Book 1: Mistaken

Chapter 3: Dark Age Begins

Inside of Leng Weing's castle, Gura walked around in circles, waiting for his beast, Zeala, to return, and hoping with a piece of his brother in the mouth. Every minute he would stop, and stare at the huge entrance doors that lead outside, waiting for Zeala, but every minute he wouldn't smile.

The room was dark, and could barely see anything that was in a far distance. The only light that lit the room, were torches that aligned the walls. The room was dim, and moist.

Bored, Voridor snapped his fingers continuously, flaring up fire like a match and making it disappear. He stared back at the door, and still nothing exciting.

Finally, he heard a thump outside of the entrance doors, and smiled. When the door opened, a terrified Zeala slowly walked in. As the doors magically shut behind the creature, Gura's face turned evil as ever.

"Zeala!" He spat. "Come here you piece of mud!" His anger grew as he saw no body part of Voridor what so ever.

Zeala slowly walked over, but stepped back after every two steps forward. It coward back from Gura, though it was a fierce against Voridor, it was a baby to Gura.

Irritated at the paste of coming to him, Gura stomped over to Zeala.

"You piece of unforgivable mud!" Gura yelled. "I gave you one simple task, to bring me the dead body parts of my brother and what do you have for me?"

Zeala stepped back a few more giant steps. It mouth closed, and un-wanting to open for a roaring reply.

"That's right, nothing! You worthless mud!" Gura swung his arms counterclockwise with blue electricity trailing after his fingertips. He then punched out both arms, sending an uncontrolled lightning flying through the air towards Zeala. "I don't accept weaklings."

Zeala roared, awaiting the hit. It closed its eyes and waited. But after a long wait, it wasn't hurt. It reopened his eyes to see a wall right in front of it, shielding him from the blast.

"I don't think you want to do that." The wall soon shoved back down to the ground as if it had never came out before.

"What do you want Sungsung?" Gura spat.

Sungsung came out from the shadows where the torched fires didn't lit. He was still young and stood muscular like always. He still wore his Gyron robe, and still seemed nice as always.

"You shouldn't be trying to hurt… or in your case, kill something that's very loyal to you."

"Why shouldn't I? Like I always say… I don't accept weaklings." Voridor walked over to Sungsung and stared evil anger into his eyes.

"Weaklings? So you're considering yourself strong?" Sungsung argued.

"Don't push-"

"Your lighting couldn't even penetrate my wall of earth, and your calling yourself strong?" Sungsung teased, and teased until Gura's face got red.

Gura curled a fist, and again, gazed into Sungsung's eyes. Without another word, he turned to his frightened beast.

"You're the luckiest piece of mud, ever." He pointed to a door in the distance. "Go to your cage, and stay there."

Slowly, Zeala took baby steps towards the door.

"Now!" Gura stomped on the floor and a boulder shot out infront of him. He then punched the boulder at Zeala's head, leaving gravels after the hit. Zeala quickly stomped towards the door and disappeared into the darkness of the room.

Innocent giggles soared throughout the room. Alertly, Sugnsung and Gura looked around.

"Wow, you're actually being nice… for once."

A smirk crossed Gura's face.

"What do you want Azyma?" He said, staring down the shadows.

A beautiful girl walked out from the shadows, and leaned against a statue of a dragon.

"Ahh, princess Azyma." Sungsung surprisingly said, and bowed. "Nice to see you for the first time today."

Azyma walked over to the two, and smiled.

"Oh Sungsung, your know ever since I've been…" She scratched her chin searching for a word. "Captive… by Gura, I've been nothing but a slave… a dirty little slave. I wouldn't be calling myself a princess."

Gura held out a hand in front of Azyma, and lit a fire from his fire bending skills, lighting up and revealing her beautiful face.

"You're the most un-captive person in Gyron, what are you talking about slave?"

Azyma was still as pretty as ever. She had grown a lot ever since the fall of Gyron as a princess throughout the years.

She took a deep breath and blew the fire out. "Oh Gura, your so neutral at times."

Gura laughed, and took Azyma by the hair and dragged her towards him into a kiss, though it wasn't a short second kiss, it was long, and R-ish.

Sungsung turned away and sighed.

