This choice: Azula Against Airbenders • Go Back...Chapter #8Azula Against Airbenders by: Unknown Originally written by akplez
Azula burst out of the ice and looked around. She was in a massive room. A massive, empty room. Was this what that filthy waterbender was playing at? A new cell? But no, it was too nice compared to her previous prison -- maybe her pathetic brother had one of his guilt twinges and was 'merciful'... No matter. She was going to have her revenge and reclaim her throne -- but first, to escape!
It was all too easy to find a way out of her cell. First, she leapt down from her high table, using jets of blue flame to cushion her fall. Her landing was slightly erratic -- it had been some time since she had last been allowed to use her powers, after all -- but she quickly recovered. The door was even easier than she had hoped. There was a gap, small enough to be practically unnoticeable for anyone else, but large enough for her to squeeze through.
On the other side of the door, there was a wide, austere hall. Nothing for Azula to hide behind, but no matter. She just crept close to the wall. There were no guards yet... strange, but maybe little Zu-zu didn't want a repeat of last time. Then, as Azula neared the end of the hall, she heard an all-too familiar sound. The sound of a strong wind being harnessed and contained. The sound of airbending. At last, the Avatar!
Azula kept quiet, back flat against the wall. If she could kill Aang, she would remove the greatest obstacle to her eventual return. Then she could head on a little journey to the Northern Water Tribe -- pretend to be a victim of some unfortunate accident with spirits. She could convince them to regrow her, and then she would be free and ready to rally the disloyal nobles of the Fire Nation to her cause. It would be glorious!
Azula then prepared to strike. She would fry him with lightning, then burn him to finish the job. The sound of air grew closer and closer now...
Azula leapt to the center of the hall and lashed out...
The bolt struck the orange and yellow robes...
"OW!" yelped Ikki, who was entering the room on a ball of air. The sharp sting of a static shock caused her concentration to lapse for a moment, and her air scooter dispersed. The young airbender's backside slammed down hard on the wooden floor. Azula was given no time to react before the enormous giantess's rear dropped on her.
Besides outrage and humiliation, her mind stewed on the fact that here was another airbender who was not the Avatar. How could this be? Even if Sozin's initial purge of the Temples had somehow missed a few airbenders, it was impossible that there could be an enclave so long after the systemic destruction began. How was there another airbender? How?
She was given little time to reflect, however, as Ikki quickly jumped up. Azula started to fall off her behind, but was then caught up in the reformed air scooter. As the Fire princess was trapped in a cataclysmic whirlwind, Ikki sped away, looking for her sister.
Eventually, Ikki found Jinora as she was walking to the meditation room. "What are we doing now?" asked Ikki.
"Dad wants us to go meditate or just not bother him. I'm meditating. Wanna join me?"
Ikki thought for a moment. "Nah." Then she turned to leave, but Jinora called out. "Oh, and Dad wants us to not use air scooters. Says it's noisy enough as is. Be sure to put your boots on."
At that moment, Azula attempted to break free from the spinning orb of howling wind. The airbender girl -- who must be part of some hidden airbender family, judging from the other girl's actions -- was slowly easing the ball of wind, making it safe enough for Azula to use her jets once more. But even the comparatively safe winds were powerful, and Azula was buffeted off course.
Where does she land?
1. In a pair of boots -- a barefoot Ikki is about to put on some shoes, and Azula will be somewhere she's never been before... at someone's feet.
2. On a meditation rug in the next room -- Jinora is going to plop down, pinning Azula, who won't take this insult sitting down.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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