Post by Teяa253 on Sept 12, 2008 7:30:11 GMT 1
the 3rd installment in my "The Order of the Avatar Slayer" series.
This one switches viewpoints to that of a young airbender named Mulan. she looks a lot like Yangchen, except she's carrying around a child that's only a month or so away from birth.
CHAPTER 3: FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS
Everything had turned around so quickly. Mulan was so surprised that her husband had been that shallow—or so it seemed. All because she was not going to join The Order of the Avatar Slayer; was her husband mad?
Mulan was pondering these things and trying to get to the next earth kingdom city. It was not very far, and her husband Ju Long had gone back to their village, to which she could no longer go, so she was heading for the next town. Everyone who met her said she looked like Avatar Yangchen of old. After all, Mulan was an airbender. She was still wondering where she—or he—had gone wrong.
“The world is changing,” Ju Long told her. This conversation had only happened but a few minutes prior; “what are we going to do about it,”
“What can a young earthbender and a pregnant airbender do alone,” Mulan replied, “we need to join the Avatar Guard and stop this madness”
“The Avatar Guard,” Ju Long Exclaimed, “no, sweetie, we must join forces with the Order of the Avatar Slayer. They are here to correct the wrongs of this world.”
“Honestly,” Mulan laughed, “If you’re going to play jokes on me only joke about something that’s not so dark.”
“Joke,” Ju Long exclaimed, “that’s what you think this is?”
“Aye; you honestly can’t be serious about joining them.”
“How can you not be?”
“Look at their name, Ju Long; “Avatar Slayer”. The avatar protects and keeps balance in the world. Why would they want to take him or her out of it? It’s like... it just shouldn’t be done.”
“Does anyone even know who the avatar is anymore, Mulan?”
Mulan had no answer for this.
“I am sorry Ju Long,” said Mulan, “but I cannot and will not be a part of this treachery and madness.”
“Then I no longer know you.” Ju Long replied bluntly. The Order is my past, present, and future, and I will not abandon it for you.”
“Will you not even abandon it for our child?” Mulan exclaimed, looking down at her stomach. She had been pregnant almost 8 months, and so she could end up delivering the child at any time.
“Our child,” Mulan said, “not my child, OUR child.”
“By abandoning me,” he said to her, clasping her shoulders, “you have taken our child from me as well. It is no longer my concern either.”
The graceful airbender stared Ju Long in the eyes, hers piercing into his, and yet they were starting to water.
“Who are you?” she asked, “you are not the man I married a year ago.”
Ju Long said nothing. He turned around and began heading back to the village from whence they had come. Mulan turned to follow, but he drew a sword and pointed it at her chest—at her child. Mulan stepped back in shock, and said nothing. Her husband had just flat-out betrayed her. She turned around and began to make her way towards the next city, which was called Fengtai.
It was a decent sized city that was relatively new—at least in comparison to Ba Sing Se. It had only been around 1000 years or so; which means it had not been there during the 100 Year War.
However, there were several smaller cities and a monorail system that originated in Ba Sing Se, but the people of Ba Sing Se had since built an expansion that led to Fengtai.
Mulan eventually made it there, (still with the thought of her husband on her mind) and was welcomed like anyone else would. Her bright orange clothing stood out amongst all the different shades of green, but occasionally Mulan would also see blue from the Water Tribe and red from the Fire Nation instead of just the usually Earth Kingdom green.
Mulan went into a local tavern and ordered herself some tea. She found herself sitting next to a really tough-looking woman with scraggly light brown hair. She was wearing a lime green hat and light jacket, a deep green skirt that nearly went to her ankles, a wide gold necklace with red gems inside it, gold earrings, and there were veins of yellow in the dark gloves she wore that looked also like gold. This woman was obviously from a rich family.
However, the gold was the only giveaway, because this woman did not dress like those elegant women that were known to be rich. The woman was barefoot, had rough, tanned skin, and wore her jacket open, revealing her stomach. She had white binding over the part of her chest she generally did not display to the public.
This woman looked like she had been carved out of stone—by someone who likely normally would carve statues of men rather than women. The woman’s stomach muscles showed clearly, and on one of them was a marking that looked like a jagged Z. Mulan watched her down several drinks and then belch loudly. Mulan moved an inch or two away from her.
“Oh,” she muttered off-handedly, “are you afraid of me or something?”
“No,” Mulan replied honestly, “but that belch hurt my ears.”
“Eh,” she shrugged, “it’ll happen. I guess it’s just me paying respects to The Order of the Avatar Slayer.”
