Azula has been living in this cave for so long that she lost track of time. The only way to know if it was a day or a night was by looking through a small hole. Then she might've seen a light or just deep darkness. She was doing that mostly because there was nothing else she could've been doing. Her life or to call it more properly: existence, was awful. She couldn't think anymore of one good memory.

When one nice memory appeared, It all just started to be swallowed by darkness.

Azula remembered only a few things. That she was the most powerful fire bender on earth and the most miserable living on this planet. And that was the only memories that spirits spared.

Spirits were whispering to her for decades and decades. They were saying they love her, worship her, that she is their goddess. But Azula knew better than that. They just loved her blue flame. She was saying that phrase over and over again and could not understand why she had to be captured only because of that pathetic reason. But she gave up a long time ago. There was no hope and there was no flame in her anymore, but these stupid spirits still hold her captive.

She was being a prisoner of her own memories, they were just repeating themselves until she felt they were burned in the back of her head. She kept hearing spirit's whispers and her father's shouting. The voice that made her the way she is... or maybe was. She no longer remembered.

The only things that were playing in her mind, when she got back control for some time, were numbers. She was using a trick her friend thought her a long time ago. She was just counting. Hundred one way and hundred the other. And so on, so on, until she lost herself. Until the only thing, she could think of was numbers.

The trick worked, but only sometimes. Usually, whispers were stronger than numbers and her mind went away as it usually was when she gave in.

Azula, if asked, would complain only about the thing spirits were doing with her mind. That only was exhausting. Her position though was very comfortable, which in a way was surprising. She was held captive, against her will but her captors still managed to keep her cosy.

Azula probably spent here years but she would not know the exact number. Even though she was good with numbers, daily.

When thinking about her captivity conditions, she started to think that maybe spirits cared about her in some twisted, insane way. Like her father did.

But no. That would be absurd. No one holds someone against their will captive, right? She no longer knew what someone who cared would do. Too many people and creatures in her life cared for her in a weird way so that wouldn't be surprising if she did not know what being taken cared of meant.

And she spend there so many days, so many months and years, and finally a century.

But one day, it took only one day to change this. To finally get free. To unleash herself from comfortable bindings and expose herself to bright world. She will remember that day for rest of her existence. Which will be long but surely filled with events worth remembering. And that she promised herself. That she will remember.


AN: My first fic. I wouldn't mind telling me of my mistakes, even in bad manner, if it is still true. I am here to learn and enjoy English and story writing and I hope you will enjoy as well. ( Maybe not the same things but you get what I am saying. )