Epilogue
Her pyre burns. Her twelve-year-old daughter cries. Her wife keeps her face an emotionless mask, but inside shatters over and over again.
Azula had a longer time than she could have hoped. It was difficult and unpleasant but she did not disappear for over a decade. A daughter, a life, a happy ending until the sad finale.
She sits and thinks about the little girl with golden eyes, about the daughter who very well could fall ill at any moment. Azula refuses to lose everything.
When she decides to disappear that night, packing a small bag and kissing her sleeping daughter's forehead, her brother is waiting.
"I figured," he says.
"Shut up. I can leave if I want to," Azula hisses. "You can maybe find me in Republic City." She steps forward and moves to brush him aside before he dodges and repositions himself in her way.
"Why are you going back to Republic City? What are you doing?" he asks, reaching out to grab her arm, but his sister steps back and away from him.
"I am finishing my work," she whispers, images of that ugly bloodstained bar dancing in her confused, broken head. "Take care of Azusami until I return."
And Princess Azula vanishes yet again.
THE END
A/N: This is the end. Thank you for reading! There is technically a sequel to this story. It's called Blank Pages and is Korrasami. I've been posting it for almost two years so it's not new news or anything, but it is the continuation of this fic. I loved writing this, thank you again for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the show.
