I actually really like this one. This idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, and even though Koh was a creepy character, I really liked him and felt that he was important. I also thought that the faces he showed in each shot were probably important too. I wish he would come back, he was cool.
Disclaimer: I'll make it short and sweet. I don't own Avatar.
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His Faces
He was supposed to be a god. He had built this world up from nothing. Everything here was of his creation, and yet, the higher beings played a joke on him. He was supposed to be a god. He had been First.
He was old enough to remember when the gods came, capturing talents and sucking them in, enhancing them to other-worldly power, and practicing, learning until they could control them. He had watched with envy, but awe had never consumed him. Only jealousy and rage.
He had watched as they all threw away everything that he had worked for, and replaced them with what they wanted. As he protested, they laughed in his face, and banished him to where he settled now, in the gloom, just watching and waiting, but never moving from his place.
So he got back at them by stealing the faces of their creatures. Whatever came, any emotion that they showed, and their faces would be gone. He relished in the power that he felt, and thought of the reaction that they would have once they found out that he had done it again.
He remembered each and every face that he had stolen, and what the circumstances were. Every situation and detail was etched into his mind, but instead of feeling regret or maybe even thinking of turning around, he felt deliciously fulfilled.
Many times he had hoped for salvation, perhaps to be let out from his damp and gloomy prison, but none helped him, and he added their faces to his collection.
He receded farther into the depths of his mind, and of his housing. Less and less hope registered in his mind, and more malice, anger and thoughts of revenge took up his waking hours. The darkness was consuming him, fueled by the reactions of things to him.
Terror, disgust and anger were what he normally saw. In fact, he saw them so much that he forgot what a happy face looked like. He felt need leave him, and only exist to be, and keep gathering more faces to him.
Then, once, a figure came to him, and he hoped once more. The Avatar, with armies, although what those were for he didn't find out until later.
But he thought that perhaps, perhaps he could be helped. Maybe if he just listened to the man, he would be surprised to hear that he wanted to set him free. And maybe then he could fix the wrong in the world.
But no. All the man did was throw around some idiocy about stealing the face of someone that he loved, and tried to slay him with all of his armies that he had brought with him, through the secret door to the spirit world. The one where you do not have to go into the Avatar State to enter through.
Enraged, he stole all of their faces, and was pushed deeper into himself. His last hope of maybe turning away from the path of darkness that he had set out upon had been a false one, and now he put his whole being into stealing faces. It was why he was here.
He would not listen to reason anymore. For whoever said it, it would be honeyed poison, fake words dripping off their tongue. They would turn on him eventually. If anyone came with a face, it was stolen. No more hesitations.
For he was Koh. He was supposed to be a god. He was First.
And it was too late.
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Author's Notes:
Hmmm, there I hope you like it. I'm not entirely happy with the ending, but it just wouldn't come out right, so I settled for this. It's pretty good, I guess.
Ahhhh, the feeling of writing something that you're not supposed to. It gets rid of my writer's block. XP
Read and reveiw please!
