This story will be for Legend of Korra fans :3 But I take any positive readers and/or light critics in the reviewers ^^

So, for the record, this will be about Azula's granddaughter which I will name "Princess Anzu"...You know, because Azula was a princess :)

Just so everyone knows, Azula's son (Which I named Ozai II XD) is Anzu's father. He met up with a woman named Furi and they got married :3 Then DUN-DUN and 9 months later, Anzu came. THERE!

So yeah, this is the prologue of Anzu's story. This is some sort of fire-nation festival, blah blah blah, Granny Azula's coming, blah blah blah. ^^

I DON'T OWN LEGEND OF KORRA!

-9 years ago-

*Anzu is seven years old*

"Princess Anzu! Do not make me come in there by force!" Tai, a 59-year-old woman, shouted through the heavy mahogany door, knocking harshly on it. "The Festival starts in ten minutes!"

A woman in her 30's, dressed in formal robes, gracefully sauntered to the Royal supervisor, a perfect-trimmed black eyebrow arched in concern as she rested a strand of dark brown hair over her shoulder. "Miss Tai, Have you seen my makeup-Why isn't Anzu with you?" She asked, surprising the older woman. "Is my daughter causing problems?"

Tai stopped knocking and bowed her head respectively to the lady. "Lady Furi..." She sighed out, her head rising after a moment. "Princess Anzu insisted on dressing herself, but when I protested, she locked the door before I could reach for her."

Furi blinked her dark chocolate-brown eyes. "...Anzu? Dressing herself?" She repeated, sounding out each syllable slowly.

"Exactly, Ma'am. I'm afraid we'll be arriving at the festival later than-"

The door suddenly opened. The two women froze up at a little girl with a messy bun for the small firecrown on the top of her head, wearing a wrinkled red kimono which bore swirled designs. Anzu had somehow gotten into her mother's makeup, so her face was smeared with porcelain white powder with the addition of heavily-applied cherry red lipstick around her mouth.

"Hi, Mommy!" Anzu happily greeted, proudly marching past her mother with a large grin on her face. "Wait until Daddy and Granny sees!"

Furi watched her daughter turn a corner, the kimono trailing behind her. Tai also stared after a moment, then she fell back in a faint, hitting the scrubbed-clean marble floors with a 'THUD!'

Furi paid no mind, her face turning blue as she broke into a sprint after her young daughter, noticing how the already-loose Kimono was slowly slipping off of the young'un's body. "ANZU!" She screamed.

"Awwww..." Anzu whined as her mother and the now-conscious Tai finished redoing her hair, resulting in a very neat top bun with the fire nation emblem attached to the ribbon the kept the bun up. Anzu's kimono was now tightened and her makeup was removed.

Furi shook her head as she held Anzu's hand, walking out of the bedroom. "Anzu, Dear, whining is improper. You've brought this upon yourself." She wisely and quietly lectured, Tai following the two royals. "Father must be very impatient, as well as Grandma."

The young princess pouted, but kept quiet the entire walk to the front doors of the Palace. "Daddy says a little lateness is okay." She suddenly pointed out as they approached the awaiting family members. "Grandma's the one whose perfection is valid!"

Furi shushed her.

Tai bowed respectively at the many royal members, bowing her head. Anzu grinned at them and rushed toward them, letting go of her mother's hand. "Daddy, Daddy! Hi, Uncle Zuko! Hi, Auntie Izumi! Hi, Cousin Iroh and Grandma!" She chirped excitedly, latching onto her father's legs.

Ozai II was a very tall man, settling at 6"2, the tallest out of everyone at the moment. He looked much like his grandfather Ozai the first; The same long black hair, the same bright amber eyes, the same bone structure, the same muscular body physique. Almost everything screamed of his grandfather, but...he most certainly was NOT evil. Instead, he was known as a gentle and loving man, though rough in duels. Plus, he liked to wear his hair in a low ponytail.

