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 clash together under the...
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