Author's Note: pasas 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 upuan 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. Fear. "That's madami like it!" "Far madami lady-like, dont you think, prince---I mean, former princess." Tears had began to well up in Azula's eyes, and she was relieved when they slammed the door of the holding cell, leaving her alone in the darkness. Her honor and pride were utterly destroyed, but she could not let them know they had broken her.
As the minutos passed, Azula slipped into another obscure daydream and....
"You really should be madami lady-like. You're worse than the little boys I see running around." Mother's voice held a familiarly scolding tone. Just about the only tone she knew her mother had. "You ought to have been a boy, 'Zula." Her mother paused as if in a brief moment of thought. "Then this wouldn't be an issue. Azula saw what seemed to be an angry dress-up doll standing in a corner in a yellow sun dress, with frilly things underneath. "I remember that!", she thought in disdain. "And all the things she sinabi that day."
Suddenly, the vision dissapsted and she was back in the holding cell, only the darkness staring back at her. She began to weep softly. Into her mind popped a resounding voice. Mother. The voice grew louder.
"Azula, look what you've done. If you act up and make a fuss thus way nobody will ever want to come to your tsaa parties. That's why you're all alone all the time. That's why the little boys don't like you. You frown too much. Stop it! Now, let me see your curtsy again."
Fearing what it might say next, Azula franticly pressed her hands over her ears, but the voice persisted.
"My goodness! Do you hate me, Azula? Do you hate your mother?" The voice did not wait for an answer. "Is that why you make a mess in front of all our guests? It's not okay to burn people, Azula." She never called her sweetie.
"Go away!" Her cries were ignored and her Mother seemed to become madami irritated sa pamamagitan ng the second.
"Your eyes are so pretty. Why do you make them so damp all the time? Dont tell me you don't want to play tsaa party. Why don't you go see if Jiang down the road wants to have a tsaa petsa with you? You'll need to stop crying first, 'Zula."
"I DONT LIKE TEA! OR DRESSES! OR DATES! I'M A WARRIOR LIKE DADDY!"
Once again, her pleas were unheard.
"Later on we can see about Jiang. For now you need to stop this warrior nonsense. What on Earth is wrong with my child!?"
The voice droned on, and Azula began to pull on her hair with thinly suppressed screeches of curses to her mother. This only worsened her situation, as a profound guilt took hold of her entire being. After all the things she had said, Azula still wished she could've pleased her mother, and it was then that she decided she would live no longer.
"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 upuan 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. Fear. "That's madami like it!" "Far madami lady-like, dont you think, prince---I mean, former princess." Tears had began to well up in Azula's eyes, and she was relieved when they slammed the door of the holding cell, leaving her alone in the darkness. Her honor and pride were utterly destroyed, but she could not let them know they had broken her.
As the minutos passed, Azula slipped into another obscure daydream and....
"You really should be madami lady-like. You're worse than the little boys I see running around." Mother's voice held a familiarly scolding tone. Just about the only tone she knew her mother had. "You ought to have been a boy, 'Zula." Her mother paused as if in a brief moment of thought. "Then this wouldn't be an issue. Azula saw what seemed to be an angry dress-up doll standing in a corner in a yellow sun dress, with frilly things underneath. "I remember that!", she thought in disdain. "And all the things she sinabi that day."
Suddenly, the vision dissapsted and she was back in the holding cell, only the darkness staring back at her. She began to weep softly. Into her mind popped a resounding voice. Mother. The voice grew louder.
"Azula, look what you've done. If you act up and make a fuss thus way nobody will ever want to come to your tsaa parties. That's why you're all alone all the time. That's why the little boys don't like you. You frown too much. Stop it! Now, let me see your curtsy again."
Fearing what it might say next, Azula franticly pressed her hands over her ears, but the voice persisted.
"My goodness! Do you hate me, Azula? Do you hate your mother?" The voice did not wait for an answer. "Is that why you make a mess in front of all our guests? It's not okay to burn people, Azula." She never called her sweetie.
"Go away!" Her cries were ignored and her Mother seemed to become madami irritated sa pamamagitan ng the second.
"Your eyes are so pretty. Why do you make them so damp all the time? Dont tell me you don't want to play tsaa party. Why don't you go see if Jiang down the road wants to have a tsaa petsa with you? You'll need to stop crying first, 'Zula."
"I DONT LIKE TEA! OR DRESSES! OR DATES! I'M A WARRIOR LIKE DADDY!"
Once again, her pleas were unheard.
"Later on we can see about Jiang. For now you need to stop this warrior nonsense. What on Earth is wrong with my child!?"
The voice droned on, and Azula began to pull on her hair with thinly suppressed screeches of curses to her mother. This only worsened her situation, as a profound guilt took hold of her entire being. After all the things she had said, Azula still wished she could've pleased her mother, and it was then that she decided she would live no longer.