The first part of what I'd like to call my very own character study, in which I delve deep into the psychological hysteria and cruel conduct that we know as Azula.
It was all so simple, so easily resolved. Her tie to her biological brother snapped as easily as one of the god-forsaken shells her idiot uncle continued to collect as soon she saw the fool who was meant to be her family.
Everything about him spoke of failure. The Fire Nation colors may have suited him perfectly, but underneath his pale, royal skin, Azula could swear there was a scrawny lizard just waiting to crawl away like the runt he was.
An odd glint in his eyes seemed to deny the loyalty and admiration that his country demanded. 'It was all for his honor,' she said, mockingly repeating his words. What honor? He would never be a true son of the Fire Nation. He would never raise it up to the wondrous heights and glory it deserved (as she intended to).
And the scar that marred his face and destroyed all outward hints of his supposed royalty? 'It is an outside aberration that suits his inward weakness,' she thought as a sneer graced her sharp features.
It is hideous and revolting and the sight of it still disgusts her. Yet, the deformed eye in the midst of the gruesome sight seemed to hold none of the cruelty she'd thought such pain could inspire.
No, Zuzu was soft. And she could do far better.
Yes, I know it's terribly short, but that's why you click the next button. J
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