Player:
banerrySubject: Azula
Table: A
Prompt: 030- Writer's Choice (Fear)
One night, years later, Azula woke up. It was still dark out. The house was silent, but she knew she wasn't alone. In those early hours she realized something, and it made her mouth go dry with fear (and also, possibly, relief).
She didn't want to go back.
By the time morning came, she had already forgotten.