A roar of rage. "EERAAAAAH!"
The pitch-black night sky lit up with an enchanting augmentation of fire.
"Again!" A croaky old voice moaned, coming from a male who talked like there was a frog in their mouth, probably in their mid-80's.
"EEERAAAAAH!" the rage roared louder, and a large wall of fire pierced the air around it and shattered the darkness with blazing light.
"Again!" the voice croaked again, with more roughness. Now was the perfect moment. It all came down to this.
A jump. A full three-sixty degree turn. A landing on two feet in perfect stance. An ear-shattering yell.
"EEEEEEEERAAAAAAAAAH!" the roar flared, and kept flaring, along with the fire's original source yelling with every bit of oxygen in his lungs. And along with the carbon dioxide, came pure fire.
"Don't stop now!" the voice, much deeper now, yelled. "You have almost done it!"
The fire was abruptly cut off and began destructing in on itself. In the twilit night, two eyes closed momentarily and a mouth opened to breathe. The eyes then glared open, a newfound determination in them. And, finally, another ear shattering yell.
The flames had now came back with full force, raging red.
"Yes…"
The flames grew in intensity, sending a heat wave through out the roofless room. The Firebender firmly planted his feet down into the earth; a foolish battle for three of the four benders… but Earth wasn't even on his mind at that moment. All of his concentration was pinpointed on the large column that rose many yards above him.
All of a sudden, the red blaze was swallowed whole by a circular inferno of blue flames, circling the red, spiraling in on itself, and devouring the sky, illuminating a large radius around it.
"Yes!"
The red column and blue whirlpool kept maintaining their peaked power. It was inevitable now. Just a few more seconds… Unfortunately, he was running out of air. He had to stop soon or he would be forced to.
"Yes! Keep going!"
The roar kept going. The sea of flames burst with increased intensity and anger. The column turned almost instantaneously from red to blue to white. Meanwhile, the blue vortex slowly got eaten up by white. Slowly and progressively, the blinding blue lights were replaced with intensified white ultraviolet rays.
A gag. Choking sounds. He collapsed. The flames dispersed, but the searing smoggy evidence of their temporary existence was undeniable.
"No!" the old man came out of the shadows. He wore the now out-of-style Fire Nation robes of the good old days. Those days, only a decade past, which seemed centuries ago.
"Oh my god!" An elderly woman with white hair who was surprisingly fit came in. "What have you done?"
The old man didn't answer. The elderly woman looked at the unconscious body, with a clean-shaven face. She observed a charred mouth with lips that looked like they were roasted.
"You didn't…" she sighed. She checked for a pulse.
There was none.
"I didn't mean to…" the old gentleman said, an tear falling from his cheeks.
"NO!" the woman screamed, turning to his face with rage. "Don't talk to me! He's twelve! He wasn't ready!"
"He wasn't strong enough." The man said with anger.
"Wasn't strong enough?" The woman's voice cracked with despair. "No. You brought this upon him. You and your crazy theory! First you kill his sister… by accident, or so you say… and then, as if that isn't enough, you train him so hard he dies!"
"Neither of those were intentional!" The man roared with such ferocity that the woman backed away.
"I am talking to Fire Lord Zuko. He'll have the common sense to banish you! You're not welcome here anymore! You're… you're inhumane!"
"Oh yeah?" the man said sarcastically, though trembling with anger and sorrow. "He'll banish me? Well, if he didn't banish me when his highness's Fire Lady died, what makes you think he'll banish me when a lowly twelve-year old boy dies!"
The woman closed her eyes and walked past him, shoving him out of the way. "Because that was different. Stay away from me!" Crying, she ran out and away.
She ran away. The old man looked back at boy on the ground.
"It's such a shame. You had so much promise. So much potential. Wasted on my foolish actions. I'm sorry, Tom Tom."