The black Phoenix.
Disclaimer :I don't own avatar the last Airbender.
An :hi there, a third story I am writing right now, it won't have a high priority as I still write the other two. Please enjoy.
Chapter 1.
The world is at war for hundred years. The fire nation army is achieving victory after victory on every battlefield, from the air nomads to the citys of the earth nation. Everywhere is a battlefield, slavery poverty, starvation, famine. People were desperate for hope for a ray of light and hope. People were looking up for the avatar, the master of the four elements, the only person who could actually stop the fire lord Ozai.
But there was one place in the world, were all of this wasn't felt, a place were people were smiling, laughing and generally having a good life.
The fire nation.
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The sun was shining apon the buildings of the capital of the fire nation. The rays of light were reflected on the windows, creating a beautiful show of light and sparkles.
The streets were full of people, talking, laughing. The children were currently in school, the fire national policy was of a mandatory education for each and every child of the fire nation, as if to show their supremacy.
The market was full of people, and noise, the merchants were shouting and advertising their merchandise to the passersbys, showing full stolls, with every possible good. The people of the fire nation knew no starvation, or lack of anything, in their eyes this was justified, as their nation was supreme to any other.
On a side street, a very noticeable groop of people were walking, they were around a dozen, all in black cloaks apon their clothing, which was also black. Behind them another person in a black cloak was walking. But unlike the others who were judging by their completion adults, the last person was young boy of maybe nine or ten . On their cloacks a sign of a black curling dragon was emblazoned, on a font of black flames.
The group didn't stop for anything, their destination clear before them.
They walked fast, in silence, the only noise that was created by them, was the sound of their footsteps.
After another twenty minutes of walk, they finally arrived. On a rocky terrain, baren from any plant life, stood a beautiful structure, the royal palace.
The palace was an elaborate tower with triple eaves is at the center, with three distinct wings joining it. The two smaller wings stood on either side of the main entrance to the palace building. There were towers at the ends of these wings as well. Directly opposite of the main entrance is the third, larger wing, which houses the Fire Lord's throne room.
All of the group stopped abruptly, as a patrol of several red clad fire nation soldiers came to check their clearance.
A man, with a red armor and a helmet with a white skeletal like cuff, approached them. Judging by the sign on his armor, the man was a security officer. "your names?" he asked, his voice cold and aluff, his eyes which could be seen through the sleets of his helmet were narrowed.
The man in front, the leader of the black clothed man, took out an ID card out of his pocket, and without a word handed it to the guard.
The guard look into the info on the card just for a moment, before he paled, even though his face was covered it could be seen through his stance.
Without a word and in a hurry, the guard returned the ID card to the leader, and moved out of his way as fast as possible.
From there on they weren't disturbed. Walking towards the third tower, they entered the palace, without sparing a glance to the beauty around them.
The palace was beautiful, with high arches and candelabras, expensive paintings and works of art. But the group once again did not spare a glance, continued walking until they stood before the a large beautiful oak doors.
"his highness is waiting for you" said the guard who was standing near the door, and moved out of their way.
They opened the doors to the throne room. The place was dark without a single torch or candle alight. This was the place were wall the war plans have been made, the seat of power of the most powerful person in the world the fire lord Ozai.
Suddenly, at the far end of the throne room, a wall of flames erupted, bathing the entire room with light, which casted a long black shadows on the walls. The rooms was enormous, with beautiful black pillars supporting the ceiling, with an elaborate gold bazes.
Behind the wall of flames there was an hightend platform, created from gold.
On the platform a man was seating. He had a long black hair and two sharp ember color eyes, on top of his head, was an fabulous golden crown.
The black clad people bowed before him, falling to their knees "your majesty" said the leader in submission "your order has been fulfilled" he finished.
The fire lord looked closely at each black clad person, his eyes lingered for a moment on the young boy, noting his long black hair which were tied in a black ribbon, and his face which had an apathetic look, devoid of any emotions, before he addressed the warriors "you pleased me, black dragons, another perfect mission, and without any casualties, yes you did very good" as he spoke, his voice harsh and cold, and it's echoed in the chamber.
"who is this boy?" he asked suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
"a trainy, your majesty, his name is Shun, he was with us on the last missions" the leader spoke softly.
The fire lords interest sparked " is he good?" he asked with raised brow "that's interesting" he said, his voice curios .
"yes your majesty, he is quite good" the leader said, submissive.
The fire lord nodded, "you are dismissed, except for you Haruto" he said pointing at the leader "and the boy" he finished.
"as your majesty commands" the two of them replied, with a deep bow, meanwhile the fire lord noted that the young face was still devoid of any emotion.
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As the chamber emptied from the others, Ozai approached the leader, know known as Haruto. His eyes were cold, and his gaze was sending chills into anyone who he looked at.
"Haruto, tell me more about the boy, he seems different somehow... His face is devoid of emotions" the fire lord spoke hesitantly. If anyone would hear him now, they won't belive this was the same man. But Haruto was an old friend, and the only one Ozai trusted enough to act normally.
The man chuckled and moved his hand through his hair "Shun is a very interesting boy. We found him when he was four, an orphan without any place to go, with an exceptional fire bending skill, and one another thing, The boy exceptionally good fire bender . I think that's is because he has a total control over his emotions. Fear, love, compassion, anything at all. So we took him in, trained him, and took him with us for the last mission. He killed four men by himself, his face was as hard as a stone . "he finished, his voice had a hint of fondness .
" really? "asked the surprised fire lord," if so, I would wish to see demonstration of his skills ", he paused for a moment " by the way Haruto, you seem to be fond of the boy, from when exactly had you become the fatherly type? "he jabbed him lightly.
