-From the arguably existent life of Rockus 'Rock' Teng Lo, semi-current king of the Earth Kingdom, during his ascension-
It was a shame that it was a dream but the obvious clues were all there- the sun was far too bright, sounds were blurred and everything had underlying meaning.
However- it was best to play along, and so Rockus played the part. When he was released from the dream dungeon by a largish kindly white bearded stranger, whose fake name was 'Iroh', he was appropriately joyful. When he was dressed in imaginary royal robes, he was appropriately appreciative, and when he walked out to see the entire population of Ba Sing Se in a tightly packed- ever expanding- clump before him, he was appropriately unsurprised.
When he was announced as King Rockus the first and he continued to be wearing pants it began to become apparent that it wasn't a dream after all.
Suddenly Rockus was overcome with a sense of purpose. He strode forward with majestic presence, down in to the centre of the parting crowd, and let words flow naturally from his mouth.
'Countrymen- friends- we have all suffered greatly in recent times, I will wear a reminder of our suffering forever upon my breast. But this is not the first of our suffering. Before the reality of this war was harshly brought down upon us, we were enslaved by a hidden oppression that was facilitated by an aloof and incompetent monarchy. My friends- I vow- here and forever- that I shall work to usher in a new age of peace, prosperity and freedom for our people. And I ask each and every one of you to demand these things, and to work with me and with each other to make the future something that we can all be proud of.'
The crowd cheered and rejoiced, as they now knew that everything would be okay.
Rockus suddenly found himself enthroned and surrounded by people who lived to serve him.
'Bring me the man that guarded my cell.' He commanded the universe.
As a man was brought forward that he didn't know, an unmistakable surety filed the young king. His feet moved without thought, and as he found himself face to face with his jailor, his hands motioned expectantly towards the ceremonial sword that adorned the guard's side.
The weapon was remarkably light, and balanced perfectly in Rockus' grip.
'By royal decree- from this moment until the end of time- you shall be known as Kuku.'
A reassuring smile spread across the King's face right before he slipped the blade directly in to the guards gut. The blood that spilled from the guard seemed, to Rockus, to be a fairly inadequate response- and the unimaginative single mindedness of the man quickly lost the teenager's interest.
'Well- that went well. Now- bring me the rabbit-fox.'
Rockus was quickly getting the hang of responsibility.