"I've been thinking," Azula said finally, her voice low and contemplative. "About the prophecy, about Aang and the Avatar's role in the world. I think it's time I took a more... proactive approach."

Mai's expression turned serious. "You can't mean what I think you mean, Azula."

The wind howled around them, as if echoing Azula's fierce determination. And in that moment, Mai knew that Azula's course was set, no matter the cost.

"Azula," Mai said softly, coming to stand beside her. "You've been up here for a while. Are you alright?"

The sound of approaching footsteps broke her reverie. It was Mai, her loyal and trusted friend, though the term "friend" was one Azula had always struggled with. Mai's presence was a constant in her life, one of the few people who didn't shy away from her fiery temper and complex moods.