The father chuckled as he bent down to lift the child, easily holding her in one arm. "Are we ready for the festival?" He inquired, watching his daughter's face light up in joy. She yelled, "YES, YES! I am, I am, I am!"

"Hmph." Azula croaked out, arrogantly lifting her nose up in the air as she crossed her arms. "Even I wasn't that childish at such a young age." She boasted.

Azula was an elderly woman, settling at around 74. She had long grey hair strands that were accompanied with a headband bearing the fire nation emblem. Her bright amber eyes stayed sharp with her intellectual mind, even after all the years. She was crippled to the point of her body being held to a wheelchair because her legs had lost all feeling at age 60. Why she was here now; A bit of luck and good behavior PLUS a bit of stability released her from the madhouse. Going there permitted her to firebend in the deepest emergencies.

Azula never wanted to go back there, so for once in her life, she kept her word.

"Mother...You used to say you liked to turn over turtleducks for fun." Ozai II sighed, frowning upon the elder. Before Azula could remark anything at her son, Zuko cleared his throat, stepping forward. "May I cut in?" He intervened.

Zuko was the elderly and retired Firelord, Widowed, and already had a grandson from his daughter Izumi (who was now the Firelord), whom he named Iroh II after his uncle. Even after all the years, he still had a scar over his eye...the one that nearly cost him his life of honor.

"Of course." Furi muttered, her face one of boredom.

Zuko fought the urge to roll his eyes as he spoke clearly; "The festival is alive and nearly the entire nation is counting on us to arrive on time. Instead, we are nearly ten minutes late..." He cast a look at his great-niece, "...but I do agree that lateness is not a crime if we do not go now."

Everyone nodded as they exited the Palace, guards surrounding them. Tai was the voluntary one to kindly push Azula's wheelchair.

Anzu smiled up at her father, her amber eyes shining as the Royals stepped out into the warm daylight. Festivals always amazed her; but who didn't it amaze? Graffiti everywhere, Fake dancing dragons, Free food, and lots of performances. It was Biannual, only happening one day of the Summer and a week of the Fall. The people who were watching performances turned their attention to the Royals and instantly cheered loudly.

Zuko wasn't the only one smiling as he took his seat upon a higher stage. Even Azula had to crack a small smile as the people of many classes threw encouraging shouts and compliments to them. At some point, the extremely large crowd calmed down enough to the point where Zuko could speak into a microphone.

"WELCOME to the Biannual Fire Festival!" He announced, his voice echoing all over the area. "This is a day in the fall where people and travelers get to have fun, to socialize, and to continue their harmony in this wonderful..."

As he spoke, Anzu, who was on her father's lap, felt her stomach suddenly rumble. Breakfast had well been over five hours ago...She needed a snack.

"Daddy, can we get Fireflakes?" She requested, tugging on his robes with growing puppy eyes. Ozai playfully rolled his eyes as he poked her stomach. "Fireflakes will give ya the Wobbles..." He reminded.

The princess giggled and covered her pot belly. "Come on, Daddy!" She persisted, hopping off of his lap. Azula noticed this and cocked an eyebrow as her son and granddaughter seemed to be tiptoeing their way off of the stage. Furi also seemed to notice, but she just let them go.

"Pssst!" Azula hissed to Ozai II and Anzu. "Pssst!"

Upon hearing this, both of them went blue as they turned to see the elderly woman's stern expression turned toward them. For a moment things were silent between them until Azula wickedly smiled. "Take me with you, wherever you're going. I am famished and this dear brother of mine is...fascinatingly boring me." She ordered, placing her wrinkled hands in her lap.

Ozai II breathed a sigh of relief as he took hold of his mother's wheelchair and gently pushed it off of the stage steps, Anzu following in tow. Anzu walked along her Grandmother's side happily. "Hi, Grandma!" She chirped as they approached a food stand.

Azula glowered at the little girl for a moment while her son ordered the snacks. This little girl? The spawn of her own son? Hmph. This child had so much to learn...So much potential. "Hello...Anzu." She greeted with a heavy sigh.

