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The ice cracked. Chips flew through the air. The hatchet rose again and again. She scrambled desperately at the small hole. Her mitted dove in and out, shoveling out more and more of the ice chips.
"Sokka! Sokka hurry! Sokka there's a boy in here!" She brought the hatchet up one final time and with all the strength in her tiny weak arms she slammed it home. The iceberg gave a mighty grumble and the crack spread. Like a balloon it popped. A sickly beam of white light struck the sky. Before being swallowed up by the billowing gray clouds well above them.
She stood huffing and panting at the lip of the now hollowed out ice berg. She let out a little gasp and covered her mouth. Her mittens were old, her very favorite pair. They had been a gift for her sixth birthday. Her hands had almost outgrown them.
"I think you mean there was a boy in there." The fourteen year old boy said snidely. The siblings slowly walked down the incline. The massive pile of bones and white fur was wrapped protectively around the remains. The mighty horns still hung proudly upwards.
Katara got to her knees and gathered the remains of the orange clad boy in her arms. She rested the head upon her lap and stroked his dry flaking cheek.
"But…He looked so real from the outside." She said. Her eyes prickled, she felt the tears coming on. They came so easily, and flowed so naturally. Sokka shook his head in response.
"It's the ice. It happens all the time. He must have gotten stuck in there over a hundred years ago. The ice dries bodies out. Makes them all mummified. Then it preserves them. So that well….This isn't the first one I've found out here. But this is the first one in an iceberg." Sokka gripped her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Katara closed the eyelids. They were just brown leather flaps now. She could make out the faded ink of tattoos over his forehead and arms.
"The poor boy. I wonder who he was. I wonder what his name was. I wonder…I wonder how he got here." Katara said as she shifted him around. Made him as comfortable as possible. Sokka let out a little sigh himself and gathered his sensitive little sister to him. She shivered and moaned. Pressing her forehead to his shoulder.
"It's alright Katara." He didn't believe it, but it was what older brothers had to say. "I'm sure it was painless. Like drifting off to sleep."
"I just…I thought…I'd hoped…I'd hoped that he had been something wonderful." Katara said in total exhaustion. Sokka smiled.
"I'm sure he was. But we've got to get home. Mom and Gran Gran will be worried. Can you Water Bend the canoe back?" She frowned and got into her pose. Her hands moved and the boat was dragged through the waves until it nudged their ice flow. Sokka hopped in first. He offered his hands. She took one last long look at the dead boy and the massive furry animal he was with. She stepped back in and the two rowed away.
The spirit with the blue arrow tattoos shook his head.
This isn't it.
He dove back into the waves and kicked.
The ice berg bubbled and melted. Finally a massive wall of ice slued off. Turning to steam and water. He stood on unsteady legs. He looked around, he had lost his shirt….and where was Appa? The girl standing in front of him was smiling wickedly. She was only wearing a red microkini and had her long black hair in a savage looking bun.
"Where…where am I?" Aang asked through cold crusted lips.
"The South Pole worm! Now tell me your name! You stand before Azula the Great! Heir to the Fire Kingdom!" Aang blinked, there was a girl wearing a pink microkini beside this Azula character. And another girl in a long black robe and thick black head scarf who was glowering at him.
"The…the South Pole? But that means…that means…." He touched his chin as a massive smile crossed his face. "That means we can go penguin sledding!"
He whooped and jumped thirty feet into the air. At least. Azula stepped back, eyes widening in shock. Hands coming up in a defensive position.
"We can do what now?" She deadpanned.
"Penguin sledding! You know how to go penguin sledding?!" Ty Lee said in amazement and scooped him up in a bone snapping hug as he came down.
"Of course! It's the best! Have you ever done it?" Aang happily began to chatter with the bouncy 18 year old.
"Oh Settlers of Volcanoland there's two of them now." Mai said in the most defeated voice she could muster. Azula just stood looking between the two in confusion.
Not here.
The spirit jumped back into the water. Shaking his head.
Meng walked slowly, one arm wrapped in Tophs. The two Earth Kingdom Air Acolytes knew there was never any hurry in life. Whatever would happen would simply happen. To rush or to worry was to commit the fear of missing out.
The greatest realization was that there was no 'missing out' there simply was. Toph carried the ceremonial tea pot. Meng kept the tray of towels at a perfect angle. The wind on the top of the sacred temple was rough. But it brought the sweet scents of spring and the promise of good soil and a hearty harvest.
