(Spoiler warning for the tv series. If you haven't seen it, do so, its great!)
Four months after the defeat of fire lord Ozai
The Crane Isle Rehabilitation Asylum had seen its fair share of dangerous occupants:A Yu Yan archer who hallucinated targets onto unsuspecting citizens' behinds, a fire-bending chef who thought his dishes should be cooked as they were being savored, and even a rather powerfully built woman who believed herself to be a platypus bear.
However, no inmate in the Crane Isle Rehabilitation Asylum was more feared than its newest member. Not once since her arrival was this patient deemed fit for a non-chilled cell environment or a binding removal. The staff of the Asylum waited in vain for the look of madness in the eyes of former Fire Lord Azula to abate to provide such luxuries. Refusing to communicate during talking sessions and attempting a jailbreak during her first week there, Azula and her reputation as extremely potent firebender kept everyone who came into contact with her on edge. Often refusing to eat, the raven-haired conqueror had slowly become almost skeletal, furthering her reputation as a monster with a girl's body.
Today, however, was different. Azula was calm and was quite ready to tell the asylum workers whatever they needed to hear to make them unshackle her. She knew she wouldn't be able to firebend her way out of the asylum, but as of that day, she had another approach.Over the last four months Azula had little to focus on but her own frustration and the sound of her own heart. As days stretched into weeks, Azula became acutely aware that the energy that kept her heart beating and her lungs breathing was nothing more than heat. And where there is heat, there is fire.
"....Guard. I would like to speak to my councilor. I hope I haven't frightened him with my behavior. I've done a lot of thinking, and I believe it is time for me to rethink my motivations in life." As one of her guards hurried away from her padded, chilled cell, Azula's lips bent into her devilish smile. No one would suspect that their own inner workings could be bent to her will.She knew it could be done. Her test had been successful.
In her rage and frustration at being dethroned by her brother and betrayed by her closest friends, Azula had begun to waste away into skin and bones, rarely eating more than a slice of bread or two per day. As of this month, she had grown gaunt-cheeked and skeletal looking.
Azula's councilor couldn't explain how his newest patient had seemingly fattened back up to her starting weight over the last week while her food trays still came out of her cell largely full, but at least now he could attribute it to her improving mental condition. A perfectly shapely, smiling Azula greeted him as he stepped into her cell.
Azula's smile intensified as the councilor entered her cell."Hello again. I'm ready for a nice, long chat."
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