Authors Note: okay guys. So u might've noticed...i mostly write Azula articles. But the siguiente one will be about my segundo fav character, toph. Cause she's a beast. This is another take on Azula from right after her breakdown. If u like these, u can find más in the Azula club, where I've publicado many others. And there seems to be some great literary minds there; I'd say all of the artículos por Azula fans are good. :) The ppl in that club already know this, but I'm open to any ideas (no matter how bizarre) for ATLA articles. I'd absolutely amor ur feedback o suggestions thru my bandeja de entrada o in comments.....dis is a long authors note XD...
She couldn't do anything. Anything but wait. Everyone had left. She was all alone. Her vision blurred por tears, Azula felt an intense exhaustion. How long had she been here? Hours? Days? She had dado up on trying to break free. As she leaned forward, she heard the rattle of chains. Her chains. It seemed as though the sounds mocked her for her loss. For her weakness. For her insanity. "Oh...", she sighed. Azula couldn't bring herself to say anything else. "Father? Are tu there." Did we--" Her voice died off as she began to recall the events of the night before. Within several minutes, she began to writhe uncontrollably over the grate. Her eyes were dry now, for she could not produce any más tears. Azula began to make out the courtyard where she had suffered her greatest defeat.
As she sat up, an unnamable emotion swept over the fallen princess. "All this, was supposed to be mine." Her voice was that of a living soul that was, in reality, dead. Azula's face became flushed with an intense heat, and a single blue flame exuded from her mouth. "Breathing fire.", she thought, "Like a monster." At that thought, the tears came back. This time, they were silent, but this time, they stung.
Night had fallen over the courtyard, and Azula continued to sink into further self pity. As she looked up into the blue-black sky, disturbing imágenes replaced the darkened clouds. She was surprised to see that her mother was not among these, as the mere sight of that woman would have broken yet another distant corner of her heart.
"Some fuego Lord!" "Look at her hair!" The visions of sarcastic onlookers pointed as más tears fell through the grate on which the broken princess was stationed. "Quite the disappointment I'd say!" "She otta be in a strait jacket!" "She kind of looks like her mother..." This was the last straw. She would blot them all out. She would kill them. She would make the pain stop. "I will make tu wish tu were never born! I will end you, peasants!" The visions laughed. Azula continued to scream curses upon the onlookers, but she was chained down. There was nothing she could do. Azula began to fall off into another tantrum. The visions seemed to be quite amused por her sobs, and continued to observe her madness. She felt like an animal. She felt like an attraction. And, right then, she was.
They had chained her body, they had chained her mind, and now, they had chained her soul. Azula laid down in the accumulating puddle of tears that had formed in front of the grate. All she could do was cry.
She couldn't do anything. Anything but wait. Everyone had left. She was all alone. Her vision blurred por tears, Azula felt an intense exhaustion. How long had she been here? Hours? Days? She had dado up on trying to break free. As she leaned forward, she heard the rattle of chains. Her chains. It seemed as though the sounds mocked her for her loss. For her weakness. For her insanity. "Oh...", she sighed. Azula couldn't bring herself to say anything else. "Father? Are tu there." Did we--" Her voice died off as she began to recall the events of the night before. Within several minutes, she began to writhe uncontrollably over the grate. Her eyes were dry now, for she could not produce any más tears. Azula began to make out the courtyard where she had suffered her greatest defeat.
As she sat up, an unnamable emotion swept over the fallen princess. "All this, was supposed to be mine." Her voice was that of a living soul that was, in reality, dead. Azula's face became flushed with an intense heat, and a single blue flame exuded from her mouth. "Breathing fire.", she thought, "Like a monster." At that thought, the tears came back. This time, they were silent, but this time, they stung.
Night had fallen over the courtyard, and Azula continued to sink into further self pity. As she looked up into the blue-black sky, disturbing imágenes replaced the darkened clouds. She was surprised to see that her mother was not among these, as the mere sight of that woman would have broken yet another distant corner of her heart.
"Some fuego Lord!" "Look at her hair!" The visions of sarcastic onlookers pointed as más tears fell through the grate on which the broken princess was stationed. "Quite the disappointment I'd say!" "She otta be in a strait jacket!" "She kind of looks like her mother..." This was the last straw. She would blot them all out. She would kill them. She would make the pain stop. "I will make tu wish tu were never born! I will end you, peasants!" The visions laughed. Azula continued to scream curses upon the onlookers, but she was chained down. There was nothing she could do. Azula began to fall off into another tantrum. The visions seemed to be quite amused por her sobs, and continued to observe her madness. She felt like an animal. She felt like an attraction. And, right then, she was.
They had chained her body, they had chained her mind, and now, they had chained her soul. Azula laid down in the accumulating puddle of tears that had formed in front of the grate. All she could do was cry.
