"Destiny is not something we achieve- it's something that happens regardless." The young boy had eyes of silver and light, his arrow shone deep into the dreary night.
"And this is my destiny?" The line of Fire Lord's, a thousand and counting, all bloody-chested, weeping and pouting.
"It is the destiny of each true Fire Lord" came Ozai's hoarse whisper to the young Prince's ear, the Prince found himself more annoyed than in fear. "...it is as inevitable as stale toast." The final admission only served to confuse, riddles often hurt us more than we choose.
As the throne began its ghostly procession, the ghostly projections began their professions.
"I'll cry for you." Mai's face was fixed fast, Zuko silently wondered why she didn't come last.
"I'll cry for you." The Aang proudly proclaimed, Ozai's gaze made it clear that he should be ashamed.
"Zuzu." The toddler was cute- the toddler was dead, at the end of the day it was better unsaid.
"I'll cry for you." The teenager rose from the corpse with an insidious smile, custom designed to bewitch and beguile.
"I'll cry for you." His mother--his heart-- what more could be said? Such a shame she was certainly-
Darkness: the world. Red and blue dragons wearing sailors hats and sissy grins come floating through the sky to share a tale with all that will listen. Nothing prepares ears for things untold. Pink is a shade, not a colour.
"I loved you first you know." Acrobatic flips without purposeful purpose are just inconvenient distractions.
"I question its importance in the long run." The future has a nasty habit of altering the past.
"I knew what she would do to us." To be effective words should be used like sticks.
"She isn't what she became anymore." Azula always lies.
Darkness, the world. Red and blue dragons with pipes aflame and sissy grins are rotting from the inside- a perilous fate- wishing to tell a tale to all that can listen. Water is not actually a colour, however clear garments would likely be inappropriate.
"What are you doing here?" Eating is not proper etiquette for proper house guests.
"Well- I'm not actually here. I'm a personification-iny-thing. Sure is a lot of empty space up here."
"I don't think you understand how this works." The personification of all sin. Gluttony, pride- despair.
"Whatever. Oh- and your son stabbed you in the heart-- what's that word that means 'again' but in the future?"
"Destiny."