Azula hadn't slept in what felt like forever to her, even though it wasn't that long.


Her eyes were drooping, and she was extremely tired.


But, if I sleep, I may see my mother. Azula thought, and I can't let that happen.



She went to the mirror.


She went to put her hair up.


But, her hair would not cooperate.


I'm sick of this


"Alright hair, time to meet your doom!"


She states at herself in the mirror for half a second.


I look awful.


Then something echoed her thoughts.


"Such a shame, wewe always had such beautiful hair.."




Azula was scared for a second, and then realized it was her mother's voice.


How did I recognize her voice so quickly? I haven't seen her in years..



Is it love?


Is it a memory in my mind, because I upendo her?


Azula didn't want to seem as if she loved her mother.


"What are wewe doing here?" Azula asked her mother.



"I wouldn't want to miss my own daughter's coronation." Her mother responded back.


Sure, like wewe ever really cared.



"Don't pretend to act proud!" Azula spoke, but then her voice started to fade into a whisper.. "I know what wewe really think of me.."


"I think you're confused." Her mother began to say, "All your life wewe used fear to control people, like your Marafiki Mai and Ty Lee."


Have I really? I thought I was a good friend to them. Is this why they betrayed me, was I really using fear?

"Trust is for fools! Fear is the only reliable way." Azula began.



"Even wewe fear me.."



"No Azula, I upendo you, I do."


This was too much for Azula. She felt her moyo burst with sadness, and anger.

YOU DON'T upendo ME! No one loves me!

Unable to take it anymore, Azula threw her brush into the mirror.


I'm done. I'm broken down.


My mother has won.


It's over.


Azula sat down to cry. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know who to turn to.