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He pulled on his shirt with a grin. The moon was still out. The sky heavy with stars. Kya rolled onto her side with a smile. Her eyes were still heavy and tired with sleep. Her ankles crossed. His cum was sliding out of her pussy. She felt well rested, well fucked, and well loved.
"Do you really need to go?" She cursed her voice. She cursed how childish she sounded. She cursed how she sounded like a love sick little girl. She sounded a bit like her daughter when she talked about the Fire Nation siblings. Or like how Azula talked about Katara and Zuko…or come to think of it how Zuko talked about the girls.
Lu Ten paused, his shirt half way on and off. He pulled it back off and tossed it over his shoulder. He marched to the bed. She meekly began to retreat, rethought and let him sit down next to her. His trim hip pressed against her shoulder. He touched her chin and tilted it up. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
The two sat for a few minutes just breathing in and out. Basking in the kiss. Kya let out a delighted sigh when he finally broke it.
"They need me at the front. Once the wall falls I will return. They would need to drag me away chained to boulders to keep me from you." Kya's toes curled and she stared at him with her large soft eyes.
"The children will be sad that they missed you." Kya said gently. Lu Ten looked a tad dejected at that. He rubbed the back of his head thinking.
"We should all go to Ember Island together. And then later all of you, you, Katara, Zuzu, Lala. We can all go to my estate. I can explain what I have planned for them then. And you and Katara can see your new home. I am sure that she will love it." Kya bit her lip and looked up at the man. Her eyes steady.
"I know that you are being optimistic. You do not need to lie to me if you want to get back inside of me. Just demand it and I will accept it."
"Lie?" His brow furrowed. He rolled over and put his face near hers. "About what?"
"About making Katara your heir. About installing a Water Tribe girl on the throne of the Fire Nation. It would never be accepted." Lu Ten smirked and pulled Kya close. His arm was not restraining, it was encouraging. His fingers hefted her massive boobs. Making little dimples in her flesh.
"My dear I am not lying. I fully intend to train Katara to inherit after me. And if my grandfather does not accept it. Then well…He can go fuck himself." Kya started at the vulgarity that came out of the young man. He was normally incredibly very polite.
"I will have Katara as my heir. If my grandfather doesn't wish it then we won't tell him. If my father has issues…well I am sure I can convince him. He is a very open minded man. Katara is a kind soul, a soul that hasn't been mixed up in my families political nonsense for decades and decades. Perhaps we need a fresh face and a young soul to help lead us back to the rest of the world. And if my grandfather disowns me and my father disowns me…well she will have my palace, and my support."
Kya found herself on top of him. Her knees squeezed his hips. Her chin quivered. Her Katara, her precious little Katara…a queen? It seemed inconceivable. Impossible was a better word. But here he was, promising the very world. And Kya wanted that. She yearned for that.
She pressed her forehead to his, breathed in deeply and then breathed out slowly.
"You're crying." He said in distress. He rubbed a thick thumb across her cheek. Scooping up the salt. "Please…please don't cry."
He leaned up and began to kiss her face, her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her eyes. Anywhere his lips could reach he gave a tiny peck.
"I'm happy. I'm…I have hope. You give me hope Lu Ten." She took a little shuddering breath. Her daughter a Fire Lord….her a concubine turned queen…well stranger things had happened in the world. Nothing like that to her. But surely to somebody. She grinned in delight, still sniffling a bit.
"I can't wait to see your estate." Lu Ten grinned wolf tigerishly and embraced her with a whoop. Kya let out a yelp, shot up and rode him cowgirl style. He slid into her naturally, as if this was safe, as if this was home, as if he was embracing the future. And the future embraced him back.
The two made a hot feverish love making. That then gradually turned into a sweeter loving love making. Her gasps came arching out of her. Her lips parted and her big boobs bounced in pure unweilding delight. Her fingers dug into his chest, leaving little marks of satisfaction. His hands dug into her meaty rear. Making sure that he gave them strong pleasurable gropes. He would never harm this woman, he was in love with this woman, he wanted to make her a mother again, he wanted to make her his wife, his queen.
