Azula hadn't slept in what felt like forever to her, even though it wasn't that long.
Her eyes were drooping, and she was extremely tired.
But, if I sleep, I may see my mother. Azula thought, and I can't let that happen.
She went to the mirror.
She went to put her hair up.
But, her hair would not cooperate.
I'm sick of this
"Alright hair, time to meet your doom!"
She states at herself in the mirror for half a second.
I look awful.
Then something echoed her thoughts.
"Such a shame, آپ always had such beautiful hair.."
Azula was scared for a second, and then realized it was her mother's voice.
How...
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