I don't own Avatar.
For the next two years, I have been able to learn much about Azula. She is constantly picnicking everything I do. I had to fix my hair, because she didn't like the Water Tribe style. I had to wear it down, and with a top knot. I would try to refuse, and she then she would send many fiery blasts at me. I had a burn on my hand for the longest time without being able to heal it.
The only good time I ever had with Azula, was when she was bored. She'd make me spar her, like their Angi Kai. Even though I got to practice my skills, I was beaten every single time. She'd laugh at me and then tell me to get back to work or something.
I knew that Aang was still alive. He was standing in a room, with one glass wall, and six guards. They even kept him sedated. I don't know how he could stand there, and not collapse.
I never got to see him fully conscience. He was always muttering something that I couldn't understand. When I had the chance, I would bring him real food that wasn't left overs. His small frame lost most of his weight. He seemed to know that I was there, at lease I hope he did. He didn't respond to me talking to him. I would try to spend what free time I had, updating what I had heard about the outside world. It was probably better for me to let all of my built up anger ranting on deaf ears.
The next three years were the worst I have ever lived through. I got in trouble with Azula often. She caught me practicing my bending without her permission, and then had me sold to a fat rich general in the Earth Kingdom. There I learned that the Earth Kingdom was still fighting the same Hundred Year war, and that I could be the only waterbender from the poles left.
In the Northern Tribe, the Fire Lord sent a commander by the name of Hai-daki. For the two years I was with Azula, he was the governor there. I suppose somewhere in those two years, he made camps for put all the tribesmen in, and killed them all. All of them. When I heard of that in Ba Sing Sei, I was upset. All of my fellow tribesmen in the North were killed! I wanted to break out of slavery and join up with someone who was fighting the Fire Nation. It much worth risking my life at this point in time. I was tired of working for fat men.
I did vow to get out of this place. I wasn't completely sure where I would go. I wasn't sure on how the South Pole was, and I certainly wasn't going to the swamp. Where could an escaped slave go, that she doesn't even know if the place is free or not? I supposed that I would be living in some Earth Kingdom town.
The most wonderful thing about the fat commander, is that he never ordered me to do anything. I was just there. I was bored in my room. I didn't do anything, but sleep. I can't sleep anymore, because I've slept too much. It wasn't just the being in the room, it was the size. A closet; a stupid, little, cramped closet with a window over looking nothing. Sometimes I wished that I was dead, and that someone would just burn me to ashes. Then I was angry. I was angry at me, at Aang, even at Momo, (for some reason that I can't figure out) I was angry and depressed. I didn't have someone to talk to about my problems. I just stared at a wall. I tried talking to myself, but even that was a waste of time.
I did this for a year. Then I was sold to a slave market, for the fat man died of too much fried sweets. Lucky bastard.