Authors note: okay halfway there! Here's number five. Once again I tried to play with the psychology here.


All those people.

Those villagers.

I need to deliver this information.

Father says no weakness is allowed.

But, I'm shy.

She's not.

The princess isn't.

But I am.

Azula is.

This hair. Such a mess.

This smile. Crooked and awkward.

This laugh. Disjointed.

These eyes.

They want to look at the ground.

No.

I'm not Azula.

I'm the princess.

She's strong, she's free, she's a big girl.

She doesn't cry.

They all 愛 her.

No.

They fear her.

She's confident.

But I'm shy.

I'll put on this armor,

And I'll tie up this hair.

And be her.

I've done it before.

Why's it so hard today?

Why can't I be her?

Why can't I be me?

And read a book?

I'm scared.

I'm awfully shy.

Authors note: okay, trying to c if I can use some color imagery to express what Azula might have felt during a lonely night at the palace.


Red.

Fire.

Blood.

The tapestries.

Honor.

They're all Red.

Burns.

Hearts.

Roses.

Red.

The Red sky turns to black.

The walls adorned with tapestries, black.

Where's the honor?
Where's the pride?

I'm scared.

The darkness consumes the red.

All of it.

Run faster! Turn here! Lock the door!

Sleep. No.

Red ink dries up. Write with black.

The candle flickers, a Red オレンジ glow persists.

It's out.

The black is here only now.

They're gone.

Honor. Pride. Family.

The black consumes it all.

I huddle here into this corner, waiting to be taken next.

My spirit is still Red!

I can make it.

The wind blows once. Twice. Three times.

Who's there?

My Red spirit lies alone.

Alone...

It is crimson. Now Black.

Authors note: the sixth one here. Azula reflects on something that happened on a walk through the park with Ty lee. (she was 10 at the time)


Ty lee.

She's pretty.

She's bubbly.

She's happy.

Pretty brown hair. Pretty brown eyes.

Nice smile.

Mine's weird. It looks unfinished. Fake.

"Zula there's Maiko! He likes you."

Boys are yucky.

They're weak like Zuko.

"Hey you're the princess!"

"Yeah. She's Azula. Say hi Zula!"

Maiko seems weird.

"I like your hair pin! It's shiny!"

"Liar!"

What could I do?

He made me feel weird inside.

"He's a loser, Ty Lee!"

I didn't know how to act. I was scared.

Maiko cried. I liked that. She cried too.

He called me a brat.

I didn't like that anymore.

It made me cry.

Authors note: okay I've been off for a while but I couldn't shake the writer spasms this time...I'm back. Enjoy! :D


So loud.

The 音楽 strikes my ears like a fist of fire.

But harder.

It makes the other girls want to dance.

I want to cry. To melt away out of sight.

"I don't dance!", I sneer.

I'd 愛 to. I'm afraid.

So awkward.

Not a princess, a 火災, 火 Lord's daughter is all.

Two steps this way, one step that.

Oh!

A rip in Mother's dress?

Can't dance now. A lump in my throat.

Run home. So much rain. It's so wet.

She stares with stony eyes at the fake Lady in the hallway.

The empty and torn dress.

"'Zula, that belonged to your grandmother."

Run to my room. So many tears. It's so wet.

It's so hard.

I have to keep steady,

To be firm.

The poor girl. My friend.

I made her leave the circus.

I burned the net.

Me.

Disgusting me.

They all fear me.

I cry so much, Mother.

They don't see. They don't know.

I cry and cry.

And I lift it from the drawer.

It's cold. But the finest gold.

A bold red ruby fills the pendant's center.

The necklace.

My birthday necklace.

From Lady Tao. From your お茶, 紅茶 club.

It's pretty for a pretty girl.

Not ugly me.

Just a ロスト soul. It torments me.

I pull, it feels sharp around my ugly neck.

Too loose.

A knot. Much better.

The hot tears come flowing.

End this life with a final pull?

I can't. Too weak. Too scared.

The red welts stay. Red as a ruby.

The armor will hide them. And hide my sorrows.

I hope I don't cry tomorrow.

I hope Ty Lee doesn't look at me.

Its in the trash.

That damn necklace.