Authors Note: when I start to write these, I can't stop. Here's another. A little less hardcore, just mildly sad.
Left, right, left, right. Azula's steps were hesitant and uneasy. She wore a red facility uniform and around her left wrist was the plastic band reading: "Severe." "Let's go! Hurry!" Dr. Tso's voice aggravated the former princess. She knew that she was powerless to stop him, however, from telling her what to do. Her bending was gone forever. It hurt.
Once Azula and the doctor had reached the courtyard, she heard the resounding cheers of all four...
Authors Note: Hello, everyone. It has been a tough few days. A great friend of mine has gone away, but I am trying to find comfort in writing. Just a piece here;very emotionally charged, so this will get intense, it explores a complete loss of control over one's body and mind; i just need some self expression right now.
Cold, dark, wet, quiet. Azula felt the iron walls with the tips of her weary fingers. Fingers that had not wielded fire, nor light for months. "Curses!" Azula began to beat her fist relentlessly against the cold cell floor. "Break! Crack!" The floor...
Author's Note: Raisin bran makes me write articles...enjoy.
"Stay here. We'll be back for you later on." "Don't try to bend, he took it away forever." "That'll only make things harder."
Azula could not speak. The air in the holding cell was frigid. A lump began to form in her throat.
"Leave me, swine!" She lunged feverishly from the cold metal seat only to find that they were right. Her bending was gone. Forever. The guards gave an amused grin and Azula shrank bank into an estranged corner of her mind which she had not been aware existed...