Azula

This is an AU fic for quite a few obvious reasons.

Azula’s fingers hovered over the stinging mark spreading up from her wrist to her elbow. She gently ran her finger over the tender red skin outlining it.

Part of her thought it was a bad idea to get the tattoo, but madami of her sinabi it was one of the best idea’s she had in a while. The blue and tial ink suited her well, at least she thought so anyhow. It only made sense for her to wear the blue flames proudly on her arm…

Much madami sense than it did to always be reminded of the scars they covered.

The blue flame tattoo wasn’t the first...

“You see, Princess, I don’t like your kind.” Tang-Shin continued with his circling. “You. People like you, are sick. The lot of you deserve to die. The lot of you are only good for experimenting on. And of the lunatics in this asylum your breed is the worst—with your silly voices and your ludicrous visions…”

Azula’s upper lip twitched into a snarl. The man was speaking as if he didn’t have an issue or two of his own.

"If you thought we treated you with neglect and abuse in the regular ward…the underground ward, well it’s a whole new world of torment."

Azula looked to the...

With each step Azula felt her body grow madami and madami weary. Each and every one of her footfalls madami wobbly than the next.

Tang-Shin was leading her down a hall that was just as bleak as every other. She wondered how the man navigated the place—everything looked the same to her; white or yellowing-white, lined with tightly sealed doors, and a floor that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in millenniums. She chose to ignore the alarming red splotch near one of the doors.

Was that what she had been sleeping on?

She shuddered.

They reached the end of the hall where stood a giant knobless door....

First OFF, I AM ENDOWED TO TELL YOU GUYS (HOPEFULLY FANS) THAT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME Pagsulat tagahanga FICTION, THUS I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LENGTH. YOU SEE, THIS IS SOMEWHAT LIKE A TEST DRIVE: I MAY PROLONG THE SERIES, edit THE artikulo TO FIT YOUR NEEDS, OR CREATE A WHOLE NEW SERIES IF REQUESTED. RECOMMENDATIONS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS HIGHLY ACCEPTED AND ENCOURAGED. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:
As per usual, Katara was absolutely furious with Zuko for even suggesting that Azula should live, and the fact that she Nawawala her mother to the wrath of the apoy nation didn’t help to extinguish the flame that...

I've done episodes, I've done characters, now it's time to do seasons. Anyways, keep in mind that this is my opinion, and we may disagrees so respect my opinion and I'll respect yours. Enjoy the article! :)














3. Season 1

I still absolutely adore this season, even though it's on last place. The reason why it's at the bottom is because of a couple of reasons. For one, Azula isn't in this season until the very end. My susunod reason would be, that the episodes aren't as good. I absolutely pag-ibig each episode, but there were much better episodes in Season 2 and 3. Some of the most hated episodes in...

Authors note: okay, so I usually upload my stuff to the Azula club, so if u guys like it, go check it out! :) This one is a bit sad, but strangely happy in the end.



The room was quiet. Not a sound could be heard. Only the darkness was there to wish a 12-year-old Azula a happy birthday. Father was out on another business trip, and it had been made very clear that Mother did not want to see her tonight. That was why she was in this lonely room in the first place, and that was also why Azula had barricaded the door shut.

She was not sure exactly what she had done to receive such punishment, but...

Ayla's POV

We were flying away from the air temple and Aang and I were

sad I hadn't Spoken for two days then " Im going to ride the

giant Kyoshi isda at Kyoshi Island" Aang said.

" What!" I almost straggled him but Katara and Sokka both had

to hold me back. " Are you crazy! Aang you you ahhh!"

" What" he laughed " I want to try something fun" I was so mad I

pouted Aang was going to get it I swear he is and I'm not going

to do anything. We landed on Kyoshi Island and Aang went right

into the water a rode to Kyoshi isda I sat down in the sun then I

went into the water knee deep and just moved the...

Aang's POV

She can't be gone again not again. I air blasted the Firebender

who had did this " Ayla, Ayla, Ayla no you can't be gone" I cried,

mumble, yelled and screamed then Katara put her hand on my

shoulder

" Aang she's gone no one alive can survive the coldness of the

water"

I know she was trying to kabibe me down but I just couldn't take it

" She is not gone"

my mga tattoo and eyes glow and I kalapati into the water to try

to save to person who I had let down again.

Ayla's POV

As I was sinking I had all the flashback all of them with Aang.

"Aang" I giggle I was 5 years old and I was blind well I had...

You know the drill.

It was now 2:30 when we brought the weakened Sydney to the family room for the now blazing apoy to warm her. I set her on the sopa across from Aang who was sleeping with Toph in a chair who was also sleeping.I sat sa pamamagitan ng the apoy warming my now cold hands. I never got cold. I practiced some of my new power on Aang. I put water around his temples and focused.
He was dreaming about how he and Toph got married. He played sweety pie while Toph got annoyed at her mom for making her were makeup and fancy clothes. I pulled away from his dream feeling disgusted with myself. I had just...

Even if there making a fourth season as I type or they are never going to make one this may strike an idea to start one.
Okay we now two main things there are no madami airbenders and the last season ended as a cliff hanger even though it ended well. We also know that the awatara is the only one that can enter the spirit world and that we have only seen good spirits. Also that each awatara in some point of there life before they die face a challenge.
Heres where my thought comes in what if the reason we don't see bad spirits is because an awatara long nakaraan before the apoy nation went loco locked...

Read the four parts before this to understand what's happening. And comment at the end!!!

Once I got to my house I watered the plants as usual but with our hose cause there were a few people around. Once finished I rung the doorbell to my house. My mom answered the door and gave me hug. "So how was you'r first day?" she asked while smiling brightly her long blonde hair gleaming in the sun. "My araw was great." I replied "I made three new mga kaibigan and got their numbers !" while I gave her a kiss. "That's great wh-" she looked at my hair. "What's up with your hair?" She chuckled "It looks strange."...

Chapter 2: Learning Chinese

The rest of my araw went normal. Math, English, health, and stupid science. My last period was language class. Not language arts, the language class where you learn different languages. I signed up to learn Chinese under my dad's request. Hayden signed up too, and when I walked in with Hayden I found my older brother Eli, the 14 taon old earth bender.

He sat with a cute girl with blond hair and giant blue eyes like the pacific ocean, dark yet pretty. They were laughing at the fat, wrinkly skinned teacher for language class. I was pretty sure he was flirting with...

Read the first part of this to understand it. The little run in with Jeff just sped me on to Algebra 2. UHHHH the most boring subject ever. And unfortanetly for me I'm an exchange student and came in the middle of the semester. Double UHHHHH. As I walked into class the teacher called me to the front of the class. "This is a Mr. Michael Epsilon, Aang,...uh...Zuko..." Me and the rest of the class chuckled as she mispronounced my great great great grandma's and grandpa's names. My parents thought having all the original teachers of awatara Aang would ipakita other benders that I am a bender as well...

Pre-warning: This is not about the awatara gang, this is a story about a boy that finds out that his ancesters were the awatara gang and that he's related to Aang and Katara. He's a water bender but everyone around him is normal making him special. Over the years the story of the awatara has changed and people think it's a myth and bending is a Nawawala art now. Though there are some who are born benders and the awatara is still reborn into people they just don't know It and save the world in some way. Our hero's name is Michael Gavin and this is his story. I woke up to a beutiful morning to bad it...