ParadoxOCT, Explosion ProloguePrologue: Just what he always wanted.
It was dark: a dark dream of a tenebrous memory of a pitch-black past.
He could see nothing but the face of a man that was still alive, a man in military uniform that was a living testament to how powerful and ever present injustice always is... everywhere.
He himself was crying, loud. He was screaming in excruciating pain.
Deafening howls that are ignored by the testament of evil, as he talked to another man, this one was probably dead.
"He is improving."
"Relative to what, sir?"
"He only blew up his nails, this time. About time he didn't blow up a piece of his finger. I don't think this chamber could handle a few more o' those, do you?"
"Certainly not. But isn't there a better way to teach him control, sir? This seems inhumane?"
"No. He learns to control his power, while learning to bear with pain. Two birds with one stone, yes?"
"Obviously, doctor. Now call the healer, so Jake can try ag
Last AirBender, Book 4: Ch2:1Chapter 2 The Fire Princess Returns
Part 1: Hostages
In a dark room surrounded by nothing but darkness and a few candles, Zuko trained. He had learned from Iroh that other bending styles, from other countries, could be beneficial to fire-bending. So it was often that he practiced his self-taught stances and techniques. Despite that, was never able to master lightning, though in truth, he never really wanted too.
In all honesty, he was always proud he didn't rely on that upper echelon of fire bending. It was quickly associated to his sister and father, and he had strived so much to declare his independence from those two, to manifest the difference between them; his dreams, and the means he employed to fulfill them: all of them were different.
At the moment, he was practicing a style mixed with water-bending. He had not succeeded at it yet, but it was his aim to be able to do with fire what he did with lightning. It was his aim to reach a bending style th
Last AirBender, Book 4: Ch1:3Chapter 1: 4 years later...
Part 3 A sane madness.
A Man's mind is a very special thing. Manipulative and easy to be manipulated, complex in essence and simple in practice. With its ability to comprehend, and inability to understand indeed, a number of cultures consider the mad, geniuses, thinking that their abnormal points of view and attitudes are a sign of a higher understanding of things. Many think Man's insanity is actually manifested by the majority, and that the minority of pre-established insane, are the truly sane ones.
Lee was a Fire Nation prison guard. He had heard these thoughts from general Iroh, and at the time he thought it was one more foolish blabber from a disgusting long-lost crazy man. But Iroh wasn't crazy, and since he had escaped, Lee had thought much on the subject.
He had the task of guarding a very dangerous and demented criminal, at a mental facility. And after he botched his job as Iroh's prison guard, he couldn't possib
Last AirBender, Book 4: Ch1:2Chapter 1: 4 years later...
Part 2 - The Fire Lordship.
Man's problems are hardly ever outside of oneself, but within. Problems that are not apparent, problems that can simply and continuously erode away at him, hidden from the naked eye until one day, they spontaneously combust, and burn him so hot he can't help but channel it all outside...and just accept whatever happens then, as collateral.
"Welcome back, Lord."
Zuko nodded at the diligent butler, handing him his over-coat and head-piece. The servant, bowed down, grabbed both items and retreated, signaling someone to go off for some purpose. Zuko had grown into a strong man in the past few years. He had grown a beard, shaped as a spike, and his scar was as noticeable as ever. But even under his royal clothes, he was evidently in shape. It was obvious he employed more proficiency and zeal on its maintenance than anyone else.
But despite his physical shape, he was far from well. Ever since he beat Azula a
Last AirBender, Book 4: Ch1:1Chapter 1: 4 years later...
Part 1 A Marriage.
Man's capacity to inflict destruction is ever evident and outrageous. But it is only when he creates, and builds, that we truly see the potential within: unique and vast.
The Southern water tribe had indeed flourished in the few years of peace that followed Sozin's Comet's pass. These had been years of recuperation, and the Northern water tribe's water benders had helped quite a bit, and when it was time for them to return, some still stayed as immigrants.
Water benders who had stayed exile or lost, across the world, had also converged and returned home; though few in number, it was an unexpected blessing to some mothers, and a much needed raise to the tribe's moral.
The Southern Water Tribe was a village again, a large and thriving village with actual buildings, walls and playgrounds. It was still a s