Hola, Libra here. This is Number Two of the Contingent Ambience Collection of Drabbles. I'm on an Avatar kick because The Legend of Korra is premiering soon(fangirl squee). I've spent the last week watching the whole series over again, and this is the product of my madness. A young, hateful Azula. Gotta love canon.
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Azula sneered at the scene before her, her tawny eyes narrowing dangerously. Precious little ZuZu with their weakling of a mother, happy and smiling. She hated them. They were weak, not worthy of Fire Nation royalty. They might as well be peasants, groveling at her and Father's feet. She leaned heavily against a column, turning her head away from the pathetic display. Love. She snarled inwardly at the thought of it. That person that you "loved" so dearly would only end up stabbing you in the back, perhaps literally and figuratively.
The princess let a dark smile flit past her face. Fear on the other hand…fear was potent. It overpowered a victim, making them vulnerable and ripe for conquering. That is what true power was. One did not need loyal subjects, they needed fearful ones. As she glanced back at her brother and mother sitting by the pond, however, she could not prevent the twinge of envy that ran through her before shaking her head. No. She did not need love or compassion, nor did she want it. She would instill fear in the people she met, and then bend them to her will. With that thought, she strode back to the palace, her mind already sowed with seeds of hatred.
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