DISCLAIMER (all characters in this are aged up into being adults)
Every day since she was omitted to the asylum Azula spent every waking hour in a seemingly catatonic state being preoccupied with her feeling of hate, despair and loss. Time was impossible to keep track of in her cell but guessing by her dishevelled state it most have been at least a few months. Overtime her mind cleared up and she spent more time thinking about what happened to her and how she would do anything to get out of here. Even though she only recently got her wits back she felt as if she might lose them again being locked up here. Her hot temperament stopped her from doing so before (she always preferred fighting practice) Azula for the first time in her life tried meditation like her teachers had taught her. Like everything in life, it came incredibly easy to her and soon she had blocked out all of her negative thoughts instead focussing on her breathing.
In. Out.
Over the coming weeks she kept practicing only when there was no one watching her, even acting like was still catatonic when the personnel fed her.
In. Out.
Soon when meditating Azula felt an odd energy surrounding her and without spending a conscious thought she tried to mentally reach out for it. But then she would fail and her anger would cause her to slip out of her trance.
In. Out.
Weeks turned into months and by know she must have been meditating as long as he has been here before that but her progress was stagnating.
In. Out.
She heard the guards celebrating the Reformation day, the first anniversary of the end of the war and her brother becoming the Firelord, this gave her a new drive and determination.
In. Out.
Refusing to sleep she spent all her energy on meditating and the effort worked as she finally managed to hold onto the energy. It was overwhelming at filled her body with she hasn’t felt since she was bending her blue fire. The feeling got more intense and she was engulfed by a blinding light.
In.
When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in her cell she was in a deep forest. The lighting was odd as it appeared to be neither day nor night, there was no source of light to be made out and yet she could see very far, her few was only blocked by a thick ominous fog. While she never paid much attention to any of this nonsense it dawned on Azula where she had ended up.
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