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So, I do not own any rights to the television serious Avatar: The last airbender...nothing at all, not the characters, places, nothing.
Now down to what this is:
Dance of the Dragon is a story that centres about Prince Zuko as he lives path and identity different from that in the series; in the sense that he is barely recognizable.
And that's all you're getting...ok ill be kind. If you love the Zuko that we end up with in the series..please dont read this, you will hate me. If you are infatuated with a angst, persistently weak, 'submissive' Zuko, do not read this story. If it comes to be that you see Zuko in a somewhat negative shade, do not read this story and last if you are just not satisfied with the multiple variations of Zuko ( and this might be a small number of individuals) than here is the chance of realizing your desire in what you wish to see ( it obviously will not be perfect). This work is inspired by the beautiful fiction called Poison Tree by quote intangible.
The Legend of Kora will be taken into consideration too.
Now, the story begins in the third season and its first episode; the awakening and from then everything just changes...
Warning! Explicit and disturbing content
Chapter 1:
Welcome home, Ursa
The dark chamber of the Dragon Throne: a spacious square-like room, pillars dissecting it and drowned in shadows; the only source of light coming from the fire that surrounded the Throne itself; the flame that was one with the Fire Lord's life. Zuko bowed before the silhouette of his farther, forehead touching the ground. Today was officially the redemption of his status as Crown Prince; the day of which his farther welcomed him home.
Fire Lord Ozai stared at Zuko, a strange sense of love at the base of his soul kindled at what his eyes were showing home. At what his soul remembered. "You have been gone a long time. The burdens of your journey is now lifted", Ozai stood, walking through the flames towards his son. Zuko raised himself, still on his knees, as his farther set his right hand upon the crown of head and two left fingers between his eyes; reminded of the day of his banishment, Zuko closed them, preparing for what his farther was about to do...
Ozai, too, closed his eyes...as he poured his inner fire through his arms: the essence of his element melting into Zuko's soul and spirit. The prince himself opened his mouth in shock, feeling his father's life force shatter the barriers that had been established within his being: memories flood his mind, feeling like a lifetime ago when they had only been made before his banishment. But that was nothing compared to the power that was returning to him, his strength which had been caged so purposely, the tenacity in power the Fire Lord's lineage was so famous for. But what Zuko felt returning to him, Fire Lord Ozai felt leaving him.
The consequences of this kata was not a light hearted matter. The suppression of an individuals being, let alone his own son's, came at the risk of the dissipation of his own; to supress an entity, one's own entity had to become a catalyst to the suppressing factor. The same went for the release of a individual's being. What made matters troublesome was that Ozai had been the one to suppress Zuko's essence and now he was the very same one to release it. Twice now, his inner fire was converted.
Just as the process was completed, Ozai collapsed to the floor. " Ozai!". Zuko shouted from concern, already holstering the Fire Lord unto his arms. Worry etched deeply into his expression, Zuko spoke soft comforts to his farther; something was different about him though. The graceful motion of his movements as he layed Ozai gently upon the marble floor, the delicate concern that came unto his face, his voice a subtle arioso of syllables. The differences revealed themselves more confidently as the seconds passed by, as the Fire Lord's eyes gradually opened.
"Ursa..", he mumbled softly, something soft entering his features. A smile like daffodils graced Zuko's lips as he leaned over his farther. Pale hands cupping Ozai's fatigued face. "Yes, my love", happy: it was what he felt. This reunion of theirs, Zuko thought it was too long over due.
"Welcome home, Ursa".
A/N:
If you have somehow managed to read through all of this and yet retain a desire or interest to read on, regardless of the implications your mind has surely reached; then I tell you: your soul is amazing.
Now, onto what it is you have read.
Yes. This, very short, chapter indeed focuses on Ozai and Zuko engaged in a rather...off or demented relationship. That is to say, a farther who is overwhelmed by a nostalgia and attraction towards his son's identical similarities of his missing wife and a son who has realized the only way to receive his father's sincere love is through his mothers persona...of sorts.
