Ah, it's been so long since I've written on here. I've been itching to write this forever and especially now. I don't know how it's going to go, but I'm excited to find out. I thought I'd have more to say, but I guess not. Without further ado, chapter 1.
Chapter 1: Death
"No, I'm not going to end it like this."
Ozai snarls, "Even with all the power in the world you are still weak."
The heat of the flame in his hand warns me even if I hadn't felt the vibrations in the earth. Upon command, the earth rises to trap his hand in it; swiftly, I move to trap the other. 'In the era before the Avatar, we bent not the elements, but the energy within ourselves.' The words linger in my head as I move toward Ozai. It's here that I wish my tranquility had lasted. The peace I felt in the silence. I wonder if I had been more quick, could I have spared him?
"I did warn you there's a reason they're all gone."
I pause. 'They did not deserve to exist in this world. In my world.' He cackles. Hands trapped, knees awkwardly bent, and he laughs. I'm momentarily stunned. Why? How does someone have the confidence to say such a thing? In an instant, I'm reminded of the ruins of the air temples, the skeletons. Monk Gyatso. His body surrounded by fire nation soldiers. How hard did he fight, only to die? How many people did he have to kill? The closest person I've had to a father, my mentor... he wasn't a violent man and yet..
"Is that what you think?"
Ozai stares at me amused. I watch him intently. My heart clenches. Did Gyatso have to look someone in the eye like this before he killed them? For air nomads, who value all life, how much must it have hurt him? My people, who feared a looming war, but weren't expecting the horrid plans Sozin had. How much did they suffer? Gradually, the ache inside grows. Almost all consuming, I hold the sad anger bubbling, 'Your world? Weak?'. My hands reach for his neck, the closest thing I can grasp.
"You're grandfather destroyed an entire nation. Men, woman, children. Defenseless people. A nation without an established military and you call them weak."
His eyes widen momentarily before he smirks, but says nothing. I drop the earth binding him. My hands tighten around his throat as we fall forward. Red in the face, he gasps. He struggles to pull my hands from his neck. I stumble as he shoves me away. Breathing heavily, he stands. Rubbing his bruising neck, he turns to look in the distance. For the first time since we started, I can clearly see the damage his air fleet has done and continues to make despite the already fallen airships.
"And I plan to do the same to the Earth Kingdom," he declares unashamed, "They don't deserve to exist either."
Like the tongue of a shirshu, sharp and paralyzing, I'm teleported to the southern air temple. To Haru, to Katara, even Hama. All the pain inflicted by man's greed for power. It's almost too much to handle. How can he...? I need release. I need to... I only feel the sting of fire on my shoulder for half a second before I turn and kick him back onto the ground. Silently, I let my past lives wisdom and knowledge come to me. 'Selfless duty calls you to sacrifice your own spiritual needs and do...whatever it takes to protect the world.'
Without a second though, leaving no time to doubt; water, earth, fire, and air swirl together on my command and impale the Firelord.
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