Azula- reflections
Azula stared at her fractured reflection in the broken mirror. The tears that were never allowed to be shed under her father’s rule flowed freely, her limbs wound themselves tightly around her body, and she fell to her knees as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of shudders and sobs pass through her.
Weak
Pathetic
Your acting just like that miserable fool of a brother would
She can hear her fathers commanding voice in her head. Her father’s words will never leave her, even when everyone, including him, has.
What in Agni's name is she doing? She’s the new fire lord, the greatest fire bender of her generation, the girl who toppled the impregnable walls of ba sing she with just her cunning (and her friends, but they’re fools who left her, betrayed her for Zuko, leaving her alone), feared throughout the four nations. She has no room for tears, no room for weakness.
She lays a shaking hand on the mirror to steady herself, cutting her palm on its jagged edges.
She watches the red blood seep from the wound, ignoring the painful bite of the cut exposed to air. It’s a reminder that underneath all of the flames and the fear she’s carefully cultivated, she’s still human, just a girl of fourteen years.
A lonely girl whose mother left her, her father used her.
A girl who’s a monster, who had no choice but to Embrace the fact.
As she picks herself up off the ground and wipes her eyes on the sleeve of her robe, she wonders if the four nations were really worth her innocence.