The man shook his head" no, not all, but tgethe boy could very well become a powerful asset to the fire nation, I want to have his trust "he said, this time, his voice was hard, his eyes cold, his mouth was twitched in a sneer.
A mad gleem seemd to pass in Ozais eyes, as he smirked" if that so, I want to see his skill Haruto, I'll send for a young soldier for the test hmm? "he asked, his brows arched, although it was more a command, and they both knew that.
The man chuckled" yes, I think you are going to be surprised "he said.
" Shun! "he called. The boy came from the other side of the room,room," yes sir? "he asked, his face lacking any emotions.
" you are going to show to his majesty your skills, am I clear? "he asked, his eyes narrowed.
" yes sir, as his majesty commands "he said, bowing before the fire lord. As the man smiled insanely at him.
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Sergeant Rokuro walked fast, he barely acknowledged even his superior officers. Right now his head was preoccupied with something different entirely. Just five minutes ago, he was called before the fire lord himself. He, a young sergeant was called to meet the fire lord. He didn't understand the reason, but when the fire lord commands, he is obeyed. But what really freaked him out was the request of the fire lord. His majesty commanded him to take his training attire and to head towards the agni Kai chamber. Well obviously he freaked out at first. He did not understand why exactly he would have an agni Kai, but he breathed in relief when it was explained that he just has to test someone, not an actual agni Kai.
Finally, he reached the agni Kai chamber, and opened the door. Walking in, he saw few people standing there. The fire lord himself was standing there, near him, a man clad in black with a sign of a dragon on his cloak. General Iroh was there near him the two royal children, Azula and Zuko.
He looked at the fire lord who nodded, and he walked up to the platform of the agni Kai. Looking around, he tried to guess who will he be testing. He was sure it was not anyone from the royal family, but there was no one else on the room, except the black clad warrior, who by the looks of it was part of the most elite squad of the fire nation, the black dragons.
Another minute passed, and suddenly the doors on the other side opened, revealing a boy of maybe nine years old, the boy had a long black hair, tied back with a black tie. His cheekbones were high, which gave him an aristocratic look. Two glowing ember eyes were looking all around them taking in every detail.
The sergeant thought that maybe this boy was some sort of a messenger, but when the boy got up on the ring, he suddenly understood that this boy was his opponent. He wanted to yell, that this is insane, wanted to protes, but one look in the direction of the fire lord, made him sure he did not want to try this. Before he was able to say a thing the boy turned to him "don't you dare go easy on me" he hissed, his eyes narrowed. Rokuro thought it was adorable.
The two of them took their position, Rokuro in the standart military form, while the boy moved his left leg forward, his right hand was outstretched forward, while his left hand was close to his abodmen.
The fire lord smiled in anticipation, the man near him looked smug. "begin" was the command.
Rokuro moved forward, sending out a fireball forward, then turning around, he sent another wave of flames from his leg. The boy just smirked, a glint in his eyes, he moved his right hand forward, catching the fire ball, and with the same motion banished it towards the fire ball behind it. Simultaneously, his left hand moved forward, creating a fire ball of his own, than he moved his leg up in a circular motion, sending another fire ball. He sinned around his legs and hands working together to make as much fire balls as possible.
But what truly captured the crowds interest, was that all the fire the boy sent was black, completely dark.
The fire lord looked baffled, as he watched the boy's performance, his slick moves, and most importantly the black flames.
The others in the croud, each looked differently, Haruto looked even smugger. Zuko looked in admiration and jealousy. Iroh looked very interested as his eyes suggested... In his cup of fine jasmine tea. But the most interesting reaction was Azulas, she had a mad gleem in her eyes, her face was curled in smile, and her hands were clenched in anticipation, her eyes darted after every move the boy done.
The sergeant on the other hand wasn't so amused, after his first attack, he was taken by complete surprise, and so was not ready for the barrage which moved toward him. The boy was like a whirlwind, sending flames as fast as possible, and the black flames weren't doing any good for his sanity. He tryed to copy the boys move, but when his hand came in contact with the black flames, it took him much longer to take control over the flames, so by the time he was able to throw it back, on the way knocking back another fire ball on the way, he barely had time to put on a wall of flames, to stop the oncoming barrage. When suddenly a holl was made in his wall, and the boy came from outside, attacking him in a face to face combat, his fists covered by flames. It did not take long after that for the boy to smash the sergeant in his face, and slamming his knee into his gut, sending him flying out of the arena.
The croud stood shocked in silence, for a moment, when the fire lord started to clap, the others, came right behind him. Azulas eyes were wide, her face lit up in a strange light, her look was not decipherable.
The fire lord turned to his friend "you knew all along, didn't you?" he asked smiling "you remembered all those years!" he told him, his eyes glinting in excitement, "that's why..." he did not finish, but the man near him smiled "yes, well something like that, is quite hard to forget, you know. So this is basically a souvenir for you" he finished.
The fire lord scold his futures, as he turned back towards the ring, moving forward towards the boy who was standing there looking in no were on particular. "your name is Shun?" he asked rethorically. The boy nodded. "good, listen Shun, from now on you are going to stay in the palace, I have special plans for you" he said flatly, his mind already buzzing with ideas how to make sure the boy will only be loyal to the royal family.
The boyboy bowed "as you command your majesty" he said in submission.
The fire lord smiled, although it was hollow "Azula will show you to your bedroom" he said, his eyes glanced up at Azula, who was eyeing the stranger with interest. The girl nodded, and smiled at him, Shun noticed she had a silky black hair in a ponytail, and her smile was aquard. He bowed before her as well before they walked together towards the exit.
End of chapter 1.
This story is going to have a lot of differences, I hope to stay as close as possible to the characters personality.