"You two have got to stop doing that in front of me." He complained.

When the kiss was finally over, Azyma licked her lips, feeling the taste.

"You know…" She started. "Voridor's lips seemed a lot softer than-"

"Voridor… is a name that shall not be mentioned in his city."

Azyma walked pass him, and away near the shadows.

"As you wish, my Lord… my King… my Avatar… my Love." Azyma walked away and into the shadows until you couldn't see her again. She then reappeared with her hands behind her back, and bent over.

"Oh, and Dy-Tone wants to see you Gura." She said.

"Tell him im busy at the moment." Gura said.

"Tell him that yourself… he says he has a surprise for you." Azyma walked back into the shadows.

"What kind of surprise?" He asked.

He waited for a reply, but there was no response. The only thing he got was a gust of wind that blew him back several meters into the ground past Sungsung.

"That kind!" Azyma yelled, still not seen in the shadows.

Gura got up and walked beside Sungsung.

"Young love, I just can't figure it out." Sungsung joked. He laughed and slapped Gura on the back.

"Talk about neutral." Gura said, assuming that Azyma was gone. "I can't even tell if she's on my side or not."

After a long silence that seemed to last forever, Sungsung walked over in the direction in which Azyma exited.

"I guess I have to go give dinner, to your parents, and the King."

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Speaking of neutral, Sungsung seemed to be one himself. Though he was still loyal to Gura, he always seemed to be playful like nothing bad has every happened or is going to ever happen. He treated the King, and Gura's parents like loyal guests. Though they stood, slept, and lived in one room every day for five years, he helped them get wealth and throughout sickness.

Sungsung entered turned a corner through a long hallway and entered the castle kitchen to only see Azyma digging inside a frozen storage department in search for food.

"Well, look who we have here." Sungsugn said suspiciously. Alertly, Azyma turned and stood up straight, with a sweat drop down her face.

"Sungsung!" Azyma hesitated as Sungsung walked closer.

"No worries, I won't tell Gura anything." Sungsung held a finger to his lips.

"… Thank you."

Sungsung took a seat on the chair, and watched Azyma as she hurtled food into a bag.

"Gura was right." Sungsung said.

"About what?" Azyma still packed food into the bad she held.

"You really are neutral. First you kiss him, then you steal from him." Sungsung sighed.

Azyma froze, and stood back up to face Sungsung.

"Sungsung." She walked over to him. "I love Gura, with all my heart, I really do." She admitted. "But that doesn't take away the love I have for my parents as well."

Sungsung nodded his head.

"It also doesn't change the fact the your family isn't royal to this city. You still are a Princess, and your parents are still King, and Queen."

Azyma laughed, and smiled.

"Sungsung, talk about being neutral." She yawned, and leaned tiredly against a wall.

"Well that should be enough food. You must get going now, you parents are in Gura's castle."

"Yes I know." Azyma said grabbing a hold of the bag and throwing it over her shoulder. She started running out the kitchen door but then stopped. "Thank you Sungsung… for not telling."

Sungsung stood up form his chair and bowed.

"This explains why were losing food… but next time, let me get the food for you… Princess Azyma."

Azyma giggled. "Make sure you bring enough then." She dashed out the room with a smile on her face.

-

Two iron door opened simultaneously, and a burst of wind entered. Inside seemed to be like a chamber, it was dark, and musty.

Gura entered through the doors, and up a small carpet isle. Torches were lit along the carpet edges.

"What do you want?" Gura asked.

Up a couple of stairs, a man in a dark hood turned around. His face was wrinkled, and his age seemed old. The smile that crossed his face seemed to be mysterious, and random. He walked down the few steps and stood only inches away from Gura.

"I repeat myself, what do you want Dy-Tone?" Gura demanded.

"It is time you must learn to control the power of the Avatar State." Dy-tone muttered, his voice echoed inside the great chamber like room they were in.

"What do you mean? Don't I already control the power of the Avatar State?"

"You may be the Avatar, but you are not in control of the Avatar State… where the power comes from in that form is unbeatable. And power needs learning to be able to control."

Gura stepped up.

"Forget it."

"Hmm?"

Gura walked away and turned back around after a few steps.