"Sensi Twinkle Toes has been spending more time up here with the lemurs hasn't he?" Toph said with a chuckle. They were nearing the top, and their words came in careful little chunks. They could hear each other, but no one could listen in on their conversation.
"He says it reminds him of his wife. What was her name again? Keeta?" Meng said with a smile and a sigh. "Can you imagine anything more romantic? Spending so many decades together? And then sitting up there on her death every single year?"
"He also has three illegitimate children. So don't get too starry eyed." Toph responded as they went up another flight of stairs. That's all these Air Temples were made out of, stairs, hallways, and places of worship. "Besides we don't need to hurry or anything. He's probably up there flying."
"How can you be so sure?" Meng asked as they went past the life size statue of Monk Gyatso. There was one on the top of every single mountain to honor the great founder of Satoism. The leading spiritual theory that Avatar Aang, the great Unifier followed and preached.
"I can't feel his heartbeat. That always happens when he is busy flying. He should be careful at that age though. I mean he's almost one hundred and nine. He will hurt himself someday."
The tiny trees were sprouting the precious pink buds of a new year. The small private meditation sands were set up to drift with the winds. Twisting and changing, but never spilling. Avatar Aang sat on a stone bench. His hands folded on his lap. Chin against his collarbone. The wind ruffled his long white mustache. A lemur, Momo the 18th, lay next to him. Nuzzling his chilled hip.
"Oh no." Meng said in shock. The young girl put the tray to one side. Making sure not to break any of the mugs. Toph cocked her head in confusion. The blind acolyte heard Meng hurry over to the stone bench.
"What is it? What's happening?" Toph asked sharply. Her blind eyes roaming, her golden forehead paint flashing in the mid morning sunlight. Meng's heart skipped a beat and she felt tears prickle her eyes.
"Goodnight Sensi." Meng said softly as she kneeled before the dead man. The peace maker. The last Air Bender. A small bubble burst in a near by koi pond. The Moon and Sea spirit continued their turning, their chasing, their push and pull. A spirit began to dive further away, leaving this strange place.
Not here either.
A heavy shaggy head hung in his field of vision. Aang blinked and sat up. A hand pressed to his chest insistently.
"Don't move." The voice was deep, rumbling, like an ice flow that drifted towards the sea. Appa shifted behind him and slowly stood up. The man's eyes flickered to the beast and then away. He would find no harm from the great Air Bison.
"Wh-Where am I?" Aang mumbled out. "Who are you?"
"Hakoda?" A nervous voice called out from behind. The man, Hakoda, snapped his head up and the first taste of actual fear clouded his features.
"Kya I told you to keep the kids back!" Aang looked past the man. There was a young woman. She was holding back a pair of children. The boy couldn't have been older then seven. The girl even younger. She had the brightest kindest eyes he had ever seen.
The man turned to look at Aang again.
"My name is Hakoda…You are in the South Pole…How did you get in there?" Aang blinked slowly as realization dawned.
"The South Pole? But that means….Do you wanna go penguin sledding with me?" Aang asked excitedly. Sitting up with a massive smile slopping across his charismatic little face.
"Penguin sledding? Are we going penguin sledding?" The boy shouted in delight and broke past his now yelping mom.
"Sokka! Katara!" Kya shouted as her daughter slipped from her grasp. Katara's little legs were wrapped in an overly large bulky blue walrus alpaca coat. So she had to run twice as fast to get half as far. Her fist pumps were still energetic.
"Penguin! Penguin! Penguin!" She howled in delight. The two children tackled the twelve year old. Making him wince and then laugh in delight. Hakoda and Kya stood and exchanged an amazed glance. Realizing that they had just adopted a third child.
The spirit chuckled at the wholesome scene. But this wasn't right either. He dove back into the ocean. Only little Katara seemed to notice the change.
"O! M! Fucking! G! Sokka! Look at this hog cock! Like Woof! Woof! Doki Doki am I right?" She said popping her donut sized and shaped blow job lips. Her three inch blue fingernails rolled around his foreskin. His cock head was peeking out of his skin sheath. A large bubble of pre cum was dripping out already. The scent alone was addictive. And the size and density of his dick was already getting her womb ovulating at over time.
"Hey hot stuff. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. So you're Water Tribe huh? Shoulda known by them udders. And that fat breeding ass. Ever been with an Avatar before good looking?" Aang said as he swept his long brown curls off of his forehead. Looking like an anime protagonist.
Katara giggled and squirmed as she bit her thumb and rubbed at her aching sex mound. She was only wearing her bright blue one piece wrap, and her hawt cunt was dripping right through the thin silk already.
