𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 {𝓐𝓣𝓛𝓐}

Part 7: Role Models and Vices

Princess Azula is a mischievous little girl with great potential. Who seized her father's attention the moment she was born. She was surrounded by wealth anyone could ever dream of. Even at the tender age of 5, she was getting the best education and training in the nation.

All those material things are nice but eventually, anyone could acquire them at some point. All bet not all at the same time.

But not anyone can have.

You.

Her amazing guardian, trainer, mentor, and the person she adores the most. While others had their boring old–one-trick– mothers. She had you.

You, who is strong, beautiful, honored, brave, respected, and even feared.

Mothers tend to be old and boring, but you were anything but. You had the best training imaginable, a master fire bender, all that, and still so young and in your prime.

It's a given, the best for the best. Azula nodded to herself.

Her life was truly great.

But recently, while the norm was having you by her side all day every day, her father and grandfather had been requesting you to be present at the war counseling.

And during your absence, she is left alone in the company of her mother and older brother.

As she's sitting by the pond, lazily swinging her leg, she ponders when you will be picking her up. Her brother and mother feeding the turtle ducks, talking about the most random things.

The day was being wasted.

Groaning, she looks up at the sky. At least tries to, the sun was at its highest point. Trying to keep a staring contest was more eventful than indulging in whatever the topic of their conversation was. The light was blinding, she could see blobs of blue and pink swirling around within the giant ball in the sky. How do such colors appear within the sun?

She made a mental note to ask you about it later.

"Azula, don't stare at the sun, you'll go blind." She heard her mother say.

Hmm, so she cares. She looks away from the sun and at the two that looked at her.

With a smile, Ursa rips the loaf of bread in half and hands one half to her. "Come, join us. Let's feed the turtle ducks together."

Staring at the offered loaf, she nods. As she was about to rip a small piece off, she noticed something. Her mother always has her hand on her brother. Either holding his hand, carrying him, or letting him lay on her lap. Like he was helpless or something, maybe he was.

Maybe he was overly dependent on those around him. She lets out a humm, her eyes dead set on her laughing brother. He doesn't look dependable, maybe that's why mother pays so much attention to him because he can't handle himself. So, between the two of them, since she has more potential it's only natural as to why she's under your care.

Especially since her mother is a non-bender, what benefit would be there if she stayed with her? She might have ended up weak like her brother.

Looking over, she watched as her brother, Zuko, was seated on their mother's lap. Their mother rips the bread into smaller pieces and hands them to him as he throws the pieces in.

Such fools, wasting their time.

During her quick observation, something began to stir inside of her. She's not sure what it is but there's a certain tightness in her chest. The feeling reminded her of whenever you would leave her for meetings. The longer your absence the more her chest hurts, she recalled.