Pain. Excruciating pain. Physically and mentally.
As I lay here flatly with my back against the molten bedrocks, battered and bruised, bleeding from the numerous small holes all over my body, I ponder to myself when was the last time that I had been this injured.
It must have been years. Years since I have tasted such a defeat like this. Years since I have been reborn into this world.
This world of magic called Azula.
Azula is unlike the world that I have originated from. It is not quite as advanced technologically or even socially, but it does have something that my original world does not have.
Magic.
And it is magic that I have excelled greatly in, rapidly climbing the rank to become an Archmage. With just a bit more, I would have reached the fourth circle of magic. Just a bit more.