The little princess giggled and tugged on Azula's dress. "Can I sit in your lap?" She asked curiously. Before her grandmother could react, Anzu had already climbed into her lap and settled in, sitting up properly. At that moment she wanted to just pulverize the kid!

"Ah," Anzu sighed in pleasure, leaning back against Azula's body, "I like this seat..."

"You little-" Azula growled.

Ozai II turned his back to look at them and smiled at the sight: His daughter sitting in her grandmother's lap. Of course, normally Azula would lash out, BUT this kid was seven and apart of her blood. Azula looked like she wanted to kill something, but Anzu smiled up at her...

In that moment, he saw something in his mother's eyes that he'd never seen before; Was it vulnerability? Or maybe a tad bit of love? Before he could recognize it, the something was gone as soon as it came.

Azula relaxed, an annoyed look on her face as Anzu clapped her hands joyfully at a random dancing (but fake) firedragon. As the child was wallowing in her happiness, the elder felt eyes on her. She averted her gaze from the ground to spot her son staring at her with a gentle smile. He seeming to be enjoying the sight!

That brat...Did her teachings of manners mean nothing to him!? "What are you looking at!?" She snapped, feeling embarrassed.

Ozai II trudged forward to her and Anzu to hand them each a small packet of Fireflakes. "Nothing. Here, Mom."

"Mmmm!" Anzu moaned in content as she shoved handfuls of the spicy treat into her mouth. Azula struggled not to wince as the young'un's Fireflakes sprinkled all over her dress. Ozai II popped a few into his own mouth, chuckling cheekily. "Don't worry, Mother. She'll learn." He assured of his daughter's manners.

Azula shook her head in displeasure. "When I was her age, manners were one of the top priorities. If you missed a rule, all fire went loose. But I was one of the best-"

Her boasting was cut off by Anzu's remark, her mouth full of fireflakes; "Mommy says you exaggerate too much." Causing Azula to widen her eyes in rage.

"How dare she-!"

"Save it, Mother, no one wants to hear your rambling on such a good day." Ozai II cut in as he grasped the wheelchair with one hand and sauntered away from the food stand, chewing on the spicy delicacy.

Suddenly a woman's scream rang out, and all Anzu could see the next moment were people running and screaming in terror. She felt a hand swipe her head, causing her to fall off of her grandmother's lap and onto the dirt ground, dropping her packet of Fireflakes during her fall. "Ahhhh!" She shrieked, trying to crawl away from the chaos running past her.

It was like she was blinded; Dirt clouded her vision from the people picking up the dust from running, blurring her eyesight.

Anzu stood up on her feet, tears flooding her eyes. It helped a bit to flush out the gritty substance, but she blinked rapidly to see clearly. People screamed and shouted, running as fast as they could. "EQUALISTS! THE EQUALISTS ARE HERE! RUN!"

That's what Anzu could hear over the loudness. Plus, Zuko's voice was commanding the Fire nation army soldiers to arise and flush the Equalists out.

She whimpered and backed away, only to bump into someone and fall over again on the ground. "Agh! MOMMY, DADDY!" She helplessly called, running around blindly to hopefully somewhere clear. "GRANDMA!"

A hand grasped the back of her kimono and yanked her up, causing her to shriek and thrash. "LEMME GO! HELP! HELP! DADDDDDDDY!"

"Be quiet if you know what's good for you." A rough voice hissed in her ear. Anzu froze out of terror, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart pounding, she slowly turned her head to see her kidnapper as he ran through the crowd with her in his arm.

The man's face was a mask, a white mask with eyes. It scared her; Masked men were bad guys...MASKED MEN WERE BAD GUYS!

After a minute or so, the man stopped in a clear spot. Anzu noticed it was a food stand for fruits. "You-You're a bad man..." She stammered, her body tense. The masked man growled as he plopped her on the ground, causing her to yelp as her body fell on her side. "D-Daddy...Mommy..." She choked out, coughing.

