The earth quaked beneath his feet as he laughed, in success only for his feet to give out as they turned to jelly.
It had been almost four years since he had been left on this Island, and almost two since he had seemingly lost the ability say his own name. Of course he'd also learned that it was Azulon's doing from the idle chatter of the soldiers who brought him supplies. Or at least used to bring him supplies.
He was only six upon Exile to the Magma Isle's and he could honestly say they were some of the best he'd ever had. Of course he was distraught at first, having left the only home he'd ever known so of course he was quite distressed... at first.
So he threw himself (Quite literally) into training, only to discover his once entrancing purple flames to have diminished. Disheartened he had luckily convinced himself into his duties on the Island, which predominantly dealt with taking care of the Library in the center.
It was an old Library believed to have been Wan Shi Tong's original attempt at making a haven for knowledge, and the place he found his answer through shear luck.
There were approximately 100 different colors a fire-benders flames could take, each with the own strengths and weaknesses.
His were dubbed the flames of the Fire-nation, as they wouldn't work outside the fire nation with no documented cases of anyone ever being able to draw them out when outside the borders.
Considering he was outside the borders, and still able to fire-bend at all caused to him to sigh in relief. Despite the fact when he did fire-bend it was only a small violet flame that Couldn't be used to to set a leaf on fire,-let alone anything that wanted to harm him-did nothing to curb his relief.
So he went threw the movements of all he had learned, each failure doing very little damage to his new found determination, each day he would practice, and each day he would notice as his flames grew hotter, and larger, as he felt something deep inside of him grow stronger.
Growing… more unstable.
And one day as he he pushed himself harder than ever before, as he pushed himself to let off one more fireball, and destroy one more training dummy, as he wiped the sweat from his brow only then it was released.
Electricity clung to his skin as storm cloud gathered above, pain encompassing his every thought, as the lighting tore it's way from his body scorching the ground as the earth around him began to rise, The darkness clinging to his mind as he descended into unconsciousness.
His first thought was that everything hurt. "Arg" he groaned forcing himself to stay within the waking world. His eyes stung as he caught the sun rise over the mountain, meaning he had been out at least one day.
He sat up ignoring his body's protests as he swept the dirt from his golden blond hair, Sapphire blue eyes examining his clothes. The once well kept black robe was now little more than a rag, his trousers were in a similar state-burned beyond repair.
He sighed in relief.
It was a good idea to only use three robes out of the several hundred or so he had been delivered as supplies. He was suppose to, like other nobles dispose of each common robe after three uses, he had forgone this custom like most soldiers did while deployed.
It had proven to be a wise choice.
Sighing he looked up from his robes only to find the earth beneath his feet black and burned. The trees were empty husks of what had once been lush trees filled with ripe fruit. He couldn't help but feel disheartened at the fact he had done this. So he marched away determined to force himself from his depression with a warm bath and nice clean clothes.
It worked, he thought wringing the water, from his hair as he looked himself over in the mirror. His face was sharp and aristocratic like his father, while he had his mother's sunny blond hair, that had taken to be rather spiky along with her sun tanned skin, and her blue eyes that had become much more intense, since he left his homeland.
He had often wondered why Azulon had him exiled here.
It was a punishment, he didn't argue that. After all never seeing his family was quite depressing, leading to wondering if his youngest sister even remembered him. She had been only four upon leaving after all, it wouldn't be surprising if she didn't remember him. But in the end he still had access to luxuries he honestly shouldn't have during exile.
If he ever needed anything he could request the captain acquire it from the quartermaster, upon returning to the fire nation. Even things he didn't need could be acquired through the quartermaster, even fire-nation delicacies would be delivered with haste.
As long as he maintained the Island he was essentially allowed access to the entirety of the fire-nation's stocks.
He decided not to abuse the privilege, only going for foods that could be stored for a great while, and requesting it in bulk. His clothes were made to be practical with little to no decorations, and made from an easily repaired material.
He had also gone ahead and ordered several bigger sets for when he grew older. Several identical swords, of the same make-also ordered in bulk. The swords were a simple long swords with a standard guard, along with a very thin tube going from the very tip to the handle, to help with fire-bending, along with being made in such a fashion that the hole was not obvious.
And a Jian styled sword, with a circle attached to the hilt of the sword and winged sword guard, lacking any other modifications. Both made of high grade steels, and various alloys.
But he was going off topic, he thought as he put his black coat with silver accents, over his black and silver shirt covering it entirely and black trousers that ended just above his shoes which were also black with silver accents.
Why had Azulon sentenced him here? At first he thought it was do to his disobedience, but thinking back towards the day he had been sent away… he could only think it was actually His father Azulon meant to punish.
He remembered them waving after him as the ship drifted away, and he could of sworn that as he gazed upon his father and mouthed a goodbye… he could of sworn he heard something shatter… shaking his head he gave one last glance towards the mirror before marching his way down to the beach to watch the ocean.
Lost in thought as he walked, he couldn't help but think about how he had heard several conversations, from the soldiers… they were all about his father…
Sightlessly he walked down the docks, sitting down he put his feet over the edge as to soak them while he thought… only they didn't touch the water. Damn! He cursed mentally, he knew he was slightly short for his age but he could of sworn he wasn't that short… so he extended his feet without looking down, hoping to at least touch the water for a time.
Only for the hairs on his feet to stand up straight as he jumped back electricity dancing over his body and into his hand. He stared astonished as it flowed, bouncing between his hands like a dog-beaver begging to play, fetch.
So he did, he moved his hand willing the electricity to bounce between his palms, before absorbing it and directing out of his finger-a common Fire-bending exercise- and the electricity flew from his finger scorching the the wooden planks the made up the docks.
Shaking out his amazement he let, his curiosity take hold, as crawled over to the edge, looking over it he found himself laughing in amazement, as he looked down and saw the ocean… and the clouds beneath his feet.
He stared out from the docks, still finding the few amazing as stared out over the ocean, that layed miles beneath his feet. The ocean passed by, land only a few miles away as the Magma Isle's drifted through the sky, a layer of clouds clinging to it as it floated towards land.
He swished his hands in a circular motion as the earth seemed to respond, shifting ever so slightly as he giggled happy with his achievement. It had started with metals, using his superior control of electricity to influence the ferrous material, and had grown into the ability to effect most materials.
Today was the day he had been able to bend the Island to move in specific direction, today was the day he would see land for the first time since he had been exiled.
He wasn't going home… no he was heading toward tomorrow… no matter what it held.
