Authors Note: Hello all! I haven't written an Azula piece in awhile. This is another imagining of her POV after her Agni Kai loss to Zuko and Katara. It's formatted as a letter to her mother from the mental facility. Enjoy!
Dear Mother,
I know you will burn this letter, and I know I've become an even larger disgrace to you than before, but I am lost. I know not what will become of me or my legacy. The legacy that was stolen from me. And the legacy I was weak enough to lose. "Such a spoiled princess.", the servants would say, "And such a lonely soul." I've caused many peolle so much pain and so much needless suffering. All for your love. I wanted you to say I was your little girl, triumphantly standing above the burning earth. I wanted you to hold me. But instead, you held Zuko. He's beaten me again. I've been deposed, I've been mocked, and most of all, I've been humiliated. They stood at a distance and watched as the hot tears of a battle well Nawawala exploded out of me and into view. Zuko and his peasant. They chained my body, and they chained my spirit, Mother. I couldn't run and hide behind the crimson threshold of the palace walls. I couldn't hide behind my name. And I couldn't hide behind the loving embrace of another human being. I'm confused, Mother. I'm a fake. A bad lie. And a monster. You were right. The monster has been muzzled, locked away behind the iron walks of deception she herself fashioned from her very own foolish hopes and wishes. My eyes ache with dryness, for the flowing tears of yesterday have ceased to accompany my sorrows. "She's sick.", they say. "Erased from history. A nut, a crazy, a demon, and a sad little girl who wanted her mommy." As I finish this letter, I beg you to understand that I have received my just rewards and that my destiny has been sealed. It was all for you, Mother. And it was you for whom my flame of destruction burnt. The flame has been extinguished and so has my will to carry on. My soul has turned to ashes at the mercy of the flame of destiny, the flame of my greatest shame. Goodbye, Mother.
Sincerely,
Your Monster, Azula.
Dear Mother,
I know you will burn this letter, and I know I've become an even larger disgrace to you than before, but I am lost. I know not what will become of me or my legacy. The legacy that was stolen from me. And the legacy I was weak enough to lose. "Such a spoiled princess.", the servants would say, "And such a lonely soul." I've caused many peolle so much pain and so much needless suffering. All for your love. I wanted you to say I was your little girl, triumphantly standing above the burning earth. I wanted you to hold me. But instead, you held Zuko. He's beaten me again. I've been deposed, I've been mocked, and most of all, I've been humiliated. They stood at a distance and watched as the hot tears of a battle well Nawawala exploded out of me and into view. Zuko and his peasant. They chained my body, and they chained my spirit, Mother. I couldn't run and hide behind the crimson threshold of the palace walls. I couldn't hide behind my name. And I couldn't hide behind the loving embrace of another human being. I'm confused, Mother. I'm a fake. A bad lie. And a monster. You were right. The monster has been muzzled, locked away behind the iron walks of deception she herself fashioned from her very own foolish hopes and wishes. My eyes ache with dryness, for the flowing tears of yesterday have ceased to accompany my sorrows. "She's sick.", they say. "Erased from history. A nut, a crazy, a demon, and a sad little girl who wanted her mommy." As I finish this letter, I beg you to understand that I have received my just rewards and that my destiny has been sealed. It was all for you, Mother. And it was you for whom my flame of destruction burnt. The flame has been extinguished and so has my will to carry on. My soul has turned to ashes at the mercy of the flame of destiny, the flame of my greatest shame. Goodbye, Mother.
Sincerely,
Your Monster, Azula.
