Avatar: The Last Airbender One-shots

Forever Unloved and Unlovable

***Hi, here's another one today. I feel so bad for disappearing for a year, but, you know, life. Anyways, here's an Azula story. I think it's cool, but it's dark with no love at all, so sorry if some of you wanted a story where Azula falls in love. If you have any suggestions for stories, please comment! And, all of this was created by the fanominal Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino!  

Azula never had any one that loved her. 

Her mother feared her. Her father treated her like a dog. Her brother and Uncle never liked her, and whatever she had with a guy had only ever been an infatuation of her power, if only for a short while. 

She was unloved, forever unlovable. 

So she made a name for herself. Lavished herself in power until she was drowning in it, with no hopes of escaping as she sunk deeper and deeper into her dark ocean.  

But she had messed up. 

Somewhere in her intricately carved out plans, she had made a mistake.

A mistake that had rattled her from the inside out, turning her world upside down for only a moment, then shattering her plans right in front of her.

Azula couldn't believe she had missed it. It was laid right out in front of her, smothered with warnings all over. 

But she had been oblivious. Looked right past it, thinking that her own power and fright could prevail it all. 

Oh, how she had been wrong. 

It had come up behind her as silently as a pygmy puma, slinking behind her, its presence making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight. 

She thought she had squashed it long ago. 

Apparently she hadn't. 

And now she was left to pick up all the pieces, rebuild what she had started from scratch. 

Instead, this time it would be harder. 

Because not only did it pierce her armor, it went straight through. 

She thought she was right, but she was oh so wrong. And now she was bleeding on the ground, all alone. 

Her only allies were gone, now thrown in prison with the rest of the traitors, the hands that once helped her defeat her enemies now in shackles. 

Azula marched down the hallway in the Fire Nation palace, her back arched and her chin up, her scowl looking even more menacing than before. 

Her father had left only a few hours earlier in search of the Avatar and with the goal of world domination while she was left by herself in this wretched castle. 

She scowled, smoothing the wrinkles on her rich red sleeves, their color reminding her of the blood she had shed to get to where she was, the place that had almost been taken from her by the newly resurrected Avatar. 

Azula slowly dragged a hand to where her golden crown lay on her head, ridding the memories from her head. 

Looking around the brightly lit red hallways, Azula felt confined in the place that she had spent so many years, new memories flooding her mind as she took a deep breath in, feeling the fire pooling in her stomach. 

Soon, this place would be hers and the Fire Nation would bow down to their rightful queen. Then, she could tear this whole place to the ground if she wanted to, destroy any remnants that were still left of her mother, the women who despised her so deeply and all the others who looked down upon her. 

Azula choked as her throat tightened, hardening her face as she passed a guard, a tear slipping down the shadowed portion of her face. 

Walking towards her chambers, she abruptly stopped as she noticed a painting of her family- if she could even call them that- all delicately sitting around each other, a look of disinterest on each of their faces. 

Azula clenched her fists to her side as she held back the fire that roared to life in her body, threatening to break free and destroy the painting right in front of her, it's edges already fraying and the paint chipping away from the family the painter had tried, but failed, to encapture in this wretched drawing. 

Azula turned away, feeling more broken than she had before and walked toward the elaborate mahogany doors that led into her chambers, the only place where she could relax when she was alone. 

Trailing one of her carefully manicured fingers across the doors, she gazed at the imprinted fire nation symbol, the nation that gave her as much power as it did trouble. 

She suddenly lashed her hand at the door, creating a gash in the door's delicate frame and creating a dent in the golden flame. 

Grimacing at her chipped and splintered nails, she looked past the doors to the servants who would be waiting for her in the room as she maliciously whispered, 

"I will destroy them all, until everything that was taken from me is rightfully mine."

***Hi again.... this is pretty dark.... I'm sorry. I do think that it was fun writing this because Azula is so intriguing because of the mystery surrounding her and her emotions. I tried to turn this into what I feel like she would be thinking and feeling, but if anyone would like to comment what you think she felt, then feel free to in the comments. Once again, thanks for reading!***