Authors note: okay, trying to c if I can use some color imagery to express what Azula might have felt during a lonely night at the palace.


Red.

Fire.

Blood.

The tapestries.

Honor.

They're all Red.

Burns.

Hearts.

Roses.

Red.

The Red sky turns to black.

The walls adorned with tapestries, black.

Where's the honor?
Where's the pride?

I'm scared.

The darkness consumes the red.

All of it.

Run faster! Turn here! Lock the door!

Sleep. No.

Red ink dries up. Write with black.

The candle flickers, a Red orange glow persists.

It's out.

The black is here only now.

They're gone.

Honor. Pride. Family.

The black consumes it all.

I huddle here into this corner, waiting to be taken next.

My spirit is still Red!

I can make it.

The wind blows once. Twice. Three times.

Who's there?

My Red spirit lies alone.

Alone...

It is crimson. Now Black.