He groaned and she gasped. They climaxed in unison again and again and again.
Lu Ten left the room first. He was wearing the helmet but not the face mask. The uniform was tight and form fitting. It showed off his biceps and his broad shoulders wonderfully. Kya exited fixing her hair. The tangles and sweat and red face made it clear she had just been thoroughly fucked. The satisfied smirk was the sugar on the cream.
The two looked down the hallway. Lu Ten hefted a small satchel and began to head off. She turned sharply and gripped his upper arm needfully one final time. Lu Ten turned and wrapped her in his arms. He pressed his lips to her and the two spun in place for a moment. Her leg gave a little involuntary kick and he settled the shorter woman back down.
"I will be back. I promise you." He said. She ran her fingertips over his pursed lips. He was such a handsome man. And so kind. She felt her heart beating harder then ever before. She was anxious. Not for herself, or for her children, she was anxious for the future. To see just what he ushered in.
"I know."
"I will bring you to my estate. And I will convince you to marry me someday." Kya grinned sadly and rubbed his face.
"I know." He leaned forward and gave her another kiss on the lips. As he pulled back she darted forward and sealed it with one final peck. Like she was signing her name.
"I love you." He said purposefully. She chuckled and shook her head. He was too young to say such serious things.
"I know."
"Well this you probably don't know." With a flourish Lu Ten pulled a pair of scrolls from his bag. He presented them with a smile. "Gifts. From my father."
Kya took the present in amazement. She didn't receive gifts anymore! She gave them! These were…they were…
"Beautiful." Kya said in amazement. Lu Ten pointed to the inscription on the ends. It was in the common writing system. Most of the writing systems supposedly emerged from the spirits, with more local dialects arising later. So all of the symbols looked similar, but there was some dramatic differences.
"They are about the airbenders. And the waterbenders too. And their cultures and practices. Did you know that the Air Nomads could meditate so deeply that some people mistook them for dead? And that while in that meditation you could go without food and water. It's also said according to the water tribe scroll that the North Pole has a type of deep screaming that is meant to release endorphins and bring happiness and enlightenment. It's all so fascinating. We figured that you would get a kick out of them."
Kya rolled the scroll in her hands. It was printed on a very thin white leather, gold was inlaid in the wood. A thick dark wood that smelt vaguely of ash and salt.
"These must be ancient." She mused.
"They are. The Air nomad one comes from before the way. Almost one hundred years in fact." Kya pressed her fingertips to her lips. Her chin quivered in astonishment. She was holding a piece of history! She couldn't just—
"It's alright. My father insisted. As do I. I can't wait to discuss all of it with you. The parts on wisdom and creativity will definitely be up your alley." Kya got onto her tip toes and kissed him on the nose. It was a move reserved only for married couples in the Water Tribes. It was as intimate as taking someone within you. And she had just done it for Lu Ten.
"Thank you. I am honored."
"Honor is not given. It is earned. And you are possibly the most honorable woman I've ever met." Lu Ten kissed her nose this time. The two held hands for a moment, they lingered for as long as they could. Palms, fingers, fingertips, and finally moving in different directions down the hall.
Lu Ten tiptoed into Zuko's room the same way an assassin would. He moved with the ease of a well practiced fighter. He was at home in this battleground. It was his house after all. He paused beside the sleeping boy.
Lu Ten smiled down. Iroh always was fond of Zuko. And that fondness rubbed off on Lu Ten as well. Maybe it was the way Zuko stared at the world, both curious and afraid. Or the way that he had such a natural grace with weapons. Or maybe it was just simply that Zuko was kind, and Iroh liked that.
Either way the scrolls that Lu Ten left on Zuko's bedside would hopefully interest the boy. The books held meditations on wisdom. Discussions on calming inner seas. On chakra's and chakra flows. On blockages of the heart and the mind. Of forgiving others, and more importantly of forgiving oneself.
Lu Ten had heard what transpired with Mai. Everyone in the Fire Nation had heard what had transpired with Mai. It was a very open secret now. And Lu Ten hoped that in time….his cousin would permit the hurt and pain and anger to be released.
