We all have seen how Avatar: The Last Airbender and how it ended. But What happend after words? What happened to the beautiful Princess Azula? This is her story of what happened after she was went to the crazy house. She was sitting in the crazy house, when she heard a crash, it was her father.
"Father" said Azula
"Your a faulire and will suffer, but first I'm taking 당신 with me" said Ozai
"The Princess isn't going anywhere with you" said a guard
"Silence mortal" said Ozai as he zapped the guard.
"How did 당신 do that" asked Azula
"I'll tell 당신 later, now come with me 당신 worthless good for nothing"...
The 더 많이 days that passed, the wearier Azula grew. She was tired of long flights on Appa listening to the Water Tribe siblings bicker. She was tired of setting up camp on chilly nights. And of finding some 우주 to sleep that provided enough distance from the gang. But that always left her a distance from the 불, 화재 and heaven forbid she tried to start her own.
She was tired of sleeping cold.
Most of all she was tired of trying to sleep with her mother talking so loudly in her ear.
Azula folded her arms over her chest, waiting for the 아바타 and his 프렌즈 to mount Appa. She huffed in disgust....
Azula had never seen as much glitter and rose petals as she did when she opened her locker that morning. Open swinging it open the cutesy stuff fell upon her in a pink, red, and silver shower. She blew her hair out of her face creating another sparkly puff in the air.
That stuff probably wouldn’t leave her hair for another 월 또는 two.
From in the corner she saw Zuko snickering to himself as he waited for Mai to arrive, he planned on giving her the most ridiculously sized stuffed frog.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Azula!” Ty-Lee flung herself at the girl—once...
Sokka went to visit the girl, everyone else seemed too afraid to do so. He figured that she must be so lonely concealed within that institution. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t afraid, but his 심장 got the best of him—if it was his sister he’d want someone to keep her company.
The girl that sat before him was anything but lucid; her eyes were tired yet so unfocused, always scanning the room. Eventually she’d stop looking around and fix her eyes on a single point in the room. Sometimes she’d laugh at whatever her eyes were trained on, other times whatever it was had her...