They've gone. Azula was alone. Finally. No one to surround her in endless worshipping, concealed hatred, and the fake respect. She had, over the past few years, noticed the concealment of thoughts against her.
Quite unlike her father.
He had not noticed. No, not at all. Not from his servants, his people, even his own daughter. The fact that the part of her she wanted to hide for so long, the part that held resentment for all he did. Not resentment of herself. No never herself. The rumors were true. She resented the things her dear father made her do. Not herself alone. Power is best. Her daddy had told her, and now she was, to her surprise having second thoughts.
What about love? That emotion which she did feel every once in a while? That thing that she battled mentally to kill inside her all these years? Had she finished it off completely y? No.
Not quite.
Those long lost feelings for Zhao were still visible under her skin. Ty lee knew it. Azula knew it every time Zhao passed she would start blabbing about auras and pink and other useless junk.
But he was gone now, and now Azula had to let go.
SO now both Mai and Ty Lee would even mention the Z word, they knew by the look on her face that never again should they pronounce that one dreaded syllable, or they would pay.
What about family? Mother was gone. Zuzu was gone, too. As much as she despised him for murdering –well. The Z word, she still secretly missed him, and hated herself for it. It was just the fact that he was "still family." But no. That's just something dear Zuzu would say. And mother. Why did people blame her for this? She asked herself as she rubbed her temples angrily. She was 9, for Agni's sake! How in the WORLD could people think it was her fault?
She had taken Zuzu's knife, yes. But would she REALLY kill her own mother? No. Father maybe-no. She thought. She couldn't say that, even think of it. Father had given her his power, and power was best, wasn't it?
And lastly, what about friendship? Ty Lee and Mai were never her servants, or her sidekicks. No, shenever thought of it this way. That would be wrong, after all those times they shared in the Royal Fire Nation Academy for Girls. They were best friends. The trio.
SO ho in the world would they mean absolutely nothing to her? They were the best and mostly only real friends she ever had. Yet she would never be able to express this attachment.
They stood by her as she stood by them every time. Except they were not wearing masks. She was
That mask that father put on her, and secured it with power. And power is best.
No, she would never take off that mask. That would destroy her power. And herself.
She heard distant footsteps in the chamber door. They were light, scurrying steps. Afraid.
Afraid of her mask.
Breathing deeply, she regained her posture on her throne, and redeemed her usual glower of ferocity.
Power is best, she thought as her soul split into two once again.
Power is best.
to create lightning, you need to split yourself into positive and negative, and basically aim as they come crashing back together