"You and Azula are almost sisters," Ozai pressed, kicking fire from his feet. My hair fell around my shoulders loosely, strands in my face as I rolled away from his attack.
"I am nothing like Azula," I snarled, water whips forming at my arms. I took a few steps back, slashing at him. He broke through it. I shot icicles at him, the tips of the water whips whizzing through the air as the cracked against earth, shattering.
"You are everything like Azula. Don't you see? Your father and I. . . we were the best of friends."
"And that's why he ran away from you?" I let out a humorlessly laugh, slashing through the air. He skid back as a powerful blow landed against his bare chest. "Stay back."
Ozai's lips pulled back into a sneer. "You could've joined me. You had so much potential. We could've ruled this world as a family."
"You," I snarled, "are not," I rotated my arms, creating a fire tornado, something I hadn't done in a long time and pushed outward. It got bigger and bigger, spiraling towards him, "family."
(Note: The characters and some of the storyline are not owned by me. I simply added my twist to the entire story, with my own character, Ayame. Ayame's father, and her Gran Gran are mine. So is Zian, one of her friends she meets along the way)
(Creds to @bandgeekO_o for the cover)