Zuko shifted onto his side. Lu Ten carefully leaned forward and brushed his lips to his cousin's temple. Not disturbing a hair on the little boy's head. Zuko snored on, unaware of his cousin or the world around him. Lu Ten smiled at the sight. There was nothing like watching the truly innocent sleep.
Lu Ten exited the room, closing the door softly behind himself. He moved with practiced ease into Azula's bedroom. The girl had rearranged everything again. Probably out of some paranoid fear of 'attackers'. Lu Ten suppressed a chuckle, but could not hide a smirk. She was smarter then others thought she was. But not as smart as she thought she was. Still childish in some ways. Lu Ten paused in surprise. He had not anticipated this.
Next to Azula. Snoring peacefully, was Katara. He supposed it made sense. The girl had to sleep somewhere. And who would be cruel enough to just give her a pet bed? No it made perfect sense that the companion would be permitted to use the royal beds as well.
Lu Ten placed Azula's gift on her vanity stool. Somewhere she would definitely see it. It was a pai sho board, made out of rare extinct air bison ivory. He wondered what they looked like, just like the long dead dragons they must have been utterly magnificent to see.
He felt a bit like a gift giving spirit. Moving from place to place and subtly leaving behind something for the young and the wonderful. Katara's gift…That would be tougher.
He moved to stand beside the two girls. Azula was drooling a little, her face lax, her nostrils flared. Her hair somehow still immaculate. Katara's brow was wrinkled, her toes curled and uncurled. Lu Ten stared between the two with a smile.
Azula had been promising to marry him ever since she could talk. And ever since she knew what a 'mawwiage' was. And that the Fire Nation royal family had a long and proud history of wedding cousins or nieces or what have you. (There was even a few far back in the records that showed brother and sister and father and daughter. But not much was discussed about those dynasty's.)
It would break her heart to find out that he had his heart set on Kya. But he would make it up to her somehow. He would help find her an appropriate match. Maybe that Admiral Chan's boy. He had heard that even while young the boy was a little charmer. But then again this was also the famously late Admiral Chan so who knew.
Lu Ten pulled the final gift from his bag. A small but hardy blue and white shell. Small yellow sparkles dotted the interior. The inside was as smooth as buttered rolls. And the ridges across the outside flowed smoothly one to the other. He had found the shell while campaigning on a beach. Six earthbenders had tried valiantly to defend the beach. But Lu Ten had bested them all.
He kissed the shell and then carefully placed it in Katara's open hand. Her fingers slowly slid around it, holding tight. He glanced at Azula and then at Katara. He moved to Azula and placed a kiss on the top of her forehead. She tasted vaguely of powder. He was about to walk around back to Katara, when her blue eyes opened and he was trapped in place.
Katara blinked slowly. Her breathing paused, her chest halted, she began to sit up. Lu Ten placed a finger to his lips. Katara paused and sunk back down. Lu Ten walked over to her. She was an intelligent little creature. There was so much potential behind her. And he could be the one to bring it out of her. He was nearly itching with the scenarios running through his head.
Katara learning how to prioritize spending. Katara learning how to deal with difficult representatives. Katara learning that a ruler is not a leader, and vice versa. Lu Ten could see it. Installing a Fire Lord in the Earth Kingdoms would assist in much, and installing a Water Tribe on the throne would open new pathways that would be completely unthinkable decades ago.
Lu Ten leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He pulled back and whispered in her ear.
"I was never here." She giggled a little and nodded. She closed her eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. Lu Ten gazed at the two little girls in the royal bed. So sweet and innocent. He grinned triumphantly. That was the future he wanted for this world. A place where all could come together. A place where all could enjoy a warm bed and close companionship. He would make it happen. He slowly closed the door.
The massive hole in the wall of Ba Sing Se resembled a giant door. If said giant door had fallen over instead of clicking comfortably into place. The wall was beautifully built. So much of earthbending was misunderstood. It was thought of as blunt, crude, unartistic. Meant to move mud and dirt and chunks of stone from point A to point B as quickly as possible.
