A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever, so I thought I'd go with a little Azula drabble. Reviews are of course encouraged. =]
Azula was not a fool. She knew that the end was near once her brother jumped in front of the water tribe peasant, saving her from the lightening blast. The Fire Nation would fall and she would be forgotten. Azula cringed at the thought of being forgotten. Growing up that was her biggest fear. Azula wanted to be known for her power. She wanted to be known for her ruthlessness and her lack of mercy. She figured that at the very least people should fear her. So she focused on her bending. She existed to serve her father, taking in every word he said as law.
"Emotions are useless my daughter. They will only blind you and make you weak. Weakness is not acceptable."
She was now chained to the sewage gate, thrashing about, screaming and crying. Her brother and Katara looked down at her with pity and disgust written all over their faces. Azula let out all her pent up emotions, years of pain and suffering. She let everything out, thinking how much her father must hate her for failing.
'If only you could see me now father. If only you could see how weak I truly am.' Azula thought.