It was a voice in the wind, soft and sweet—akin to the gentle rustle of leaves. It had been calling to her for months now, coaxing her into the woods.

Deeper and deeper each day.

The voice was soothing. The voice was company.

It helped her find her spirit pool.

Her spirit pool.

She just had to get rid of its protector. The voice seemed to think it was a good idea. The voice, refused to lead her to anywhere but that little pool of water. The crystalline, undisturbed disk of water. It was practically lulling her to sleep as she stared.

But she hadn't the time to sleep, she was jumping into that pool today.

The spirit guarding the pool—a wolf-like thing with branchy limbs—positioned itself so that it was lying on the ground, front paw tucked under its head. It lazily licked its snout. It wouldn't be hard to sneak around him…or her at this point.

Azula lowered herself from the branches of the bush she was perched in. She cringed at the small thud risen by her feet contacting the grassy ground. She glanced up at the wolf-spirit. It seemed undisturbed. The voice was silent now. Either it didn't want to help her any further or it didn't want to distract her.

She slowly crept towards the spirit pool scanning the ground for any branches or twigs to avoid. Her path seemed void of them so she moved forward with no speed. It was all too easy.

Azula wondered where she'd end up if she jumped into that pool—or if it'd take her anywhere at all. The last thing she needed was to resurface near an angered spirit. She pushed the thoughts down, there was no room for hesitation. Such thoughts only lead to fear. Fear spurned hesitation. She wouldn't have it, she was above fear.

She came to the edge of the pool where the water met land.

Without a second thought she dove in head first. It was in midair that all the what if's flooded back in. Her body slipped under the surface before she could take any action to stop it.

The water was dark and cold. Nothing like it was on the surface. Azula let herself sink deeper, there didn't seem to be a bottom nor any sort of passage into another world. She couldn't go without air for much longer, she knew it. But she'd distanced herself too far from the surface to make it. She was stuck, she was going to die. What chance did a firebender stand to the water really?

She felt a stab of betrayal, the voice lead her to this fate. It wanted her to die. The voice had to be of her mother's making.

What had she gotten herself into?

Her lungs burned…but not that pleasant kind of firey burn she'd come to appreciate. It was more of a desperate aching burn. One she couldn't get rid of. Not unless she just ended it all right there.

She opened her mouth and let the water in.

It was too much. The pressure. The water seemed to be stuck. Her body contracted, trying to take in air that simply didn't exist in this world. It was a messy involuntary effort, her body's last effort to keep itself alive.

Azula shut her eyes. Her body going limp.

Bella moved quickly from shelf to shelf.

Scowling to herself she carelessly tossed the 'useless' prophecies to the floor, sending glittery shards in every direction. With each the room grew more and more smokey—thick and dense with entities trying desperately to whisper what information they had. Each trying just as hard as the next to pull Bellatrix's attention in their way.

But she would not have it. She had to find the prophecy.

The one the dark lord had sent her for…

Sent them for.

She would get it first and she would get the glory.

She hadn't time to waste on those chattering mist figures.

She scampered by another shelf. Why were there so many of them? Who the hell even had time to make all of these things? Moreover who had time to keep track of them all?

Her frantic buzz of agitated inner musings came to a dead halt at an odd whirring sound—like the vacuum sound of a wind tunnel—followed by a loud thud. The contact of flesh and bone on a hard floor. The sound of pain. What an exciting sound.

Bella let the prophecy she was holding slide out of her hand—she would have done it anyways.

With a newfound childish delight she hustled in the direction of the sound.

She found herself standing before a stony archway. One that shimmered with a ghostly fog of its own. How ominous. The girl must have come from the veil.

The girl's body lie horrendously still. Dead still.

Well that was no fun…no fun at all. The silly girl hadn't even give Bella the pleasure of seeing the light leave her eyes.

She wandered closer to the body.

She was a pretty girl this one; thick and shiny dark hair fanning out around her—one strand clinging to her wet forehead, flawless and delicate pale skin (a little blue from being so deprived of air—she had just died), a nice slim figure she had to say, and…Bella opened one of the girl's eyes…a beautiful golden eye.

Striking, mesmerizing eye.

An eye that still had a sparkle of life.

Well, well, what a wonderful surprise…this girl was a tricky one, clearly.

Bellatrix would have much fun with her.

She probed the girl's body with the tip of her wand—trailing it from her stomach up to her neck and over her mouth.

The water followed.

Bellatrix waited for the girl to wake.

And wake she did, with a violent series of body shaking coughs. After sometime Bella's pretty little toy seemed to relax, her body losing tension. She sat there just focusing on taking in the air with a sort of unique application for the stuff. Suddenly the breathing everyone was granted with was something of a blessing to her. Her facial features seemed to soften…also losing that tenseness. Some color seemed to flood back into her skin.

Bella put on an upmost wicked grin.

Just as the girl started taking in another breath, Bella pushed the water back in.

The girl doubled over choking and coughing painfully once more.

Bella moved some of the water to the girl's nose. All air-intake cut off to her again.

Those golden eyes grew wide, Bella watched her clutch at her neck—watched her try to spit the water out. But Bellatrix kept it wedged there. Just as the girl started to fall limp she drew the water out.

The girl now lie on the ground, a tear—just one—in the corner of her eye, once again savoring every breath she could.

And Bellatrix repeated her course of action. Her smile ever growing. The dark-haired girl was beautiful and fun…a delight really.

The struggling girl seemed to look her way. And those golden eyes flashed with a new emotion. Replacing that fearful gleam was one of loathing and malice. She had found the source of her agony. Bellatrix's cruel gleeful grin widened.

Her new pet was going to be heaps of fun.