It's now morning the sun is up so Azula is a beautiful princess. She now thinks she'll need to act nice, so she picked some apples.

"Good morning everyone" کہا Azula

"Azula are آپ alright" asked Zuko

"Yes I feel fine" کہا Azula

"Did Sokka give آپ some cactis juice" asked Katara

"No. Who wants breakfast" asked Azula

"Azula did آپ put any poison یا rub them on some poison mushrooms" asked Toph

"No of course not" کہا Azula

"These a tasty apples" کہا Iroh as he ate an apple.

"I even made آپ some چائے uncle, I hope I made it the way آپ like it" کہا Azula

"My dear آپ make good tea, after all this...

That night Azula dreamed.

After a long while of staring at the ceiling, the cold metal shackles biting her hands all the while, and enduring Ling-Ling’s attempts to make conversation, she had found herself in something of a sleep.

Her dream wasn’t unpleasant.

The dream was a bit of a blur; she was a little girl again. Ling-Ling and Heekul were both real people, her mother loving. Zuko had joined them in whatever game they were playing.

Azula, upon waking could most vividly remember the faces and the smells—freshly cut گھاس and her mother’s floral perfume lingered on the fringes of her...

With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead against the wall.

They couldn’t make her move.
She wouldn’t do it.

They would pass سے طرف کی and whisper of how uncomfortable that looked. And how she’d maintained the position for well over an hour.

What else had she to do.

With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall.

She couldn’t exactly name what bound her to that spot on the wall. But it was something deep. Something complex. And oh so very coaxing.

She stood there and just listened to the voices. They’d actually become rather soothing.

After sometime she’d...

This chapter and probably the اگلے will be all flashback.

It was a stormy night. Each drop colder than the next.

The former princess huddled herself against the دیوار of her cave…her home. Azula had tried to make herself a fire; she’d lit it up at least thrice only to have the wind smother it once more. So she’d دیا up and simply sat there listening to the rain thrash against the side of the cave.

Aside from the cold Azula enjoyed the storms. They were noise in the overpowering silence. On some days—if the rain was too chilling—she’d exit her cave and talk to the drops as they...

So I came across a post from a user on tumblr about wanting a fic about Zuko comforting/taking care of Azula after her breakdown. And when asked why he was doing so, he’d say “She is my crazy, beautiful, sister.” I saw that quite a few people wanted to see this as well, based on the amount of notes. So I thought I’d give it a shot.


Her wrists hurt.



Her throat burned.



Her lungs screamed.



Her body tingled with pain.



Her head spun.



Her head…her head.



Azula longed to bury it in her hands. Grip it until the madness faded. But in her state—chained to a grate—she had no means to do...

What is to become of a fallen princess?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Everything Azula had ever stood for seemed to have been taken from her. Her nation lost the war. Her father the crown. Like that mattered to her anymore anyways, the man was quick to leave her behind when he thought he’d get a bigger crown.

He promised they‘d do it together. It was a lie. Now she had no parents…not ones that loved her anyhow. In fact she had no one at all that loved her. Even her uncle, a man that seemed to see the best in everyone, viewed her as a lost cause.

The world seemed to have no room for her anymore....

“Azula, Shou tells me you’ve been talking to them again.” Lu-Ming stated.

“She’s lying.” Azula intended to answer as vaguely as possible.

“Lying?” Lu-Ming questioned.

“Yes.”

“And why would she lie?”

“Because she doesn’t like me…” Azula trailed off. She already کہا too much.

“Azula, it’s not healthy to just assume everyone hates you. Like you’re mother, she…”

“I wish to go back to my room now.” Azula cut him off.

“We are going to have to talk about her eventually.” It wasn’t an empty threat, it was a promise. This wasn’t the first time Lu-Ming...

Authors Note: Hello, atla fans! This is another installment about Azula after her Agni Kai. As آپ probably know, I am in love with this characters complexity and love to write about her. This one may hit u in the feels. Enjoy!


"Mother?! Mother?! Please hold me! Please be with me! Mother?! I'm sorry, Mother! Please don't be angry!" These tortured words reverberated through the courtyard as another gentle summer breeze landed upon the damp, salty face of the broken princess Azula. An گھنٹہ had passed since her greatest defeat, and the troubled adolescent had been crying ever since. "He won again,...

" What!" Aang said.

" Aang آپ idiot the village is in trouble!" I screamed.

" Let's go then " Aang کہا quickly I know he was thinking about

Katara. We glided on our gliders and we got to the village we

were there before the آگ کے, آگ Nation and we told them our plan well

my plan Aang was to scared to think of one. A 16 سال old boy

got out of the ship " Were is the Avatar!" he yelled then he

started to threaten the villagers that's it! I'm sick and tired of the

آگ کے, آگ Nation hurting people! I jumped out of the hiding place and

place my glider on the boys throat.

"So your the Avatar" he said.

" We'll...

Hello and welcome to another one of my articles, this time I'm talking about Avatar: the last air bender, so without farther interruption here we go

Intro:

Good T.V. shows come and go and everyone likes something different. However آپ would have a hard time finding someone who wouldn't want the watch the last air bender. Just to clarify I now have to call it "the last air bender" because the name "Avatar"... well آپ know. Anyway, it's growing popularity and soon could be the اگلے big talk of the world. Well ok mabye not but it will soon be bigger with the movie and everything.

Story:

Well who...