"You'll see them...in the afterlife." The masked man rose his hand, a dagger in it. Anzu's eyes enlarged as he reached his free hand down to grab the front of her kimono. Suddenly a flaming ball of fire hit his back, causing him to yell out. "GRAGGHHHH!"

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

He backed away from Anzu, dazed as he tried to put out the flames on his sleeve. In that moment, the princess felt the most immense relief when she spotted her mother and father rushing toward her. Furi lifted her daughter into her arms as Ozai II blasted another fireball from his fist at the masked man. Anzu wrapped her arms around the woman's neck, whimpering. Ozai II grabbed Furi and they ran as fast as they could to the farthest shop.

The parents, desperate, dodged any people running past them or electrified ropes. Some people were caught and fell on the ground, paralyzed.

Anzu squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing heavy as she was carried. Her mother's and father's pants from running were the only things she focused on hearing, tears running down her cheeks. She just wanted to go home.

"Furi, go on!" Her father suddenly ordered. Anzu snapped her eyes open to see many black-suited men coming their way. Her daddy clenched his hands into fists, fire blazing from them. "I'll hold them off."

Furi gasped and swerved her body around. Her husband blasted fire at the strangers, only hitting a few. "B-But Ozai..!" She protested, "You'll die!"

Anzu whimpered, covering her eyes. Ozai II grasped his wife's shoulders, fierceness etched on his face. Tears welled in his amber eyes. "...At least I'll be dying for a good cause." He said confidently, placing his right hand on Anzu's head. Without further ado, The man leaned forward and dipped his lips onto Furi's.

It all lasted for but a moment, but Furi felt the love and the passion and the mere devotion in the kiss. Her husband pulled away, and pecked a brief kiss to their daughter's forehead. "I love you, sweetheart." He told them as he backed away. "Go, GO! GO!" He shouted, running away.

Furi watched him, sobbing before turning around (letting Anzu see her father bravely confronting the men) and racing the rest of the way. Anzu heard her mother hiccup, then sob. Anzu sniffled as she watched her father blast fire from his fists and feet repeatedly, rapidly shooting orange-red fire from his limbs.

After Furi ran for what seemed like forever, she screeched to a stop when she reached a few buildings and searched the small alley in between to see crates full of grain bags and vegetables and fruit. Seeing this as an opportunity for her daughter to live, Furi rushed to the crates and collapsed on her knees, sweat leaking down her brow as she momentarily put her daughter down to empty a crate to fit Anzu in. When she was finished, Furi lifted her daughter and placed her bottom in the crate, quickly replacing the items of food to hide her daughter.

Anzu grasped her mother's hand. "Mommy, where's daddy?" She questioned, tears building up in her eyes. Furi looked pained for a moment, contemplating...

"Just...squeeze this whenever you're scared," The woman whispered to her young daughter, pushing a small item into her hand. "and think of Daddy and I...and you'll be protected by us. Understand?"

"Y-Yes..."

Furi felt her heart clench at the girl's choked reply. "Be a good girl, and don't give up...Mommy and Daddy love you." She reminded, standing up. "S-Stay there!" With that, she ran away, taking out a dagger when she was in sight of the men. Anzu did what she was told, burying herself in the food crate, waiting for her mommy and daddy to come back.

She squeezed the item in her hand, not exactly knowing what it was, and thought of her parents. She heard voices.

"Where's the girl?"

"You can't have her, Amon! She's where you'll never-" Furi exclaimed, her voice strong. The woman suddenly froze, dropping the dagger. Anzu peeked from the crate to see her mother somewhat...struggling...as she stood. The masked man, Amon, scoffed as he trudged toward her. His men circled Anzu's mother, but there was a little space where she could see everything.

Furi stared, wide-eyed, as Amon approached her. When he was in front of her, he stopped. "You never did listen, Furi."

Anzu's eyes enlarged, watching in horror as his gloved hand grasped Furi's throat, lifting her off of the ground.

