It’d been about a month since Zuko bought his sister home. The girl didn’t talk very much along the way to the palace and she continued to hold the silence when she got there. She seemed to be at a sort of disconnect.
Even when she was present for lunch or dinner or just a casual get together she was quiet and out of place. Like a ghost in the room, everyone knew she was there, but no one attempted to make contact with the psychological disaster that was Azula.
To be fair to them, Azula herself didn’t really put in any effort either.
Locked up in her cell, Azula screamed insanely in terror. She remembered her past. What she did, she was extremely the bad girl. She kept asking herself many times why Mai and Ty Lee betrayed her. Why. Why, just why? This proofs that Mai and Ty Lee aren't true friends. They don't care about Azula, the old fun were just during their childhood.
They've all grown up, and in love. Ty Lee, of course still have tiny feelings for Sokka, but not that much since she admits Sokka and Suki are cute together. Mai, was going out with Azula's brother. If Zuko and Mai get married, Azula...
Under the moonlight she stood. Standing deadly and cunning as always. Still frustrated of her mother and brother's response, she was slowly slipping away. Azula was broken, and she was alone in the forest under that very deadly-bright moonlight. She gazed at the moon and stars. She wanted to redeem herself. She wanted to change.
"Mother, forgive me for being a disrespectful child," Those words, came from her mouth. Was that how she feels? Was she really apologizing? No, it couldn't be possible. Azula wants her mother back, she wants to return back to Hira'a and reunite with her...
Authors Note: Hello Azula fans. I just thought I'd post this article here. You probably know by now but I love writing these. Azula is so much fun to psychoanalyze. This is a little story about a night on the way to Ba Sing Se. Enjoy.
Azula peered into the warm darkness before her as she began to feel her face in a state of quiet panic. It had happened again. She had had a dream; a nightmare. The Fire Nation princess turned to look at Mai and Ty Lee. Both girls were fast asleep. "I should wake them.", thought a frightened Azula as she began to reach towards Mai. Before she...
Authors note: wow it's been a while. I still love this character, so here's another short story for Azula after her breakdown. This focuses in how things people say, no matter who those ppl are, can cripple another's soul.
"Look at the spoiled princess! She thinks she's so royal!" "Look at how she walks with her nose up in the clouds! Sure she's powerful, but she's screaming on the inside." "Such a brat. And look at her hair."
Azula felt the cold cell floor against her palms and began to crawl somberly towards the cot at the other end of the room. Her vision...
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 nations...
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 before....
Author's note: hello all. I've decided to use Edgar Allan Poe's "Haunted palace" as the model for this one. But I've expanded on it a little and thrown in the long sentence element for effect. Basically, it takes the example of a decaying object, a palace in poe's case, to symbolize the pains of a decaying mind. I will attempt to do the same w/ Azula. Anyways, comment if u like and enjoy! :D
In the grandest nation, in the grandest capital,
There was a grand estate.