Mai's expression turned serious. "You can't mean what I think you mean, Azula."
"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."
Azula stood alone on the balcony of her father's palace, the wind whipping her dark hair into a frenzy as she gazed out over the Ba Sing Se cityscape. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the sprawling metropolis. It was moments like these that she felt most alive, most connected to the fire that burned within her.
Mai raised an eyebrow. "The view, or the solitude?"