Fractured Fire Princess
Agni Kai ended
Azula laid on her side sobbing, still chained to the grates Katara had secured her to. She had no energy left to fight the chains binding her. Her wrists were bleeding from her struggles against the shackles, and her left shoulder burned with a searing pain; in her rage at being bound, she had jerked it from its socket.
She could hear the footsteps of people approaching her, but she was too exhausted and in too much pain to even lift her head to see who was now standing to either side of her. Two sets of hands grabbed her violently and brought her to her knees. She let out what she felt was a blood curdling shriek of agony as they pulled her dislocated arm. Her voice, however, was gone from her earlier screaming, and that all that came out was a raspy whimper. Her throat burned with the effort.
One of the two men who lifted her to her knees was now holding her elbow, keeping her arms behind her back, while the other man looped chains around her to bind her up. New tears welled up in her eyes as the man tightened the chain around her, and the links digging into her skin shot new pain through her left shoulder. To add to her misery, she could only breathe in short gasps, ribs caught tightly in the chain vice. One of the men grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. The other took a leather mask and placed it over her nose and mouth, cinching it close to her face with leather straps. The mask was tight around her jaw, making it hard for her to open her mouth to get enough air.
"That'll keep her from trying to breath fire," the man putting the mask on her said.
She finally got a look at the two men who had bound her when they hoisted her to her feet. The men were soldiers. One was in an Earth kingdom uniform and the other was from the Water tribe.
All of a sudden, Azula was blinded by a bright flash of white.