The great outer wall of Ba Sing Se showed that was not just what they could do. The exterior was thick plain granite and marble. The slabs stacked so expertly together that no cement or binding agent was needed. Not a single crack or strain or spider line fracture appeared on them. To make all the more amazing there were chunks of the wall made out of different materials and colored stone. When the sunlight or torchlight hit those areas the light was reflected back into the attackers eyes.
The full use of this had not become apparent until the Fire Nation army in all of its glittering metal armor had advanced on it at noon. Half the troops had been blinded by their own weapons.
The wall was also treacherous. Huge sections of it could seemingly be shattered outwards and used as spikes. It was impervious, it was impregnable, and had stood for lifetimes. And now after years of sieging, the wall had fallen.
It wasn't until he was halfway through the rubble that Lu Ten realized just how flaming massive the wall was. Not just in height but also in width. He had only ever seen one side of it. And even then at a safe distance from any rock tossing enemy warriors.
But now that he was inside of the wall he was surprised to see it was absurdly wide. At least five tanks long. And it was not a perfectly solid structure either. Catacombs and tunnels ran up and down, side to side and all through the wall. But instead of losing structural integrity they if anything increased it. The tunnels could be easily opened to permit wind flow and reduce the wear on the stones. The tunnels could be closed off and reinforce the load bearing areas. The wall could house troops, armories, smitheries, farms, field hospitals, whore houses, store houses, a man could be born, grow up, live and die his entire life just in this one wall.
The effect of the wall was dizzying. And Lu Ten was not the only man to pause and stare upwards and around in awe. The blast had cleaved a massive crack in the stone work. The attack had been coordinated with the best of efforts from their spy. She was only known by face to a select few. Lu Ten hoped to meet her one day.
"Move! We still need to set up perimeters!" A voice shouted into Lu Ten's ear. He nodded to the gruff man. Zhao was a bit of an upstart, and he lacked any sense of humor that Lu Ten could see. The man seemed to only enjoy two things. Being in the military, and winning fights. And he did one so that he could perform the other.
Lu Ten doubted that Zhao would move much higher up the ranks. A dangerous middle man to be sure. But he lacked the tack and the intelligence to be a commander. Lu Ten could see Zhao being little more then a secretary for Iroh well into both of their twilight years. Nothing the matter with that. But it was far from what Lu Ten envisioned for himself. He was destined for greater things then just the military.
He hopped expertly from rubble blast to rubble blast. The cracked chunks of stone and rock looked like crumbled up breadcrumbs. The heir to the Fire Nation broke through the final section of ruined wall. A few dozen other Fire Nation soldiers rushed past him. Setting up perimeters, pushing back the broken stones, adding security fences. And generally reinforcing the fresh farmland that they had just invaded.
He paused in amazement. Green rolling fields rushed outwards towards the horizon. A massive line broke the sky and the earth. It was another wall, this one just as massive as the outer wall.
"How many walls are there?" Lu Ten said in amazement. Walls within walls, a city of labyrinths. The amount of farmland between this wall and the far wall was amazing. It had to be over two days walk away. If they marched and burnt and scavenged as they went they would be feasting themselves and famishing the Earth Kingdoms capital as well. A foolproof plan.
Lu Ten grinned widely, the scent of burnt grass and manure filled his lungs. The knowledge that they had just done the impossible. The Fire Nation's pure determination and industry had finally triumphed over the iron will power of the Earth Kingdom's capital!
He turned to Zhao and waved him on.
"To me! We will secure the surrounding wall and work our way upwards." Zhao rushed after him. A few additional stragglers coming from behind. It was foolhardy to push forward, but recklessness could lead to greatness. And Lu Ten was determined to take the entirety of the wall single handedly if need be.
The two men ducked into the bombed and burnt ruins of the interior of the wall. Thick stone walls crept in around them. Lu Ten paused and burnt a symbol into the nearest turn. Just a quick scorch mark to help them find their way. They took a corner, went up three flights of stairs, took a few additional turns. Lu Ten or Zhao leaving marks so that they could find their way back to the rest of the regiment.