"I don't care if you're Fire Nation, Avatar, or a bipedal Air Bison that bitch domesticator is screwing my brains out through my dick trap tonight!" She said with a giggle and a jiggle. She was six feet four inches of pure uncut hourglass fuck meat.
This is….different….but also not it.
The spirit dove back into the depths of the ocean. He looked at countless worlds. Countless pasts. Countless futures. He found his own eventually. The path to locating his home was long and twisting. The ocean of time and space was deep and dark, with currents that could cast the unwary adrift at any moment.
He opened his eyes and looked at the four gathered before him. They were all nude and seated around a five person Pai Sho board. The pieces would move on their own. The players could give a few moves of their own. But they could not touch the pieces themselves.
Only influence. Aang looked at Hakoda, the older man who could have been chief. Then towards Lu Ten, the young man who would never be Fire Lord.
"You said you would not recognize me when you saw me again. Do you know who I am?" Hakoda said purposefully. Aang looked at Hakoda and then at Lu Ten.
"I said that?"
"To me as well Avatar." Aang rubbed his chin. He didn't recall saying that. In fact most of his time in The Dreaming felt…vague…undefined….As if it hadn't actually happened.
He recognized neither. But he knew them. Hakoda had been the man who taught him to fish. Hakoda had taught him how to carve a betrothal necklace. Hakoda had been the man who'd killed him. Hakoda had been the evil conqueror from the frozen wastes….But Aang didn't know him. Just what he could have been. In a different life.
And Lu Ten…He had been the little brother Aang didn't know he needed. He had been the iron smith in the walled cities of Ba Sing Se. He had been the sickly inbred royal who sat on a throne of deceit and blood. And yet Aang didn't know him either. All he knew was they were as adrift as him. But also tied to him, they were students in this place as well.
"It's all very confusing. And the fact that I can't hold onto any of it makes learning all the harder." Aang glared at Raava. She giggled and floated to sit down criss cross closer to him.
"Avatar do you remember when you took your first steps?" Aang shook his head.
"So you do not remember when you first learned how to walk?"
"Don't be ridiculous, how could I know that? How could I remember that?"
"Just because you don't remember your lessons doesn't mean they cease to exist. You do not recall your first step. Yet you run. You do not remember your first meal. Yet you can feed yourself. You do no recall your first flight, but you are a fine Air Bender. These lessons that you took from The Dreaming will not remain in your head. But you have found out much in a short amount of time. Have you found your question? Have you discovered your lesson?"
Aang sighed, school stuff. He hated school stuff. He learned better by just going and doing.
"What I learned….in all the universe's that I visited, and there were multitude, is that there were some constants. The universes don't mirror each other exactly. But they do rhyme. It's almost like a poem. There is an Avatar, and the teachers, the threat, and the balance. I need to find what went wrong with the balance in this world. In my world. And I need to fix it." Raava nodded sagely. Her breasts were truly a magnificent sight to see. Like enormous moon's that filled out the entire universe. He wondered absentmindedly if they lactated.
"So did you find your answer?" Vaatu said with a smug grin. Her hair was flowing in the nonexistent breeze. Her nostrils flared threateningly at him. Her eyes were great billowing flames. But she did not scare him. She was dangerous, but the same way a fed tiger seal was dangerous. The teeth bit and the claws swiped, but they only did so if provoked.
"I've got to find my teachers. I've got to restore the balance. I've got to save the world." Aang said with a shrug. "I knew all of that stuff already though. Why did you four pull me out of the sky for this? I was probably going to do it anyway."
Lu Ten and Hakoda exchanged a look. As if they knew something he didn't. Vaatu cleared her throat awkwardly. Her large fingernails curled inward like a claw on some Lion Turtle's paw.
"Well…you see…" Vaatu began.
"Something has gone wrong in your world. Something has upset the natural order. If will be coming. Soon. At least soon for us. And we are not certain if you would be ready for it. We gave you this time to…practice. For your muscles, both spiritual and physical to prepare themselves for the grand tasks ahead."
Aang cocked his head. He thought he heard something. Something like a clicking sound. As if someone was chopping into something dense from very far away. Hakoda stood up, his erection an inch from Aang's face. The dick was a relatively modest looking dick. Especially compared to all of the other's he had recently seen. Or thought he'd seen. Much like a memory of a dream the images that had been so vivid a moment ago were fading.
"Can you tell me…all of those universes…why was there so much sex?" Aang asked in confusion. Vaatu let out a great big belly laugh and slapped her knees.
