Author Note: Hello! Here is my newest story. Avatar the Last Airbender - The Meetra Chronicles. I really like that title! This series serves as a spinoff to the events that happen after Jedi Outcast Book 4, and a starting point before the beginning of the actual sequel. Legend of Korra - Legacies of The New Jedi Order. I made this series to basically chronicle and detail the life of Meetra Wilum, the inheritor and redeemer of the Meetra name.
Basically, it gives an input of the life Ty Lee and Benjamin have after the end of the century-long war. This story is going to be way smaller than the prior stories I made. While Avatar the Last Airbender - Jedi Outcast is at this point on 9/9/2022 over 60 chapters long. This is probably going to be less than half of those chapters. Basically, this is an appetizer before we start LOK. It is detailing the Wilum family and their quest. (For those that already read sneak peek chapters of LOK, you probably remember Meetra and the dark side cult). New enemies, new characters, still with a focus on the old characters as Meetra learns what it means to be a Jedi.
While Avatar Jedi Outcast focused on Ben as the main character and LOK focused on Isaac, this one is going to focus on Meetra. Again, I hope you guys enjoy it. Please remember to follow, favorite, and review my fics. They greatly help with both my motivation and updating speed in writing. I hope you guys have a good day and I hope you enjoy it!
Reading Order
1 - Avatar The Last Airbender - Jedi Outcast
Book 1 - Prodigal Butcher
Book 2 - Dark Forces
Book 3 - Champions of The Force
Book 4 - Jedi Academy
2 - Avatar The Last Airbender - The Meetra Chronicles
Book 1 - Dark Ages
Book 2 - Heirs to The Force
3 - Legend of Korra - Legacies of The New Jedi Order
Book 1 - Prodigal Son
Book 2 - The Yuuzhan Vong War
Book 3 - Dark Apprentice
Book 4 - New Order
Chapter 1
At the Royal Fire Academy for Girls
The academy was constructed centuries ago. A massive campus in which the daughters of fire nation nobility could go. A place for them to learn, study, and train for there coming duties as heirs to their noble line.
It was a faintly large campus, nothing compared to the massive colleges of Ba Sing Sai, but a nice place to study. It was surrounded by lush forest, rows of grain and crops, and was quite a long way away from the main capitol city. But to the students, it only made them feel more isolated.
Within the campus there were many buildings. Centers for learning rigorous practices and noble traditions, dorms, and places for the faculty to stay and conduct their work in.
Within the Headmasters building. A massive room that was on the top of one of their academic institutions. Filled with rows of plants, statues of prior fire lords, and even a roaring fireplace that filled the room with a natural orange light. Even though buildings now were powered with electricity, rather than the archaic old ways of fire nation tradition.
That only caused the girl sitting across the headmaster to only roll her eyes. The Fire Nation were always a very archaic bunch that held onto outdated traditions.
The headmaster, an older woman with greying hair and cold orange eyes peered at her. Her long reddish suit looked ridicules, and her oversized glasses made her look comical. But she knew better than to instigate a fight with the headmaster. She was already in deep trouble anyway.
"Meetra Wilum," The Headmaster spoke her name. "Do you know why I called you to my office?"
Meetra Wilum, or to some, Meetra the II. Named after the famed Jedi Guardian and her father's master, Meetra Surik. First born and only daughter of Benjamin and Ty Lee Wilum. Heir to a powerful connection to the force and a great name. Now, she was in the headmaster's office for…
The headmaster took the paper in her hands. Her face scrunching up as she read over the lines, hearing the instinctive sigh as Meetra held back laughter. "Toilet papering all the statues of Fire Lords…except Fire Lord Zuko."
Meetra nearly busted out laughing. Being held back as she saw a vein nearly burst along the headmaster's forehead. She slammed her hand on the table, trying to find a vein of control, only for Meetra to burst out laughing.
"Wilum!" She yelled. "Do you find it funny to disgrace our prior leaders!"
