn't come here to be disrespected. You will teach me to fight and respect my family and me," Kaiya declared, her voice low and menacing.
Azula emitted a blue flame dagger from her fist, gritting her teeth in anger. "You're dead."
Kaiya spread her fingers, her palm facing Azula. A subtle but intense energy radiated from her hand. As Azula attempted to maintain her flame dagger, the blue flames flickered, then abruptly dissipated, leaving Azula stunned.
Azula's eyes widened in shock. She instinctively tried to summon another burst of fire, her muscles tensing with effort, but nothing happened. The familiar heat and power she commanded so effortlessly were now absent.
"W-What?!" she stammered, her voice laced with a mix of confusion and fear. Her usually steady composure shattered as she stared at her empty hands, unable to comprehend the sudden loss of her bending abilities.
"The other girls at the academy would challenge me, but in the realm of fire, there is no contest. Not even from the Princess of the Fire Nation," Kaiya said, her voice steady.
Kaiya remained standing, close to Azula but maintaining a slight distance. She looked down at Azula, who was now beneath her, and spoke with calm authority. "Now, you will apologize."
Azula scowled, and in a flash, she closed the distance between them with blinding speed. She suddenly grabbed Kaiya's bangs, yanking her forward with a force that left no time for reaction, flinging her against the wall, disorienting her. Azula walked towards the shattered pieces of the vase, grabbed a shard, and then approached Kaiya, who was still stunned and blurry from the impact.
Azula grabbed Kaiya's hair again, pinning her against the wall and hovering the shard near her neck. Fear flickered in Kaiya's eyes, her usual composure shattered. She remained silent, her breath quickening as she faced Azula's unrestrained fury.
Azula's expression was crazed, her eyes wild. "What?! Is the ARTIST all out of CLEVER WORDS now that she's about to meet her DEMISE?!" she screamed.
Kaiya closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Azula's expression turned to shock as she realized she'd gone too far. She released Kaiya, who slumped to the ground, sobbing, while Azula backed away. Grabbing her temples, her headache returning, Azula left the room, leaving Kaiya to her tears and the shattered remnants of their confrontation.
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