Author's note: hello all. I've decided to use Edgar Allan Poe's "Haunted palace" as the model for this one. But I've expanded on it a little and thrown in the long sentence element for effect. Basically, it takes the example of a decaying object, a palace in poe's case, to symbolize the pains of a decaying mind. I will attempt to do the same w/ Azula. Anyways, 코멘트 if u like and enjoy! :D


In the grandest nation, in the grandest capital,
There was a grand estate.
The gates were prominently defined in such a way that one could not help but cast their gaze upon the glinting 봉인, 인감 of the royal...

The silence violently cracks and the sky seems to turn red with a single surge of immense heat. Most of the villagers knew what was coming. As the palanquin approached, the black figures of the distant soldiers seemed to take shape. He was unsure of what the hours ahead would hold; after all, Riyu was a boy of only thirteen. Silence. Halt. As the palanquin slowly gravitated towards the earthy ground, the jet black curtains parted and Riyu was sure he'd never seen a 레이 of light so dominate a space. There she was...she. The people of Ju Wa were told that a great new 불, 화재 Nation leader was coming...

Okay so, this an entirely an impulse piece...I j have been wanting to put these thoughts out so here goes.

"Are 당신 there, 'Zula? C'mon. Have a moon pie. It's your birthday." "Let's go, she's not coming out of there any time soon." "Would 당신 like to see Dr. Pho?" "Ty Lee, 당신 need to grow up...it's obvious she doesn't wanna." Fifteen minutes...then thirty minutes...then an hour. Finally, their voices had faded into the silent and peaceful summer night. 또는 almost silent. And a far cry from peaceful. Something was different at the palace. Azula hadn't practiced her forms in two weeks. And even...

Authors Note: Okay guys here it is finally. The 팬 have spoken. The sad one wins! BUT! I have taken the liberty of trying an entirely new style that one of my 가장 좋아하는 writers uses very often and have also shaped this 기사 so that it can be read as either a sad stroy 또는 a happy one depending on your perspective and depending on the parts 당신 focus on most.....Im really excited this is the first time i've done a piece like this so im really like....yeah just read it. XD

Azula looked out across the pond in front of her. She really liked the garden. It made her feel safe, secure, wanted, loved....

Hide and Seek

I remember when I was six, before I had friends, Zuko and I would play hide and seek.
It was the only game we could play without hurting eachother.
But sometimes, he'd abandon me in the middle of the game, because Mom wanted him for awhile.
She never came to ask if I wanted to join.

The strange thing is.. I still feel like I'm playing hide and seek.
I hide, I seek. I'm the only one playing.
I hide what I feel. I seek acceptence.
Nobody seeks my expression.
They hide their hatred for me.
I kept losing the game, at least it felt like it.
I'm too old for games.

I saw it in Zuko's eyes.....

Authors Note: Hello Azula fans. I just thought I'd post this 기사 here. 당신 probably know 의해 now but I 사랑 글쓰기 these. Azula is so much fun to psychoanalyze. This is a little story about a night on the way to Ba Sing Se. Enjoy.

Azula peered into the warm darkness before her as she began to feel her face in a state of quiet panic. It had happened again. She had had a dream; a nightmare. The 불, 화재 Nation princess turned to look at Mai and Ty Lee. Both girls were fast asleep. "I should wake them.", thought a frightened Azula as she began to reach towards Mai. Before she could bring her Han...

Boring. Boring. Sad. Sad.

Everyday, Azula felt boring. Nothing happy comes in her life. She wondered if anyone remember he birthday tomorrow. But then she knew no one cared about her. She remembered Ursa, in her childhood days Ursa never give her a present on her birthday, but did on Zuko's.

Azula remembered what happened yesterday, when she dream that everyone was 다음 to her side and would tell her not to give up, even Ozai.

Today, Azula remembered the past. Then she finally understood why Ozai wouldn't let her follow him for the attack, that was because Ozai used her intelligence as a weapon,...

How?
Do I sleep,
Do I eat?

How?
Do I brush my hair,
Do I wash my face?

How?
Do I give my orders,
Do I rule my nation?

How?

Me? Undeserving, ugly, twisted me?

Mother? I need you. The tears are coming down onto my paper again. My diary is becoming very wet. Mother?

I write to 당신 because I cannot speak to you. And be me.

Azula. Poor Azula they must all say. The servants, the people...my friends.

Oh my friends. How I envy them so.

Ty Lee and her charisma. Everyone loves her. She's all smiles.

Mai. Quiet. Wit sharp as a razor. Silent confidence. Nonchalance.

Me. Poor ugly undeserving me.

How will I make it,...