Meetra shrugged her shoulders in response. "Welp, the majority were a bunch of close-minded pricks. Except uncle Zuko."
The headmaster stared at her. Silently huffing with pent up rage as Meetra just stared at her. "Just like your mother…" She murmured underneath her breath.
Before Ty Lee had taken the Wilum name before she had walked the path of the Jedi she was within these halls as a student. She stared at Meetra's smiling face and saw that face within her mother. Goofing off, not even answering questions correctly, and those damn pranks with Azula and Mai…Meetra was only fourteen years old, and she has grown to only infuriate her.
She sighed, slowly clicking her lips as she looked upon Meetra's face. She didn't wear the standard uniform, using any chance she could get to leave without it on. She wore a long-sleeved sweater, a pair of jeans and shoes.
She had the beautiful features of her mother. And at first glance could look like the spitting image of her as well. But her skin was a deep olive tone like her father, the Grandmaster. She was already taller than her mother being between 5'11 and 5'12. Likewise inheriting his strength and height.
She had the deep brown of her mother's hair, but cut down to her beck, likewise the grey eyes that had slowly been inherited by the children of Ty Lee. A notable significance of those born from that line of force sensitives.
But, she didn't have her mothers tact, but her father's stubbornness. "You're obviously going to get expelled you know that," The Headmaster spoke as she leaned into her chair. "Your Jedi father has no standing here, and your mother's nobility is…"
"My mother is not a real noble," Meetra interrupted. "She hasn't been here in many years. She just thought it was good for me to know where I came from."
The headmaster sighed. Not caring for the explanation. "Well, you can tell her how even with her being difficult…you truly are something else."
The insult caused Meetra to smile. "Thank you, Headmaster," She spoke with a sly grin. "An old witch like you giving me a compliment like that, I'm flattered."
The headmasters face once again scrunched up. Slamming the table with such intensity that the paintings and tapestries swayed underneath her might. "Out, Wilum!" She yelled.
But Meetra was already out the door. A sly smirk decorating her face as she slowly began to make her way out of the room. Sliding down the railings of the stairs with the smirk still frozen along her face.
"Yes…" She murmured to herself.
Pumping her hands into the air in victory as the students and faculty rewarded her with odd looks. 'Good…' She thought.
Ever since she came here, she was a pariah, an outcast. Someone who wasn't even born within the fire nation and was now forced to attend the academy, for what?
Her mother was a fire nation noble, that only got her noble standing back when Zuko forced it. And even then, she knew that it pissed off a ton of the royal houses. Even though she had fought to bring an era of peace, to bring an end to a century long war…they still regarded her with disgust and dishonor because she did not follow them like the Sith did?
The thoughts only made her blood boil. Causing her smile to slowly start to vanish. She was fourteen now, fourteen!
She wanted to go back home. She wanted to go back to her families log cabin, her childhood home. She wanted to go with her father and mother to learn at the Jedi Academy within Republic City. She was a Wilum with a powerful connection to the force, it was practically her birthright to follow in the ways of the Jedi.
While other initiates within her father's Jedi Order were either taken in at birth, were orphans, or parents wished for them to learn. They had all been young, but Meetra was now getting older, and she knew that wasn't a good thing.
Time was running out for her, and she did not belong here. With people that didn't like her, with a country that disgraced her mother, and even with a strict noble class system. "Fuck that." She whispered to herself.
She pushed open the door to her dorm. Being greeted by the light of flickering lamp as her roommate, Lin was stuck to her book.
The girl's dark hair was out and went along the table. Her orange eyes piercing into the long lines of text as Meetra began to walk over to her side. "Hello, Lin." Meetra spoke.
Only to sigh when the girl didn't even respond back to her. Meetra took out her backpack, she didn't care for the books and the other school supplies. She was done here.
Packing up her clothes, equipment, and her…
She picked up the pocket watch, her mother's watch…or rather her grandfather's watch. The cool bronze of the metal made her wince. She could even see the old fire nation insignia still plastered along it with an inky ingrained black.
