So this isn't what I am working on at the moment, but I found this, buried Deep in my harddrive, and I thought that you swimmers (The Sweeping Channel of water) would want to check it out!
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Azula

She turned her head away from the window in disgust; the window, her only chance at escaping this horrible place. The monotony was killing her. Then silently, carefully, almost mechanically, her mind began to think about everything that still mattered. Not that it was much, but it was enough to keep her in surreality. She carefully brushed herself off, and, like the princess she was, she strutted to her beloved corner.

Her eyes glazed over as she began to sink into her treasured realm, and, for perhaps the hundredth time, her mind began to repeat the endless monologue. It was her life force, the words that kept her going at night, when mysterious things followed her through her dreams, and during the day, when the monotony drove her crazy. She began.

I am what I am.

Nothing changes.

Nothing.

I am still the child of the fire that gave me heat.

I am still the only one whom it loves the most.

I am never alone.

It loves me.

Nothing can take that away from me. It loves me. It would never leave me to fend for myself. Though I could do it, no doubt. But it follows me. Every where I go, it follows me.

I try to hide. At first, I was afraid of it.

But then I learned that it cared for me.

I never saw it until now, until I failed. It helped me recover.

It loves me. It would never leave me. It accepts me for what I am.

I am what I am.

I am Azula.

It loves Azula. It loves Azula. It loves…

Satisfied that she had gone under and drawn herself out of the eternal pit, she resurfaced in the cavern of her mind. She stepped out of the pool of consciousness, and turned to face her creator. In the world, her body was only a shell. Here, she was free. Here, she was powerful. Here, she was what she was always meant to be. Azula.

The woman assigned to the cell sighed. Azula had gone out again. The Firelord was not going to be happy about this. She entered the cell, not bothering to close the wall behind her. She knew that when Azula was in her corner, staring straight ahead, with her eyes glazed over, she was harmless.

She was a voluptuous woman, and the wrinkles of wisdom and old age creased her forehead. She knew the princess longer than she ever could have imagined. She slowly shook her head, cursing in silence at the aches and pains her display of concern had caused. Ignoring the girl's mumbled protests, she helped her to her feet and led her over to the tray of food on the small table. Azula sat down in the wooden chair. Kai had seen a lot of pain in her years at the mental institute, but this was nothing like pain at all. With Azula, pain was rage and tears. No, this wasn't pain. This was total and complete surrender. But it wouldn't last long. Azula never surrendered for long.

She watched in silence as Azula began to eat. Slow, elegant, practiced, and empty, she began to eat.

The End

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