Legends Are Lessons (Her Life, It Is A Burning Sun)

by AzardBrazul

Get to know Princess Azula's story. As she runs, flies, laughs, cries, falls, rises, and touches the sky, even as her walls come crumbling down. Everyone has a story to tell, and this is Azula's. AU Nonlinear drabbles and oneshots. Previously Known as Azulon: Outtakes

6. Of Drowning

DISCLAIMER: All AVATAR/ATLA/LOK references, characters, events and places that you recognize are The property of Nick (Or whoever who owns them). The rest belongs to me. I make no profit of this, So please don't sue me.

I swear I'm still alive, just gong through some family problems. "Illness, does not pause for any man" So the next chapter of Azulon will be up soon. Here, have a double helping of Outtakes for now.

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Take 6 - Of Drowning

The water is rough when she lands.

Her hands splay out as she breaks the surface. It shatters like a thousand mirrors, and their shards twinkle in the sun.

She's sinking and all she can think is that the light sparkling on the surface is so pretty.

She's sinking and all she can feel is the slight throb of her stomach where her uncle had kicked her. it feels hollow. Her hands clutch and open, holding only water which slips out in between her fingers, like a thief in the dark.

She's sinking and here in the embrace of the deep green ocean she wonders if finally, she should stop. Hang up her armor and call it a day. The idea seems very inviting.

She's sinking and all she feels is cold. The warm waters don't seem to help.

She's dying and she can't stop thinking how lucky her brother is.

She's dying and all she can feel is regret.

She stays still for a moment, closes her eyes, and she's home.

Sitting amidst the Fire lilies, stroking their yellow tips as Mai and Ty lee prattle about something or the other. Azula has a small smile on her lips that almost seems whimsical. She turns and looks at her friends framed in the sunlight filtering through dry cherry trees.

Ty Lee is wearing all pink and sitting on the tallest branch while Mai, robed in the deepest red sat on the ground throwing rocks at the trunks

They both wave when they notice her looking.

My Friends.

Her eyes snap open and her arms whip down and she thrusts herself up with all the force she can muster.

She's alive and as she breaks the surface all she can do is laugh.

She's alive and she's got friends that she should be using.

She's alive and for the first time in a long time, she can't stop smiling.

Azula is 15 years old.