Her feet hit hard on the pavement, kicking up dirt and shredding the grass as she went along.
She had to get away.
Had to make it out of that dreadful place.
She had no clue where she was going, but she had to get there.
She could hear her brother calling to her. He said he wanted to help her. Unfortunately for dear Zu-Zu, Azula didn’t want him to help her. He’d ‘helped’ enough already.
She could have sworn she heard her mother tell him to stop chasing her. But for all Azula knew, that could be some sort of trap, a trick of some kind. She couldn’t take any chances so she just kept running, running.
Running and running until she felt her legs go weak and her lungs scream for air.
By the time Azula decided to stop running, she was worn out. Panting rather heavily she lowered herself to the ground, gazing into the rippling water of a small pond.
She had an odd urge to let herself fall into it. The water seemed to whisper to her. Beckoning her into its depths.