Hello everybody. Until now, this is only a One-Shot, but maybe I find some day the time to make some more chapters for it, so I will leave this one open. Until now, real life is really busy for me and I'm also working on another story, so I don't know, when I will find some time to work on with it. It will also depend on, how much interest I draw with this little one here. I have some ideas how I might work on with it, in case I find the time for it.

Nevertheless, I wish everyone fun with this little one here. (Chapter name edited)

Blown Away

Azula was fighting against the straitjacket. She twisted and ripped at the dreadful thing with all her might. She screamed in rage and fury. It was a soul-splitting scream. A scream, which could make the spirits cry. And so it did. In the Spirit World two souls observed her tortured struggle with sadness. Two lights in a world foreign to human, ready to take a shape. A new one or a shape, they had former known. It didn't matter for them.

"She don't deserve this."

The idea of a female voice was full of sadness and compassion.

"Maybe, but something inside her thinks she does."

It was a male voice. More clear of his presence.

"I can help her to find a way out. To find another point of view."

The female voice seemed to be teary. Azulas feelings seemed to torture the spirit.

"Are you sure, you want to do this?"

The question of the male voice was filled with curiosity.

"Yes. He had opened a path to her soul. And don't forget, I have already done this."

The female voice showed determination. The shapeless light got brighter and started to form the shape of a young woman, glowing in the brightest white. And then it disappeared, leaving the other light behind.

Azula stopped screaming. Her breath was hard and fast. Her eyes were burning in mad fury. But suddenly a soft breeze touched her cheek. Her look returned to the room. No one was there, but she could feel it again. A hushing blow, cool and soothing on her face. A soft wind started to whisper in her ear, from a time long ago. It told her stories of high mountains and amazing temples, of spectacular clouds and flying leafs, of traveling birds, lemurs and dragons. And monks. The wind grew stronger in her face. She heard of bowing grass and blown sails, of turning windmills and moving clouds. Azula's worries started to grow as well. The wind became a storm. The force of the air howled in her ears. It tangled her hair and brought her tears in her eyes. It screamed of stormy seas and of breaking trees, of twisting tornado's and punching rain. And of war. She wanted to scream, but the storm pushed the air back into her lungs with every sort of sound she wanted to create. She couldn't breathe, because her lungs were simply filled with air, but she wasn't able to breathe out against the brutal force of the storm. Her panic was beyond limits. How was this possible. She started to jerk, she tried desperately to move, to turn away, to breathe, but her strength faded. She was running out of breath. Blown away by a magical storm within her cell. And then her sight went black.

She jumped up in the bed with a scream. She held her hands with her arms stretched out before her face, the eyelids pinched together in order to protect her from the storm, but no storm was there. She felt the warm sun falling on her through a window.

"Arashi, you're alright."

Azula felt a strange knot building up in her stomach. She opened her eyes and stared at her hands in disbelieve. They were taller, than they should be. The nails weren't painted anymore and looked different as well. And there were arrow tattoos on them, which went up to her arm under her orange robe. The robe was wrong, too. Panic rose up in her. She felt the wind touching her bald head. She touched her skull with panic widened eyes searching for her beautiful thick hair, but it was gone, no matter how frantic she tried to find it.

"It's okay, Arashi. Gyatso has brought us back. It seems, it was a bad idea to ride the storm clouds."

Azula suddenly recognized the voice. She knew this voice. She turned her head to the source of it, still with her hands on her head. She watched in the warm eyes of a twelve year old airbender. Aang beamed at her with a wide grin.

"You...!"

She punched forward to throw a fireball at him, but no fire lighted up before her fist. Instead a strong blow of air nearly ripped the Avatar of his feet. He barely managed to jump aside with the help of his own airbending. Azulas powerful blow ripped up the other bed in the room and crushed it into the wall, breaking it into pieces. Azula's eyes widened again in shock and surprise. She stared at her hands in disbelieve.

"Yeah I know, you had warned me. And it was my fault, that you got hurt too. The lightning has hit us both, while you tried to bring me back. I have already talked with Gyatso about that. I got grounded until you're fine again."

He looked sorry and embarrassed. Azula was sure, that he was worried about her well being. But the joyful smile returned to his lips.

"But to my luck you're alright, Arashi, so we can have a little race together with our new gliders. The old ones haven't survived the crash."

Azulas face went pale. She pinched herself, but beside the pain on her shoulder nothing happened. It seemed, that she wasn't dreaming. This all was far to real for her. Aang seemed to know her, but why did he called her Arashi. This wrong feeling, the wrong robes, the wrong hands, the wrong bending. A horrible idea crawled up her mind. She started to run.

"Arashi, hey where do you go?"

She left the room with panic and haste. She ran through a corridor and collided with a group of older monks, who shared surprised and worried looks with her. This was a nightmare. It had to be. She continued her flight out on a yard. She halted, watching the surrounding with shock. All around in the temple were air nomads training, talking, walking, flying, meditating. She saw young acolytes playing airball. She saw sky bison's flying in herds around the temple.

"Hey Arashi, wait. Gyatso want to check you first, before you were allowed to leave the hospital."

Aang was catching up with her, but she started to run again to a little pond in a Zen-garden, she had spotted. As soon as she had reached it, she got down on her knees and check her reflection. Her mind stopped working and her heart skipped a beat. The reflection, which stared back at her in shock and fear was a fourteen year old girl with a shaved head and arrow tattoos on her forehead. Her face was softer than Azula's but something in the gray eyes reminded her of her expected golden eyes, she would normally have. She was shaking and tears came to her eyes. She splashed some water in her face to wake up, but nothing happened.

"Arashi, what's wrong?"

Aang was at her side and placed a hand on her back to sooth her. She kept focused on the wobbling reflection in the pond.

"Everything."

The voice was foreign too. She hadn't recognized this fact before, but her voice was higher and warmer. She turned to Aang with a shocked face.

"I'm not myself. I'm Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation."

Aang started to laugh nervous.

"Good joke, Arashi. But there is no Princess in the Fire Nation. Sozin is the Fire Lord and Azulon is his heir and only son."

She sook her head in shock with an open mouth.

"This couldn't be! I shouldn't be here! I'm a firebender! A natural! I'm not an air nomad!"

Aang's words had hit her like a lightning. She had no clue, how this was possible. And she had no idea how to get all these informations in line. So she broke down and started to cry. She didn't care, that it was the Avatar, her big enemy, who took her in the arms to sooth her. She was stuck. Stuck in another body and in another time. And she was afraid and alone.