Her feet hit hard on the pavement, kicking up dirt and shredding the gras as she went along.
She had to get away.
Had to make it out of that dreadful place.
She had no clue where she was going, but she had to get there.
She could hear her brother calling to her. He zei he wanted to help her. Unfortunately for dear Zu-Zu, Azula didn’t want him to help her. He’d ‘helped’ enough already.
She could have sworn she heard her mother tell him to stop chasing her. But for all Azula knew, that could be some sort of trap, a trick of some kind. She couldn’t take any chances so she just kept...
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