Lu Ten paused beside a slit cut in the wall. He stared out in amazement. The rolling green farmland, the distant haze of the capital city, the vague scent of woodlands and as yet unsees pleasures. He could almost feel it. The war was nearly won. The nightmare nearly over. A new dawn would rise upon a better Fire Empire.
He turned to Zhao with a delighted grin. His smiles were coming easier and easier. Almost as if a great weight had been picked up off of his shoulders. He didn't know that deciding upon an heir was this liberating.
"We shall be home in time for the Ember Island summer play season eh?" He joked to the dour faced man. Zhao nodded, the military man had never been to Ember island once in his life. And he had no interest in ever going.
A shuffle comes from the next room. Both men snap to the doorway. Lu Ten advances, hands raised. Preparing for stones to come crashing out. He flings a fireball into the dusty interior. A rodent like lizard scuttles under some discarder armor and rags. Lu Ten chuckles and shakes his head. He was too excited to feel jumpy.
A rock cracks into Lu Ten's temple and he stumbles forward. He is too shocked to cry out. Instead only letting out a little gasp. He keeps his feet and turns, hands up, blood dripping down his head. A few red droplets spring down his jawline. Then the rock hits him again, this time cleaving his nose down the middle. A burst of blood explodes from his nostrils. He groans and bends in half. Hands up, trying to will fire from them.
Nothing emerges. His senses spin and collapse and try to latch onto anything. The dirty storage room is spinning around him. The mops, the buckets, the multiple doorways, the bloody stone held in Zhao's hand.
Lu Ten's shaking head finally latches onto that. He manages to pull his eyes up towards the other man. Zhao hefts the stone. His normally composed face has broken into a wide feral grin. Lu Ten blinks damply, his rattled mind trying to keep up with what was happening.
"Wh-?" He was either trying to ask 'what' 'why' 'who' or 'when' but the stone smashing into his jaw shattered that question. A handful of teeth shot from his broken jaw alongside a jet of blood.
"Waaaauuugggghhhhh." Lu Ten howled out. He fell onto his knees. Raising a hand to ward off the next blow. And the one after that. He couldn't summon fire, he could not strike the correct pose. His fingers shattered like twigs. His shoulder crunched sickeningly. He took another bash, and another, and another one still.
This one in the middle of his face. That one in the side. Another right at the joint of the knee.
Lu Ten curled onto the floor. Runied hands attempting to protect his head. Busted shoulders shaking. A bone was sticking out of his arm. He gazed up at Zhao. The other man was breathing heavily. Staring in wide eyed fascination at the prone prince.
"There we go."
"Whay?" Lu Ten managed to mumbled out through his busted open lips. The great gaps in his teeth whistling, spittle pooling down his open cheek. His eyes were already starting to swell. Great big black bruises making a mask of his crooked nose and wide bloody eyes.
"Why? On the orders of Fire Lord Ozai." Zhao said the name with a strange relish. He shivered from toes to head. The stone in his hand seemed to twitch. Eager for more carnage. For more blood. For more of Lu Ten's body and skin and meat and bone.
"Zai-" Lu Ten managed to choke out. He was disoriented. His mind reeled in confusion. Rejecting what Zhao had just told him. Not his uncle. Not his own uncle. Not even Ozai could be that heartless.
"I wish you to know this. I do this gleefully. While I take no great pride in it…..I do find this rather fun." Zhao whispered into Lu Ten's shredded ear.
A single stone did this much damage. Not an arsenal, not venom, just stone and malice and an open opportunity. Lu Ten attempted to wave his hand and summon fire, tried to force his flickering life to bring him some sort of escape. Zhao systematically destroyed the move and kicked Lu Ten in the chest.
Something made a wet crack in Lu Ten's sternum and he fell over.
"If it's any consolation I will tell them you died like a hero. A hard won battle, they will talk of your exploits for generations to come. All will know the bravery and honor of the great Prince that never was." Zhao paused in his gloating. He whipped around. There was a Fire Solider standing there. The man walked in in confusion. His golden eyes wide behind his facemask.
