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 blue sky. The last sky she would ever see. The last two weeks had been rough, and Azula had spent every waking moment with the nurses preparing for this day. She was to witness the coronation of her brother, the new apoy Lord. Why they were making her do this was unknown to her, but she had promised herself that she would retain her dignity.
The speeches drolled on, and Azula could nearly make out the faces of the awatara and her envied brother. After another round of applause, Zuko took the floor, and began to adress his adoring public. "Don't let him have his way. Don't snap." These commands played over and over in her head. As soon as the new apoy Lord had finished speaking, Azula let out an involuntary cry of distress. It must've been pretty loud, as twenty indifferent gazes shot back at the prisoner.
"Her!?", a voice cried. "Azula!?", screamed another. Within segundos the whole crowd was fixated on her diminished stature. People began to laugh, and soon the courtyard was ablaze with hysterical chuckles. Azula looked to the stage, everyone there had left.
"That's a warrior?" "That's a princess?" "Momma, look at her hair. It's ugly." These were children mocking her. Yes, children. Azula looked to her side, Dr. Tso was gone. "Peasants, stop it! I'll...I'll..." Azula realized that she couldn't do anything to them. The laughter increased in volume.
"You awful wreck!" "You destroyed my village!" "You burned my harvest!" The voices became angry. Azula was now the center of attention, people gathering around her as they would a caged animal. "Oh, you've really let yourself go!", jeered an old Earth Kingdom lady. "She's a nut! Crazy as can be!" Azula's throat tightened. "I-I..." Her voice was drowned out sa pamamagitan ng madami laughter. "STOP!", she yelled. But to no avail. Azula began do cry. She could not shake herself of the notion that these people were right in jeering her. She had hurt them so badly, but out of self hate and unresolved anger.
"Please look away from me!", she sounded like a peasant. The people moved in a few madami steps closer. "Momma", sinabi a young girl behind her, "Monsters cry?" With that, Azula fell into a sobbing heep at the young girl's feet, her arms outstretched as if she were bowing down "Sweetie", she cried, "Love your Mother." The young girl gave her a quizzical look which faded into a sympathetic frown. Large, hot tears streamed down Azula's face and onto the girl's shoes.
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 blue sky. The last sky she would ever see. The last two weeks had been rough, and Azula had spent every waking moment with the nurses preparing for this day. She was to witness the coronation of her brother, the new apoy Lord. Why they were making her do this was unknown to her, but she had promised herself that she would retain her dignity.
The speeches drolled on, and Azula could nearly make out the faces of the awatara and her envied brother. After another round of applause, Zuko took the floor, and began to adress his adoring public. "Don't let him have his way. Don't snap." These commands played over and over in her head. As soon as the new apoy Lord had finished speaking, Azula let out an involuntary cry of distress. It must've been pretty loud, as twenty indifferent gazes shot back at the prisoner.
"Her!?", a voice cried. "Azula!?", screamed another. Within segundos the whole crowd was fixated on her diminished stature. People began to laugh, and soon the courtyard was ablaze with hysterical chuckles. Azula looked to the stage, everyone there had left.
"That's a warrior?" "That's a princess?" "Momma, look at her hair. It's ugly." These were children mocking her. Yes, children. Azula looked to her side, Dr. Tso was gone. "Peasants, stop it! I'll...I'll..." Azula realized that she couldn't do anything to them. The laughter increased in volume.
"You awful wreck!" "You destroyed my village!" "You burned my harvest!" The voices became angry. Azula was now the center of attention, people gathering around her as they would a caged animal. "Oh, you've really let yourself go!", jeered an old Earth Kingdom lady. "She's a nut! Crazy as can be!" Azula's throat tightened. "I-I..." Her voice was drowned out sa pamamagitan ng madami laughter. "STOP!", she yelled. But to no avail. Azula began do cry. She could not shake herself of the notion that these people were right in jeering her. She had hurt them so badly, but out of self hate and unresolved anger.
"Please look away from me!", she sounded like a peasant. The people moved in a few madami steps closer. "Momma", sinabi a young girl behind her, "Monsters cry?" With that, Azula fell into a sobbing heep at the young girl's feet, her arms outstretched as if she were bowing down "Sweetie", she cried, "Love your Mother." The young girl gave her a quizzical look which faded into a sympathetic frown. Large, hot tears streamed down Azula's face and onto the girl's shoes.
Authors note: the sixth one here. Azula reflects on something that happened on a walk through the park with Ty lee. (she was 10 at the time)
Ty lee.
She's pretty.
She's bubbly.
She's happy.
Pretty brown hair. Pretty brown eyes.
Nice smile.
Mine's weird. It looks unfinished. Fake.
"Zula there's Maiko! He likes you."
Boys are yucky.
They're weak like Zuko.
"Hey you're the princess!"
"Yeah. She's Azula. Say hi Zula!"
Maiko seems weird.
"I like your hair pin! It's shiny!"
"Liar!"
What could I do?
He made me feel weird inside.
"He's a loser, Ty Lee!"
I didn't know how to act. I was scared.
Maiko cried. I liked that. She cried too.
He called me a brat.
I didn't like that anymore.
It made me cry.
Ty lee.
She's pretty.
She's bubbly.
She's happy.
Pretty brown hair. Pretty brown eyes.
Nice smile.
Mine's weird. It looks unfinished. Fake.
"Zula there's Maiko! He likes you."
Boys are yucky.
They're weak like Zuko.
"Hey you're the princess!"
"Yeah. She's Azula. Say hi Zula!"
Maiko seems weird.
"I like your hair pin! It's shiny!"
"Liar!"
What could I do?
He made me feel weird inside.
"He's a loser, Ty Lee!"
I didn't know how to act. I was scared.
Maiko cried. I liked that. She cried too.
He called me a brat.
I didn't like that anymore.
It made me cry.
Authors note: okay I've been off for a while but I couldn't shake the writer spasms this time...I'm back. Enjoy! :D
So loud.
The music strikes my ears like a fist of fire.
But harder.
It makes the other girls want to dance.
I want to cry. To melt away out of sight.
"I don't dance!", I sneer.
I'd pag-ibig to. I'm afraid.
So awkward.
Not a princess, a apoy Lord's daughter is all.
Two steps this way, one step that.
Oh!
A rip in Mother's dress?
Can't dance now. A lump in my throat.
Run home. So much rain. It's so wet.
She stares with stony eyes at the fake Lady in the hallway.
The empty and torn dress.
"'Zula, that belonged to your grandmother."
Run to my room. So many tears. It's so wet.
So loud.
The music strikes my ears like a fist of fire.
But harder.
It makes the other girls want to dance.
I want to cry. To melt away out of sight.
"I don't dance!", I sneer.
I'd pag-ibig to. I'm afraid.
So awkward.
Not a princess, a apoy Lord's daughter is all.
Two steps this way, one step that.
Oh!
A rip in Mother's dress?
Can't dance now. A lump in my throat.
Run home. So much rain. It's so wet.
She stares with stony eyes at the fake Lady in the hallway.
The empty and torn dress.
"'Zula, that belonged to your grandmother."
Run to my room. So many tears. It's so wet.