“You do realize that there are people who support that group all around you, don’t you, lady?” said one of the men from behind her
“Aye,” the woman replied, unfazed, “and if any of you wimps wants to try me we can take it outside where I can introduce you to your two worst nightmares—my left and right fists.”
No one said anything after that, and the woman turned back to Mulan.
“Honestly, if the Order actually thinks they’re gonna be able to knock down the avatar, they’ll have to bring their leaders to find him themselves. He’s a strong one, the avatar is.”
“Do you know who she is?” Mulan asked,
“I do in fact,” the woman replied, “She’s a pretty powerful woman herself. The Order’s gonna have a hard time fighting her.”
“Wait,” Mulan exclaimed, “you just said that the avatar was a man, and now you’re saying that he’s a woman.”
“I said no such thing,” the woman laughed,
“Yes you did,” Mulan replied, taking a sip of her tea, “you said—”
“I said nothing of that such,” the woman responded, “I haven’t had enough ale for that yet. So here, buy me another one. Keep whatever is left.”
Mulan received a gold coin that was incredibly valuable. These were most often seen only used by the royal families of each nation, so Mulan assumed that she might have connections with them.
Whether it was the former Earth Queen or the new one Mulan didn’t know, but she didn’t want to take any changes. She bought the woman the drink she wanted, and received a lot of money as change.
“Are you sure you don’t want your money?” Mulan asked. Being an airbender, honesty was one of the virtues she was taught.”
‘Nah, you can keep it, Yangchen,” the woman shrugged, “if I go broke then I must have done something wrong.”
“You just called me Yangchen,” Mulan exclaimed,
“Well,” the woman replied, “I AM drunk, and you DO look quite a bit like her. But I guess I should get your name right. What is it?”
“Mulan,” Mulan replied, “and what is yours if I may ask?”
“You can call me Zak,” the woman replied, “short for something else, but according to “The Order” I’m not allowed to even say my own name.”
“Why is that,” Mulan asked,
“Because The Order is a bunch of idiots,” Zak replied, “it’s The Avatar Guard that’s gonna end up winning this war.”
“War,” Mulan exclaimed, “I didn’t know it had escalated into that,”
“Well,” Zak shrugged, “you probably wouldn’t, being an airbender and all. They’re the smart ones; staying out of all this mess.”
“Thank you, I guess,” Mulan shrugged,
“So is it a boy or a girl?” Zak asked.
Mulan could easily tell she was drunk. Of course, her unborn child was hard to hide being that close to birth,
“I don’t know,” Mulan replied, “it’s a complicated story.”
“Well,” said Zak, “I wouldn’t be telling it here. “The Order” might arrest you for it.”
Every time Zak said “The Order” she got a really sarcastic tone. The owner of the tavern must have been supporting The Order because he got up and got Zak’s attention.
“Excuse me ma’am,” he said bluntly, “but I am going to have to ask you to leave.”
Zak shrugged, and to Mulan’s surprise, she stood up. She slapped a gold coin onto the table for good measure, and strode out. She had elegance to her walk, and Mulan knew that although she was rough and crude, that she knew how to properly behave. Mulan finished her tea (she had paid for it before she received it) and went outside.
Luckily, Zak was just loitering outside the building, for Mulan had wanted to talk with her.
“Ah,” Zak exclaimed, “my little airbender friend...”
Mulan said nothing, but sat down next to her.
“Zak,” she said “I have a question,”
“Fire away,” Zak shrugged,
“What do you know about The Avatar Guard?” she asked,
“I know everything about it,” Zak replied, “I’m in it. I would have asked you if you wanted to join, but inside that tavern was not the place.”
“So right outside the walls of the same tavern IS the right place?” Mulan chuckled,
“Aye,” Zak laughed, “that be correct. Anyways, if you say yes, then we’re off to Ba Sing Se. if not, then I may have to hit you—hard.”
Mulan did not feel threatened at all by this. She had wanted to join them long ago, but was only now offered the opportunity. However, Zak’s stupidity soon cost them. Right as they got up, they were surrounded.
“Get ready to fight,” Zak muttered, “Fight for Your Beliefs”
~Azula~
This one switches viewpoints to that of a young airbender named Mulan. she looks a lot like Yangchen, except she's carrying around a child that's only a month or so away from birth.
CHAPTER 3: FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS
Everything had turned around so quickly. Mulan was so surprised that her husband had been that shallow—or so it seemed. All because she was not going to join The Order of the Avatar Slayer; was her husband mad?
Mulan was pondering these things and trying to get to the next earth kingdom city. It was not very far, and her husband Ju Long had gone back to their village, to which she could no longer go, so she was heading for the next town. Everyone who met her said she looked like Avatar Yangchen of old. After all, Mulan was an airbender. She was still wondering where she—or he—had gone wrong.