"What happened? My lord?" The hapless solider took a few more steps forward. Eyes trained exclusively on the prince.
"There has been a terrible accident." Zhao said sadly. He then dropped his rock and grabbed the back of the interlopers neck. Right at the base. He shook once and then willed heat outwards. The surprised infantryman could only give a shocked gurgle. His vocal cords shriveled up, snapped, and soon his body began to curdle and turn to ash. Not even enough time to scream.
Zhao sighed, it was a difficult move. But a strong one. Burn a person to cinders, you had to have intense focus to commit it. Zhao looked around the small storage room and the multiple hallways leading off. He bent his knees, adjusted his breathing, and began to shoot out fireballs. He scorched the walls, the floor, the ceiling, he beat the rock until it splintered and cracked. He left ash and soot and the strong smell of fire everywhere. He had to make it look believable.
The shuffling of bloody cloth on stone caught his attention. Zhao turned to the now crawling boy. Lu Ten was pulling himself forwards. His eyes unfocused. His ruined legs dragging behind him. Still, still determined to try and save himself.
"Papa!" He bellowed, blood and bile pooling down his chin. Not the bellow of a strong man. Or even the bellow of a brave man. But the bellow of a child. A scared child. A hurt child. A child who knew that the only way to get to safety was in his father's arms.
"Papa!" Lu Ten cried out again. He did not think about his kingdom. He did not think about his future. He did not even think about his pain. All he could think of was his papa. And how if he got to him everything would be alright.
Something shifted in the doorway. Lu Ten paused his crawling and looked up. He had to crane his neck to see her. She was wearing a white kimono. A brown tree sprouted from the back, the branches inched along the big billowing sleeves. Pink cherry petals drifted softly down the sides, along the base of the robe, over her sleeves. Along the cuffs and the hem were green vines. The leaves slowly falling off of them. Her hair was long, down to her waist. Her hair was jet black. Her smile was clear and gentle and easy. And familiar, so achingly familiar.
The blue spirit with the white arrow tattoos behind her looked on sadly. But Lu Ten only had eyes for her. His childlike desperation reached it's heartbreaking peak. He knew what seeing her meant. Still he reached out for her, his arm quivered in desperate need of any kind of comfort. Even if it was his last comfort. His lips parted painfully.
"Mama?"
Lu Ten's brains were then promptly misplaced by a five pound sharpened rock. His last words echoed around the room. They were obliterated by the wet cushioning thud of rock and brain matter.
Lu Ten blinked in amazement. That could not be him down there. That could not be the great Lu Ten, second in line to the Fire Nation throne. Military commander, scholar, fire bending prodigy. That could not be his body, limbs snapped like twigs. Brains oozing onto the ground. No. No that couldn't possibly be him right?
He was standing between his mother and the spirit of the Avatar. The three stared into the room. Lu Ten stepped forward, a hand to his lips. He shook his head, he glanced back at the two of them. Then back down to himself.
"Send me back. Please. Please you must be able to do something like that."
"Even the Avatar has limits. We cannot reverse the dead."
"I…I had such plans. The war….I was going to end the war." Lu Ten mumbled in amazement. His mother rubbed his shoulder. She smiled sadly at her boy. He found that he could not cry. Spirits could hold their regrets, but they could not give them release. Lu Ten turned from the room and placed his forehead to her shoulder. His mother patted the back of his head. Lu Ten squeezed her close. She was warm, soft, and still smelt of his youth.
Lu Ten snapped his head up. Glaring at the impassive bald man before him.
"You. This is your fault." Lu Ten gently pushed his mother to the side. He strode forward. He grabbed the Avatar by the washed out orange air bending jumpsuit he wore.
"If Avatar Rooku had only assisted Sozin in the expansions the war would have been over within a month! A year! I would not have been here! I would have been—" Lu Ten's voice was taken from him. His mother took a respectful step back. Even Zhao in the physical world felt the ground beneath him rumble.
