DISCLAMIER: I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender

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Azula was upset, which was an understatement. More like, hyperventilating and screaming for no reason. Well, as far as the doctors could come up with. They didn't have the technology or desires to look into the mad princess's mind.

Her family left her in this horrible place, meant only for peasants. Not a princess! She screamed again, and her hand lit up with bright blue fire.

How could you? Azula was a broken girl. Correct that, a broken soul, and she didn't even know that.

Father had left her here, after promising the position of the Fire Lord.

Mother had left her here, telling her that she was a monster and that she loved her.

Zuko had left her here, locking her up to keep the world safe from her.

Uncle Iroh had left he here, calling her crazy.

Lu Ten had left her here, swearing that he would return after the siege.

Azula moaned and ceased her screaming, but it returned as she realized that she would never get out of this place.

Finally, tears dripped down her face. It usually happened when she was finished screaming. But Azula didn't care. She only wanted the throne, and her mother back and her old life back.

As far as everyone could tell, Azula was a girl that was simply insane. Mad. Crazy. Psycho.

But as far as Azula could tell, she was a girl that grew up too fast, thanks to her father. But she still liked the life that her father had given her. Where everyone would respect her out of fear. Where, the prey would tremble when they would see her approaching them. Where she could play her game filled with lies and obeying orders.

Azula was a girl with a broken soul.

The day when Zuko came and requested her audience, Azula become a little more normal. No, not normal. More like, she became more controlled and more like her usual self.

"Princess Azula, your brother wishes to see you." A nurse told her as they chained her up to a wheelchair.

"Hurry up, you pathetic creatures." Azula snapped. The nurses exchanged looks. They haven't heard that phrase in a long, long time. It was more like the old Azula.

They pushed her to the front, where Zuko was sitting on a red and gold throne, between two guards. Azula crackled and smiled. A sight frightening to Zuko. He never saw his sister smile, but only in her game and when she knew she would win.

"Azula." Zuko greeted his sister. Azula grinned madly and Zuko continued.

"I know this is risky, but I'm going to tell you the truth." Zuko sighed. "I feel disconnected from the good in my own family...and in my own nation. For a whole host of reasons, I believe finding my mother would help me reconnect." So, Azula mused, dear Zu-Zu wanted to to find mother dear? How delightful! Another fun game to play! And then she would get her revenge. Perfect. Just like all of her other games.

"I've had conversation after conversation with Ozai and it's gone nowhere. He refuses to to reveal to what happened to her."

Did father ask about her? Did father ask about his perfect daughter? A hopeful voice shouted. No. He left her. He has no need of her. But Ozai was willingly to play the game too. Even more perfect.

"So, I've come to an uncomfortable conclusion. You are the only person in the world who can coax the information I need out of Ozai. Tell me then...what do you want in return for helping me find mother?" Oh, so he did want to look for mother. Azula grinned and leaned forward as far as the straps would let her.

"Don't be silly, Zu-Zu! The satisfaction of serving the Fire Lord in some small way will be compensation enough!" Azula grinned so big that it hurt her cheeks. Zuko looked at her, shocked. He obliviously wasn't expecting this answer. He was too used to the other Azula, the one where she smoothly calculated things and lied so easily that is was scary.

"Besides, not a day has gone by since you put me here that I haven't wondered-" Azula looked at the large, golden framed mirror that was on the wall beside her wheelchair. There, she saw her mother. A woman with long black hair and long red and yellow robes.

I love you, Azula. I always have and I always will. Ursa smiled sadly at her daughter, but Azula knew better. She was lying. She was protecting Zuko from her. She never, ever loved her.

But the burning desire to know was slowly consuming her, until that she couldn't it in anymore.

"-what exactly happened to our mother dear?" Azula wondered. But inside, she did know. She was just playing her old game again.

Azula had a soul of a broken girl.