Authors note: okay so u can probably tell bởi my tên người dùng who my fav character is and that's who this các bài viết about. bình luận if u wanna and enjoy!!!

As she sat there in her bedroom, Azula realized just how alone she was. How alone she had always been. Her best Những người bạn were long gone, and now it would be her against the world. But hadn't she always seen it that way? The difference now was that there was something thêm missing. There was something even thêm problematic that troubled her weary mind. She was afraid.

Azula remembered how she would press her ear to the tường of this very bedroom in the hopes of catching fragments of the bedtime stories that were strcy reserved for her brother. As she looked into the vanity mirror, a single hot tear made its journey down her cheek and into her lonely palm. "Stop crying!", she thought. "Stop diễn xuất so...scared!" Azula was starting to feel what she had felt all her life. The difference now was that she could cry, and nobody would say a thing. Nobody would find out that the master manipulator and the ever-prepared princess Azula was in a state of manic depression. But that wasn't the problem.

As the tears began to come in bunches, Azula felt something inside her chest tighten. She could not sit up any longer. The pain of having to look into the mirror would be too much. And she might even see Mother. "Oh, Mother." At the thought of the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy Lady, Azula became silent. The pain was so intense that she was unable to cry any longer. Once again, the familiar feeling of self hatred crept into her disturbed head.

As Azula fell off into a fitfully rest, she remembered who she was. She had conquered Ba Sing Se. Millions feared her. She commanded her army with an iron will. She needed to be strong. It seemed as if her thoughts echoed through the dark, empty halls of the lonely palace. Tommorrow would be the day. The ngày she was destined to rule. The ngày she would be ngọn lửa, chữa cháy Lord. Azula began to feel a little bit better, and was ready to go to sleep.

"Goodnight, Azula. I tình yêu you." It was a very familiar voice that had uttered these words. It was her again. "Please don't be sad. I hope bạn sleep alright." Her Mother's voice was like a thousand needles piercing her already fragile heart. Azula was alone, Azula was nervous. Bust most of all, Azula was scared.