A/N- I'd be ever so grateful if y'all would consider reviewin' to this here series.
Disclaimer: Maybe if I had oh, I don't know… two hundred million dollars.
This was it. Today was the day that the Avatar was going to attempt to overthrow the Fire Lord. A flying bison was spotted along the eastern coast of the island. It was a ways off; Ozai had plenty of time to assemble a small army guarding the perimeter of the palace and inside the walls. There were at least thirty hidden in the vast shadows of the throne room.
So the ruler of the Fire Nation sat back leisurely. He doubted that the young Avatar would even reach the Fire isle; the giant fluffy monster was ordered shot down. Even if the child did get there, he'd have to work his way through mountains of guards and foot soldiers just to get to his throne room, which was guarded still. Ozai almost laughed. The poor child thought he had a chance!
With all of these things in mind, then, the Fire Lord was mildly surprised when the young boy burst through the door, staff in hand. What surprised him even more was when the airbender suddenly asked,
"Doesn't it get hot up there?"