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**The dialog in the spirit world is in italics because they are not speaking out loud but in each others minds…please tell me if it is confusing in a constructive (key word. No flames!) review, in the little box at the bottom of the page.
***Oh and kind of excited. This is my first fic where Zutara is not the main focus...hmmm maybe not at all?
Katara was standing above her unconscious enemy feeling completely lost for she could not think of anything else that she could do. Even though Azula is her enemy she wouldn't abandon anyone who needed her.
"I don't know why she won't wake up or why I can't get her fever to come down. I have healed all that I could find that was injured. I…I am so sorry Zuko I know that she is still your sister."
"There is nothing left for you to do Katara. It's up to Azula if she wants to wake up. Her spirit is at war with herself. She has no control of her inner fire so it is consuming her from the inside out."
Both benders sat in silence watching over a fallen enemy and once beloved sister.
Falling.
She was falling into the darkness around her.
She closed her eyes.
To her it felt like a lifetime before the feeling of her stomach floating around her insides finally stopped. She felt her body land on a damp giving surface.
Azula snapped her eyes open and in one fluid movement flipped her body into a fighting stance anticipating an attack. After several moments of nothing, white flames burst through the ground encasing her in its perimeter.
Frantically spinning around Azula was attempting to figure out why she was not being burned. She felt like liquid fire was coursing through her veins while tiny flames danced across her overly sensitive skin.
STOP! It burns…it burns. Why am I not burnt? Why am I not dead? I command you to stop! Scream the voice in her head.
Obeying the white flames gradually faded to silver as it gathered several feet in front of her to form a semi opaque silloete.
Who are you? What do you want? Asked Azula.
The figure did not respond. It wasn't until the figure became a tangible form for Azula to recognize not what it was... but who it was.
Mother?
Yes, my daughter. It is me. Ursa said with a smile and an out reached hand.
Azula's shock turned into horror as she stumbled backwards.
You are dead! Father said you are dead! What are you? Where am I? Wailed the confused Fire Princess.
There is something that I wish to show you. Come with me and I will answer all of your questions. You have nothing to fear from me. Ursa stated to her increasingly agitated daughter.
I am not afraid of anything. Fear is for the weak. I. Am. Not. Weak. Azula declared.
You are right Azula. You are not weak. But you are wrong about fear. Ursa said as she turned and glided away from her lost daughter.
Something inside of Azula compelled her to follow her mothers' request. She stayed a step behind her and two to her side. Ursa looked over her should to see her youngest child examining her with weary eyes.
I am glad you have decided to join me. Her mother smiled down to her little girl. As to where you are my dear, we are in the spirit world. Ursa informed her daughter with a slight nod.
WHAT!
My first shot at writing Azula. And I have come to a new "understanding" of her and I really like the idea of a "reformed" Zula. But I don't really have a clue as to where this is going at the moment, well maybe a little but not sure…any thoughts? I would love to hear them! I know this chapter is short, probably the shortest one I have posted, ever. But I will make it up to those of you who stick this out with me ;p
tootles until next time!
~BD