Furi gasped out and thrashed, grabbing at his face. Well, his masked face. She tried to breathe, but...Amon's grip on her windpipe felt crushing. Furi's heart slowed as Amon lifted her higher, and her thrashing slowly stopped as she saw spots...

...Anzu covered her mouth in fear as she watched her mother's body go still. Amon had strangled her...HER MOTHER! HE KILLED HER!

Amon carelessly threw Furi to the ground, grunting. "Such pity. She could've been so useful." He muttered to himself before he stared into the alley where Anzu was hiding. He then ordered, "Search the area. The princess could be near."

The men saluted and ran off to pursue their orders while Amon walked into the alley. Anzu dug herself into the bottom of the crate, trying to squeeze in. Unfortunately, Amon caught the movement and quickly increased his pace. "I've found you, Princess Anzu...You can't get away this time!" He teased, reaching into the crate to pull out-

-a Carrot.

Amon growled and tossed the vegetable down, then snapped his head to the side to see an object on the ground near the alley entrance. He walked toward the object and knelt down to pick it up, inspecting it.

It was Princess Anzu's firecrown.

One of the Equalists stood at attention beside him. "The girl is nowhere in sight, sir." He informed. Amon chuckled darkly and closed his hand over the object.

"Discontinue the search. I'll get her again one day."

Anzu cried hard as she ran as fast as she could, avoiding any contact with the Equalists by hiding behind walls or in trashcans. She tightly clutched the item in her hand, not yet knowing what it was.

The princess kept hiding and hiding curled up in a trashcan until a hand grasped her arm, causing her to gasp out of terrorizing fear. As she was about to scream, a wrinkled hand clamped over her mouth. "SHHH! It's me, child!" A familiar voice hissed in her ear. Anzu's teary eyes squeezed shut at the familiar voice and she relaxed. It was Tai...It was only Tai.

Shakily, Anzu opened her eyes and climbed out of the trashcan, instantly met by Tai's arms wrapping around her. "Oh, Princess!" The supervisor sobbed, rubbing Anzu's back gently as she embraced the girl. "You've been gone for so long, then-then I saw your mother and father and I-"

"Mommy and Daddy are dead!" Anzu sobbed loudly, sniffling as she wiped the overflowing tears in her eyes. "I saw Mommy-*hic* I saw Mommy get choked and-and a man almost got me! Waaahhh!"

Tai lifted the grieving princess into her arms, holding back the crushing emotions in her heart. "I know...It's going to be alright, Anzu. The bad men are gone." She whispered as Anzu buried her face into her shoulder.

The moment Tai stepped into the Palace, Anzu felt safe. She was dirty, tired, hungry, smelly, and disheveled, but she felt a sense of protection within the walls of the Palace.

"Oh my..!" Anzu heard Izumi exclaim. The little princess tiredly turned her head to the approaching female Firelord, groaning. Izumi took one look at her and sighed sadly, bowing her head. "I'm so sorry..."

Zuko approached them, a look of pure concern etched on his face. "Is she alright!? She looks horrible..." He inquired, brushing his wrinkled hand on Anzu's dirt-encrusted and tangled coal hair. Tai frowned at him, rubbing Anzu's back delicately.

"You would be too if you've seen what she has!" She remarked, jogging past them. "Iroh did a good job with flushing the Equalists, but it doesn't change Anzu's trauma! Gosh, she's getting a bath immediately..."

That night, after her bath, when the exhausted Anzu knew she was safe and sound in her fluffy bed, she opened her hand around the object...

...It was her mother's fire charm.

The little girl felt her tears come back and she buried her face into her pillow, letting her tears soak into it as she slowly slipped into an uneasy sleep.

WOAH...This. was. a. VERY. long. prologue.

This was actually pretty hard for me to write, and I apologize if anything was too wordy and stuff. ^^;

IF you liked this chapter, please send a review or a PM down Be-low, and I'll see you all next time!

BAIS

P.S= The next chapter will fast forward into the regular timeline, which is about nine more years after this, making Anzu 16 years old.