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"I guess you just don't know people as well as you think you do. You miscalculated - I amor Zuko mais than I fear you."
— Mai explaining to Azula why she saved Zuko in The Boiling Rock, Part 2

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Mai is the daughter of the Governor of "New Ozai" and his oldest child. During the course of the series, she becomes one of Princess Azula's main sidekicks (thereby one of Team Avatar's greatest foes), as well as Prince Zuko's amor interest. As one of the most privileged girls in...

The sun is down, the gang is talking about who should go and talk to Azula to find out how she feels about Jet.

"I say Katara" said Sokka

"Why Me" asked Katara

"Because you always putting your nose where it's not wanted, and you'll get an answer out of her" said Toph

"Why don't Zuko, Iroh, Mai, or Ty Lee do it, they've known her all her life" said Katara

"Because we can never get anything out of her, you on the other hand always do" said Zuko

"Give it a try Katara" said Aang

"Fine" said Katara as she walked off.

Katara went to Azula's room which was Yue's room before she turned into the moon spirt,...

It's been a week since, Katara hasn't talked about Azula's mother because she know's it might upset her. They've been traveling until sunset, they found a place to stay with some nice rich people who offered them rooms to sleep in for the night and some dinner. The sun went down and Azula changed back into a monster. They gang was down at jantar and wondered where Azula is.

"Where's Azula" asked Aang

"I think she's still in her room" said Katara

"I wonder why she's not down here for jantar she hasn't ate since this morning" said Ty Lee

"Well she needs to come down for food, she can't exist on air"...

It's now morning the sun is up so Azula is a beautiful princess. She now thinks she'll need to act nice, so she picked some apples.

"Good morning everyone" said Azula

"Azula are you alright" asked Zuko

"Yes I feel fine" said Azula

"Did Sokka give you some cactis juice" asked Katara

"No. Who wants breakfast" asked Azula

"Azula did you put any poison or rub them on some poison mushrooms" asked Toph

"No of course not" said Azula

"These a tasty apples" said Iroh as he ate an apple.

"I even made you some chá uncle, I hope I made it the way you like it" said Azula

"My dear you make good tea, after all this...

That night Azula dreamed.

After a long while of staring at the ceiling, the cold metal shackles biting her hands all the while, and enduring Ling-Ling’s attempts to make conversation, she had found herself in something of a sleep.

Her dream wasn’t unpleasant.

The dream was a bit of a blur; she was a little girl again. Ling-Ling and Heekul were both real people, her mother loving. Zuko had joined them in whatever game they were playing.

Azula, upon waking could most vividly remember the faces and the smells—freshly cut grama and her mother’s floral perfume lingered on the fringes of her...

With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead against the wall.

They couldn’t make her move.
She wouldn’t do it.

They would pass por and whisper of how uncomfortable that looked. And how she’d maintained the position for well over an hour.

What else had she to do.

With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall.

She couldn’t exactly name what bound her to that spot on the wall. But it was something deep. Something complex. And oh so very coaxing.

She stood there and just listened to the voices. They’d actually become rather soothing.

After sometime she’d...

This chapter and probably the seguinte will be all flashback.

It was a stormy night. Each drop colder than the next.

The former princess huddled herself against the mural of her cave…her home. Azula had tried to make herself a fire; she’d lit it up at least thrice only to have the wind smother it once more. So she’d given up and simply sat there listening to the rain thrash against the side of the cave.

Aside from the cold Azula enjoyed the storms. They were noise in the overpowering silence. On some days—if the rain was too chilling—she’d exit her cave and talk to the drops as they...

So I came across a post from a user on tumblr about wanting a fic about Zuko comforting/taking care of Azula after her breakdown. And when asked why he was doing so, he’d say “She is my crazy, beautiful, sister.” I saw that quite a few people wanted to see this as well, based on the amount of notes. So I thought I’d give it a shot.


Her wrists hurt.



Her throat burned.



Her lungs screamed.



Her body tingled with pain.



Her head spun.



Her head…her head.



Azula longed to bury it in her hands. Grip it until the madness faded. But in her state—chained to a grate—she had no means to do...

What is to become of a fallen princess?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Everything Azula had ever stood for seemed to have been taken from her. Her nation lost the war. Her father the crown. Like that mattered to her anymore anyways, the man was quick to leave her behind when he thought he’d get a bigger crown.

He promised they‘d do it together. It was a lie. Now she had no parents…not ones that loved her anyhow. In fact she had no one at all that loved her. Even her uncle, a man that seemed to see the best in everyone, viewed her as a lost cause.

The world seemed to have no room for her anymore....