Curling it and tossing it into her bag as she began to adjust it along her back. Her eyes going back towards Lin as she watched her. "I'm leaving, Lin." She spoke.
Lin not even speaking to her. Only hearing the sound of her pencil going along her book as almost like a drone or robot, she just kept on working.
"Bye Lin." She waved. Opening the door and leaving.
Meetra shrugged it off, that was usually how Lin was, and usually how everyone else here was. Too consumed by there studies or wishing to impress the teachers or professors. She hated it here. She wanted to be a Jedi, that was all she wanted, but why did her mother send her here?
She smelt it, first. Her eyes widening as she felt it, a strange ping going along the front of her brain as she seized her forehead. Her backpack slipping from her back as she felt the presence.
A fire, a brilliant fire that was careening throughout one of the dorm rooms. The orange flames trickling through the windows as an explosion rocked through the halls.
"What the hell…" Meetra's words spilled from her mouth.
A growing crowd of teachers, students, and faculty members had already grown. Hearing the miniature explosions as glass rained down.
She could hear the headmaster's words. "I told them all, you can't be smoking in these buildings. You'll start a…"
But Meetra knew better, she could feel it, that blessing from her father and mother…the gift of the force telling her how there were two people still in that building.
Her eyes drew towards the sides in which they should be. With the minimal training that her father secretly taught her. She was able to see them. Like faint blips of light but were quickly diminishing as the flames came towards them.
"Wilum!"
Meetra booked it. She crashed through the doors as she whirled around. The building was breaking, coughing as smoke filled her lungs as she threw her elbow up to her mouth. The blistering heat, the harsh warmth made her feel sleepy.
But the adrenaline gave her strength and alertness. Pushing herself up the stairs as she made her way…
Her eyes widening, feeling that precognition of danger before it could come to her. A brilliant fireball, a whirling blast of smoke and fire coming towards her.
She lashed out her right hand. Her father's words echoing within her ears. "A grip, you must know the strength in which to grip an object or person. Too light, they'll slip from your hold on the force. Too strong, you'll shatter or break them in two. Know your limits, and trust within your abilities."
Her eyes narrowed. Seeing the burst of flame rise towards her as she heard the already brittle wooden walls shatter and break under her might. The hallway collapsing right before the fire could reach her as a natural shield of destroyed wood, floor, and ceiling stopped the blaze.
She wiped a bead of sweat over her forehead. Her eyes snapping to her right as she pushed open the door. Kicking it as she saw the two passed out girls. She tried to grab both. But the smoke, the blistering heat, and her use of the force had nearly exhausted her. She was seeing black practically.
She heard the snapping of the wood underneath her. The pillars shattering underneath the fire as the wall in front of them caved in and collapsed to the ground. All three being bathed with rich clean cold air.
Yet, right before Meetra could make a move. The ground shattered underneath her and the other two. Feeling the cool free air underneath her legs as she realized…that she was falling.
Her eyes widening, fear streaming through her motions as she could hear the gasp erupt from the crowd of people.
Her mind drew back to the lessons, thinking that for a second she could create a force barrier for the three of them. But even she felt the hesitation and daze within her movements. Yet, as death grew even closer, as she started to get scared and knew that she may not survive this…it stopped.
She swayed within open air with the other two girls. The debris, the flaming furniture, and even the massive collapsed walls hovered within the air as…
"Dad!"
She screamed with tears going down her face, a smile enlarging along her features as she stared at him.
The crowd looked upon him. The silent mutterings, the fear of him…of the man that had ended a singular dynasty and put a new Fire Lord on the throne.
He bore raven colored heavy Jedi Robes. His lightsaber caught along the flames as The Heart of The Guardian stirred with powerful force power. Yet, it was his golden eyes, those powerful eyes of strength, force power, and of love.
For he was Benjamin Wilum, The Grandmaster of The New Jedi Order.
"Don't worry, Meetra," He spoke. His old eyes filling with relief and love, emptying a sigh from his chest as he stared at her. "I'm here now."