"Oh that's just the natural state of the dimensions. Sex and lewdness is actually the default. Anyone who tells you otherwise is simply lying. Just rejoice in the fact you are in one that has a bit of self restraint. There are some where nothing gets done but pure unapologetic rutting. Like monkey rabbits in heat. Rutting all the time. We watch those for a good laugh now and again." Vaatu shook her head, entire body wobbling. "Although the original seed that grew us all is relatively benign."
"Innocent even." Raava interjected. "But that's not important right now. Avatar, you shall have some difficulty mastering all of the elements. We have given you all of the help that we can. The rest in the physical world will be up to you. We shall attempt to intercede only when your life is on the line."
"I still don't see why you can't just tell me what I need to do. Why do I have to go back into the world and start all over again? Why won't you just give me the answers? Why did I need to see everything from the start? And all of those other universes? What did I learn from all of it?" Aang complained.
He looked around in surprise. Did the entire universe just sort of shiver? He felt like the entire universe had just sort of shivered. Like dropping a rock into a koi pond. He blinked. His eyes were cold and crusty, as if they had been frozen solid.
"Any lesson that must be stated is a moment that could be spent on quiet reflection. That words devalue the lessons we learn on account our actual actions mean more then anything our brains and tongues could put into the world. A lesson is flawed the moment it is spoken. If you wish to learn your lesson go out and live your life." Vaatu said with a kindly smile.
Aang blinked. Who had said that? He felt as if he knew who said that…
"But…at the same time you had to say it." Aang pointed out. Lu Ten let out a chuckle and shook his head in amazement.
"He is going to make a very interesting Avatar. I look forward to watching you Aang." Hakoda grunted and nodded his agreement. The two men clasped their hands on Aang's shoulders and walked off into the void. Off to follow their spirit
The world shivered again and he blinked. He was standing in the Dreaming. A place not in the Spirit World. A place not in the Physical world. A strange otherworldly place. A place far from all that was known.
Vaatu and Raava took their hands and stared down at him with severe looks on their faces. The world was dripping away, changing into a swirling storm of night. Or daylight? It was dark…then it wasn't…
There was light streaming down from above. But the light was odd, off, strangely blue and shimmering. As if he was gazing at water through glass. As if the world was shifting, changing, moving….
The world was shifting. The world was changing. The world was connected. The world wasn't just a single thing. The world was not just exclusively a single element. Not just….Water….Earth….Fire…or Air….
It was all of those things. It was all connected.
But those were just the bases right? There had to be more….There had to be even more connections….More blends
Keoza…who had Keoza been? She had taught him something…She had shown him Fire and Water can be used together….It made him wonder….
What else could be used together? What else could be blended? What else was connected.
A crack came from around him. Ice chips cracked onto the snow. And Aang cracked forwards out of his icy prison.
End of Book 2:The Decimated.
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. Please keep reviews relevant to the story. I enjoy questions/reviews/Talking about stories/future stories. In their relevant fics/fandoms.
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.
It's not that I am against ideas. I am against ideas not relevant to the story.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Editor's Note: Wait a second...that's it for the second book?
Creeply's Note: Yep. What did you think?
Editor's Note: Well if we are away from your crappy OC's then yes that's fine. By the way I've been meaning to ask you...what do they look like? Like body wise? You mentioned there are sort of smutty alternate universes. What do your folks look like?
Creeply's Note: Well...a mix of JayMarvel and EmmaBrave I guess? With a splish splash of Chillguydraws/Frostbiteboi? But the world isn't as lewd as JayMarvel's. Although smutty stuff does happen a good amount of time?
Editor's Note: So they fall out of their clothes or at least their clothes are very tight at the very least?
Creeply's Note: Yep.
Editor's Note: Well a faster update so that's good. I look forward to getting out of the time skip and back to the Fire Hazard kids. And hopefully they will be aged up too. Should be fun to see them again.
Creeply: Okay...promise not to get mad?
Editor's Note: No.
Creeply: Please?
Editor's Note: I'm going to be worse if you don't come out and tell me.
Creeply: I'm going on a mini hiatus. I've got to finish a few things. I want to get back to that Steven Universe and Owl House fics. And I need to finish a few things I promised people.
Editor's Note: A hiatus? Now? Just when it's about to get interesting?
Creeply: You mad?
Editor's Note: Just don't go to sleep tonight.
Creeply: Well hopefully it won't be too long.
Editor's Note: It had better not be.