After a lot of careful consideration, I've decided to continue with this fic, under it's new name of The Matter of Choice.
While I was on holiday the past few weeks, I did write down a few more chapters, so I thought, "Six reviews...136 hits. a good a reason as any to keep at it,"
So here we go, me continuing with my first Avatar fic.
Keep reviewing please, I appriceate it.
Enjoy.
PHOENIX
She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this much pain.
Actually, she never thought she had.
Her joints flared in anguish as she tried to grasp the slippery rock, her burned black skin screaming in agony as the salty sea lashed against her back. Every movement, however small, caused her to grit her teeth harder and harder, biting back the cries of suffering that echoed through her mind.
The ocean swirled below her, determined to keep her in the depths to which she was thrown.
An anguished cry finally escaped her lips as her hand lost it's grip, plunging her into the turbulent depths once more.
She hated the ocean.
Another wave rose up from the darkened abyss, throwing her against the cliff once more.
She gasped as her broken body hit the face hard, slipping down slightly as she scrabbled to get a better grip on the craggy surface.
Suddenly, her element finally returned to her, the soft rock hissing and spitting angrily as her heated fingers sunk into it's surface, holding her firmly in place.
Despite the pain, she grinned in triumph, pulling herself up by her aching limb and planting her other hand further up the rock.
The sea tried in vain to pull it's prey back into it's confines, but she continued to climb, up and out of reach of it's salty grasp.
Finally, her charred hand felt the moist softness of the dewed grass that dominated the top of the cliff.
With each painful movement, she pulled her broken body over the edge and onto the soft ground, collapsing with a sigh amongst the greenery.
She didn't care about the pain. She had just come from the brink of death, and it only made her stronger.
She rolled on to her back with out a wince, her breathing deep as she gazed up at the white orb of the moon above her.
She could of laughed. She was indestructible. Not even the great Avatar himself could defeat her.
Or the Fire Nation Acrobat she had once called an ally.
Slowly, she pulled herself away from the ledge, rolling onto her knees, and shakily getting to her feet.
It was only then did she laugh. Long and loud.
She threw her hands into the air with sadistic delight, red hot fire arching fourth from her fingertips like deadly fountains.
Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, Azula had risen again, and only one thing was on her mind.
Revenge.
What? Did you honestly think I was going to let Aang kill Azula?
Nah, that's Zuko's job. Lol.
I think she might of been slightly OOC here, but then, If i'd managed to claw my way up a cliff face I'd proabably be OOC too.
Before I forget, this won't be a weekly update of this fic because it's not finished yet. I'll try and update it once a month though at most.
If you've already reviewed, thanks, if you're gonna review. thanks in advance. No flaming though.
Thanks again.
Dearing