"Five years…" He walked back over to Dy-Tone. "Five years I've waited, five years you've said the next time I see Voridor, I'll give him a surprise. But what surprise?"

"The surprise-"

"I know what the surprise is Dy!" Gura stomped towards Dy-Tone, holding his anger in. "Teach me how to air bend so the next time I see Voridor, I can! I can give him the surprise!"

Dy-Tone laughed, and it seemed to have provoked Gura into sending a string of lightning past his head, slightly missing him.

Dy-Tone forced out a string of lightning into the ground by the feet of Gura, and exploded pieces of gravel in his face. Gura jumped back, and stood in a horse stance.

"You want to learn how to air bend?" Dy-Tone walked forwards as Gura did the opposite. "You want to learn how to control the Avatar State?" He struck another piece of lightning at the floor, again obliterating it partially into pieces. "And you want to kill your brother?" After walking Gura into a solid wall, Dy-Tone held out a hand with a ball of fire in hand.

"What are you planning?" Gura tempted out of his mouth as if that were the only thing he could say to persuade Dy-Tone into not killing him.

"Never shoot at me again, do you understand?"

Dy-Tone walked back up the steps and turned towards Gura.

"Your brother must not be underestimated… I do not think that he ran for five years and did not train himself to be strong."

"Voridor's a coward! He would never even think about training himself to improve his lightning bend!"

"But! You are forgetting what he has lost!"

Gura dazed at the floor, getting irritated.

"He lost family, he lost love, he lost his city, he even lost the person he trusted most, YOU."

Gura's head jerked up, and his blood seemed to race throughout his veins at a million light-years an hour.

"You think Voridor still gives a heart for me? I destroyed everything he has ever owned, touched, felt, loved, and cherished."

"And that is why he will stop at nothing until you are stopped."

The room suddenly fell silent for what seemed like hours, but was only a matter of minutes. Time seemed to have passed on so slowly that every breath Gura took was slow.

"Then why does he run?" The first question that popped into Gura's head. The million-dollar question that would answer the choices Gura would next choice.

"Gura…" Dy-Tone turned away and folded his hands behind his back, starring into the darkness within the room. "You are asking a question that only he knows…" His voice now soft, and touching.

The evil in the two have seemed to disappear for now. This moment was not like a normal feeling for the two.

Laughter roared from Gura. His evil seemed to have returned. His face, strict, and his voice, dark, deep, hollow. Dy-Tone turned around, and stared with confusion in his mind.

"But he isn't the Avatar…"

"Not quite…"

Gura's heart was stabbed once he heard those words.

"What?"

"Since he is your brother… he is still partially Avatar…"

"But he hasn't drunken the blood of the Avatar." Gura urged out.

Dy-Tone sighed as if he was tired of talking to Gura… yet he was.

"I will tell you more later-"

"Then teach me how to air-bend." Gura quickly said. His hopes ran high since there was nothing else to talk about.

Dy-Tone smiled, and walked over to Gura.

"Prove yourself. Remember Pyro Village? You attacked it some times ago."

Gura nodded.

"A handful still lives… destroy them, and I will do my best to teach you my air bending stills."

Gura smiled, and an evil looked crossed his face. 'Humph' Gura turned around and started walking out the door, feeling confident. He attacked it once, and he'll do it again. How hard could it be?

"Their piece of mud is all mine." He laughed, and exited through the solid doors, which shut blindly behind him.

Through the closed doors, Dy-Tone heard the echoes of the hideous evil laugh. He stared at the ground as if being scared for the first time in his forever life.

"Gura is a hard one to figure…"

He held out an arm, and the room gets darker, after every passing second, the room would get darker, and darker until nothing was seen from any distance.

"May the dark age of the Avatar… Begin."

Hello, and thank you for reading chapter 3. I am truely sorry that it took soo long to submit such a short chapter, i have been busy, but am now full throttle on writing chapter 4 right now. I am also sorry for those who hate alot of talking. I have not been able to describe everything that happens because i actually was meaning this chapter to be short but I accidentally got into writing too much.

Again, i am sorry for not being soo detailed, though some may not care (I care truely for lots of details) i will be sure to be better with my next chapters. I thank you for reading, and hope you continue on reading my journey.