Hey fanfic readers so lately I've been in a one-shot mood I don't know why. All of the ones I'm writing are going to be related to my Book 4 series.

This one-shot is dedicated to Passionworks because we all believe in Azula's redemption leading to motherhood. This one-shot includes my OC's Azula's husband Judel, Xiourong and her future twin sons Hirodao and Zaizuten.

I have some trivia for you; can anybody guess who Azula's sons are named after? Hint: Hirodoa is a mixture of two names Judel's best friend and his cannon father. Zaizuten is three of Azula's relatives.

So without further ado onto the story

I do not own ATLA, but I do own my vivid dreams; I also own my OCs.

The Prodigy

Bright orange twin flames danced in the air; merging into one, creating a dragon. The makeshift creature spiraled, looping, whipping its fiery tale. The blazing dragon met its target; parchment paper with a black circle, that was turned to ash. Another burst of flames appeared and focused on the buckets of water. The embers separated into four sections and evaporated the liquid in each one; without harming the vessels. Steam blanketed the scene. With one small hand the fingers faced, pointed to the hot mist; that traveled inside one finger, out to the opposite and into the air. A small hand lifted the blindfold, revealing a young girl with a ponytail, she squinted her amber eyes, marveling at the work. She grinned widely; satisfied. Her father was pleased and positive; giving her the thumbs up. One look at her mother and she became nervous. The matriarch sat in the chair, hardhearted, deadpan. She got up from her place and scrutinized the youngsters work. She looked down on the little girl, "Again

That dreadful word made the eight year old begin tearing up. Xiourong was praised for her academics and was given a week vacation for being ahead in her class. The school thought she was good enough; so why didn't her mother? The girl was furious and dishearten by her mother's lack of reaction. She didn't care about punishment; Xiourong was going to argue. "But I manipulated my fire, redirected the steam and I was blindfolded just how you said."

"You have been spending far too much time around your godmother Ty Lee. This is not a circus: being creative with your firebending, will get you killed. You are heir to the throne: do you want to be assassinated?"

"N…no mother." she spoke disappointed.

"Good, now perform the set the correct way."

"You mean the boring way," she muttered

"I heard that young lady." Azula disciplined.

Xiourong threw up her hands in defeat and marched off. "Well you know what; I'm done with this whole training."

"Get back here this instant!"

"NO!" she screamed running in the house.

Azula was appalled at her daughter's display of disrespect. "Did...did she just yell at me?" she asked to no one in particular.

"Wow, indignant, difficult, strong willed; where did she get that from?" quipped her husband.

"Keep quiet Judel!"

Judel looked over to Azula trying to be the voice of reason, "Xiourong is a child Azula, give her a break. Tui and La, it's the weekend; let's take the kids away; have fun for once, instead of going crazy with training."

"Absolutely not! Education is—"

"No," he butted, "childhood first, family then education."

"I will not have my children grown up to be low class peasants!"

Judel sneered at his wife; immediately understanding his daughter's frustration. He confronted his wife head on. "You watch your mouth; my father grew up poor and was later trained to be a scholar with a worldly education. You use that phrase again I swear—"

"You'll do what Ju-del," she spat.

He went to respond, but heard a terrible wail in the distance. A distraught five year old resembling Azula perfectly, ran straight to her, burying his face into her skirts. "Zaizuten what has gotten into you." she queried.

His twin brother entered the courtyard juggling his tiny flames and tossed the balls of fire in his brother's direction; laughing at his expense. The youngster shrunk back as the smoke dissipated. "Man you're such a wimp. You big baby; I'm glad you're in trouble."

He sprinted toward his brother and scared him. The younger twin hid further behind Azula. "The school doesn't like you loser: that's why they sent you home."

"Hirodoa what did I tell you about taunting your brother?" Judel reprimanded.

He waved off his father with a dismissive hand: Judel grabbed the boy; lifting him by his arms. He helplessly flailed, "Wait, wait I'm sorry; please don't send me to my room: I promise I'll be good," he pleaded.

"That's what I thought you said. Now come on and help me with dinner."

But cooking is for women;" he felt a sharp slap to the back of his head, Ow!"

"Just get inside." Judel cautioned.

Azula looked at Zaizuten; his amber eyes welling with tears; the snot dripping from his nose. He was most like his father, sensitive, quiet and smart. Azula, despite her toughness, couldn't stand the sight of sorrow; somehow they made her feel helpless. She patted the six year olds small head. Azula rolled her eyes; this is karma for making fun of Zuko. "Zuten," she said softly, calling him by his nickname "is what Hirodoa said true?"

"I didn't mean to be bad mom, honest," he muffled.

Azula knew her son well; Zaizuten was born docile and cried only for food; while Hirodoa on the other hand, was rambunctious, demanding and got into fights or mouthed off to anybody, who told him no. Spirits, he was her copy. Azula found herself getting angry with those teachers about Zaizuten; he was a good boy, but she needed all the facts first. "There, there now; have a stiff upper lip Zuten," she said wiping his face with a handkerchief.

The boy accepted the offer sniffling and exhaling slowly. "Now what happened?"

"The teacher got mad at me; she said I can't be at the academy no' more."

"Why?"

The boy looked up at his mother sadly, "My hands can't make fire."

She wasn't necessarily surprised by the statement; her son was always a late bloomer. He should show signs of bending by now. Perhaps...it all was making sense.

"Although I am not pleased with this prospect; being a non-bender for the time being isn't the worst case scenario. You can still attend the academy. Your aunt Mai and godmother Ty Lee are non-benders and they fight proficiently. That ridiculous teacher probably has something against me. I shall have a harsh discussion with her later. Don't worry son; all of this will be rectified immediately."

"No!" the boy pleaded, holding his mother back. This time he was in full on tears; sobbing uncontrollably. Azula picked up her son and looked him in the eyes. "For Agni's sake Zuten; what is wrong with you now?"

The boy coaxed her to put him down. He went over to one of the fountains; touching it with his petite fingers. He manipulated the water into the air, turning it into a thick sheet of ice, slowly it cracked and turned into snow. He put his hands over his face and hid into Azula's skirts; once again ashamed. "Momma, am I freak?"

She was stunned; coming to the realization she was afraid of, "No son, you're a prodigy."