"You DARE tell me what I was to do?" The voice that came from the young Avatar was ancient, and full of fury. The spirit tossed his arms wide. Lu Ten stumbled, the world around them rushed rapidly.
Lu Ten found himself coughing. The world was black, then it wasn't. The ocean was choked with ash, the great bleached bones of fur bearing whales were washed along the shore. The stone was sharp and pointed beneath his feet. A volcano was bursting its magma and heat off in the distance. Even with the ash and the volcano and the random fires off on the horizon Lu Ten was cold.
There were no birds overhead. There was no sound of tweeting, squawking or squealing. There was no clatter of carts, or the beat of hoofs and claws and feet on the ground, there was nothing but the lapping of the waves on the shore. The inky feeling of the air left his body languid and tired. Lu Ten felt as if with each breath he was drowning.
"This is what would have been if Rooku had assisted that ancestor of yours!" The voice came from all around. The voice came from nowhere. The voice came from everywhere. The voice came from inside of his head.
Lu Ten saw something small clattering to the side. He whipped around and saw it. A man. If that is what you could call a walking skeleton. A creature with no hair or fingernails, reduced to skin and bones, golden eyes stared through Lu Ten in terror. Terror at the world, terror at what lurked on the horizon.
"This…This is my home?"
"No. This is the Northern Water Tribe." Lu Ten blinked in shock. If this was the famous land of snow and ice, of isolationists and water benders….He felt his stomach churn. What could have possibly happened?
"This is the world with no balance. This is the world your ancestor would have created. This is the world if the war had been backed by me." The image broke into a thousand pieces. Each pieces jetting off wards.
Lu Ten stumbled and stared at the ground. The barefoot monk stood above him.
"How do you know that?" Lu Ten asked in awe. He stared up in reverence at this being. At this glorious keeper of peace.
"How could you know that?"
"In the dreaming time and distance and space are all one. I see the past. What could have been. What might have been. And what shall be."
"You know the future?" Lu Ten stood eagerly. The Avatar smiled sadly and shook his head.
"Yes. And it is not yours to know." Lu Ten rubbed his jaw.
"Tell me this. Satisfy my ego. When I became Fire Lord…Did I make the world better?" The Avatar smiled sadly and touched the older man's shoulder.
"There are countless worlds. Countless possibilities. Countless outcomes. But this is the oldest you ever become. In every single one." Lu Ten blinked in astonishment.
"I…I die? I die young? In every single one? No heir? No children?"
The Avatar shook his head sadly.
"One hand. Make it believable. That's all you need to do. Sacrifice one hand." Zhao was muttering to himself. Staring at his thick strong hand. He held the stone up. Took a few shivering breaths. It was just a hand. He had to make it look as if he was under attack too. Otherwise no one would believe him. He smashed it downwards, once, twice, a third time. With a howl he severed two fingers. And what was that in the grand scheme of things? Two fingers, for the future of the Fire Empire. All of the promises that Ozai had made for him. And all it had cost Zhao were two fewer fingers to clean.
Lu Ten stared at his corpse sadly. Knowing that he would have to move along soon.
"Lu Ten. Three more times we shall meet after this." The spirit of the Avatar intoned authoritatively. He held up three fingers, they glowed with golden importance. "The first time I will not remember you. The second time I will not respond to you. The third time you will sacrifice it all for them."
"Them?" He asked in confusion.
"Them. Forgive me, but outside of the Dreaming all becomes murky and fades. I will not recall our meetings. And I am sorry. I know that we could have been good friends."
The Avatar turned and was gone. Not in the way one exits a room. But in the way a piece of bread plops into water filled with elephant koi. Lu Ten stared at himself.
Zhao stooped down and scooped the broken body up in his own shivering arms. Lu Ten felt a soft touch to his arm.
"It is time to go my darling boy." His mother said. She turned and lead him further into the wall. Into a bright light. Her kimono was dissolving, his own uniform as well. Showing off the natural feminine and masculine curves that they had. Where they were going they would not need clothes. Lu Ten glanced over his shoulder.
He watched wistfully as Zhao took his body. And his spirit went another way.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.