I. Am. Not. Dead. Yet.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA I AM MELON LORD.
This is a COMPLETELY original story, that happens to take place in the Avatar world. No characters from the ATLA or LoK storyline will be used.
Takes place YEARS before Avatar Kyoshi/Roku/Aang/Korra... for purposes later explained in the story.
Prologue
"Tsung… The Avatar must be found. It's discovery is the key to my success… or my failure."
Two men stood around a wooden table deep in conversation, maps old an new strewn across its worn surface. A single lamp hung from the ceiling comprised of a simple candle shielded from the night air by dusty glass, doing little to shed light on the tent's interior. Long shadows stood against the dark brown canvas.
"Milord… The Avatar will come soon enough… and Earthbender for certain. Do not worry yourself… we are certain to find him, or her." Nervously he twisted the edge of his moustache, fidgeting with his uniform as he stared down at the papers.
"You do not understand, Tsung!" The younger man roared, pounding his fist onto the table, upsetting an inkwell. "Everything hinges on me capturing the Avatar as soon as possible. The time is ripe, while the Avatar is still young… it will merely be a matter of time until the entire world will bow down to ME."
"Lord Dzungar…," Tsung frowned, glancing across the table to his companion.
"Silence, you old fool," Dzungar growled. "Why my father let a dithering idiot like you advise him, I will never comprehend." The young warlord shot a glare at his counselor, unsheathing a dagger that hung at his waist. "… We begin our march into the Earth Kingdom tomorrow…" With a deft movement, he stabbed the dagger into the map, pinning the heart of the Earth Kingdom to the wood. "… At dawn."
"Kiza..."
YOU DO NOT KNOW WHETHER OR NOT DZUNGAR IS A GOOD GUY OR A BAD GUY.'
and yes. this avatar is an Earthbender.
Why hello again, people.
Goodbye~
