Summary: Zuko wasn't the one banished from the fire nation, but Azula. Humiliated, homeless, and scarred, she learns to face her inner demons, and possibly help save the world. AU
a/n: so this idea sprung in my head while I was watching old Avatar reruns and frankly, wouldn't leave my brain. I'm actually not a big fan of Azula, but figured 'eh what the heck?'
let me know what you guys think
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender. If I did, it would be called Sokka. (Seriously, the guy is EPIC lol)
For as long as I could remember, I had always had the entirety of my life planned down to the most intricate details.
I would prove to my father that I was the most suitable heir to the throne, humiliating Zuko at every turn.
After snatching said brother's birthright I would seek out my mother just to rub it in her face that I, the monster child, had prevailed. I would then lock her away so she rotted in the fire nation dungeons. Showing her how it felt to be forgotten and worthless.
I would rule the Fire Nation with an iron fist, conquering the lands and destroying the avatar once and for all.
My legacy would precede me in Fire Nation history as the one who finally did it. The woman who held the entire world in the palm of her hand.
The greatest ruler of all time.
Everything was laid out so perfectly.
I had the talent. The skill.
And most importantly—father's favor.
I never imagined it would all be taken from me. That the life I'd constructed together so seamlessly would erupt in flames.
My prestige.
Gone.
Family name.
Gone
Honor.
Tarnished.
And all because for one measly, foolish second I allowed myself to care. One fruitless, careless moment I acted without thinking.
For Zuko.
a /n: so this as just to see if anyones interested in me continuing this.
review if you want more!
~Hope to dream