“The world is changing,” Ju Long told her. This conversation had only happened but a few minutes prior; “what are we going to do about it,”
“What can a young earthbender and a pregnant airbender do alone,” Mulan replied, “we need to join the Avatar Guard and stop this madness”
“The Avatar Guard,” Ju Long Exclaimed, “no, sweetie, we must join forces with the Order of the Avatar Slayer. They are here to correct the wrongs of this world.”
“Honestly,” Mulan laughed, “If you’re going to play jokes on me only joke about something that’s not so dark.”
“Joke,” Ju Long exclaimed, “that’s what you think this is?”
“Aye; you honestly can’t be serious about joining them.”
“How can you not be?”
“Look at their name, Ju Long; “Avatar Slayer”. The avatar protects and keeps balance in the world. Why would they want to take him or her out of it? It’s like... it just shouldn’t be done.”
“Does anyone even know who the avatar is anymore, Mulan?”
Mulan had no answer for this.
“I am sorry Ju Long,” said Mulan, “but I cannot and will not be a part of this treachery and madness.”
“Then I no longer know you.” Ju Long replied bluntly. The Order is my past, present, and future, and I will not abandon it for you.”
“Will you not even abandon it for our child?” Mulan exclaimed, looking down at her stomach. She had been pregnant almost 8 months, and so she could end up delivering the child at any time.
“Our child,” Mulan said, “not my child, OUR child.”
“By abandoning me,” he said to her, clasping her shoulders, “you have taken our child from me as well. It is no longer my concern either.”
The graceful airbender stared Ju Long in the eyes, hers piercing into his, and yet they were starting to water.
“Who are you?” she asked, “you are not the man I married a year ago.”
Ju Long said nothing. He turned around and began heading back to the village from whence they had come. Mulan turned to follow, but he drew a sword and pointed it at her chest—at her child. Mulan stepped back in shock, and said nothing. Her husband had just flat-out betrayed her. She turned around and began to make her way towards the next city, which was called Fengtai.
It was a decent sized city that was relatively new—at least in comparison to Ba Sing Se. It had only been around 1000 years or so; which means it had not been there during the 100 Year War.
However, there were several smaller cities and a monorail system that originated in Ba Sing Se, but the people of Ba Sing Se had since built an expansion that led to Fengtai.
Mulan eventually made it there, (still with the thought of her husband on her mind) and was welcomed like anyone else would. Her bright orange clothing stood out amongst all the different shades of green, but occasionally Mulan would also see blue from the Water Tribe and red from the Fire Nation instead of just the usually Earth Kingdom green.
Mulan went into a local tavern and ordered herself some tea. She found herself sitting next to a really tough-looking woman with scraggly light brown hair. She was wearing a lime green hat and light jacket, a deep green skirt that nearly went to her ankles, a wide gold necklace with red gems inside it, gold earrings, and there were veins of yellow in the dark gloves she wore that looked also like gold. This woman was obviously from a rich family.
However, the gold was the only giveaway, because this woman did not dress like those elegant women that were known to be rich. The woman was barefoot, had rough, tanned skin, and wore her jacket open, revealing her stomach. She had white binding over the part of her chest she generally did not display to the public.
This woman looked like she had been carved out of stone—by someone who likely normally would carve statues of men rather than women. The woman’s stomach muscles showed clearly, and on one of them was a marking that looked like a jagged Z. Mulan watched her down several drinks and then belch loudly. Mulan moved an inch or two away from her.
“Oh,” she muttered off-handedly, “are you afraid of me or something?”
“No,” Mulan replied honestly, “but that belch hurt my ears.”
“Eh,” she shrugged, “it’ll happen. I guess it’s just me paying respects to The Order of the Avatar Slayer.”
“You do realize that there are people who support that group all around you, don’t you, lady?” said one of the men from behind her
“Aye,” the woman replied, unfazed, “and if any of you wimps wants to try me we can take it outside where I can introduce you to your two worst nightmares—my left and right fists.”
No one said anything after that, and the woman turned back to Mulan.
“Honestly, if the Order actually thinks they’re gonna be able to knock down the avatar, they’ll have to bring their leaders to find him themselves. He’s a strong one, the avatar is.”
“Do you know who she is?” Mulan asked,
“I do in fact,” the woman replied, “She’s a pretty powerful woman herself. The Order’s gonna have a hard time fighting her.”
“Wait,” Mulan exclaimed, “you just said that the avatar was a man, and now you’re saying that he’s a woman.”
“I said no such thing,” the woman laughed,
“Yes you did,” Mulan replied, taking a sip of her tea, “you said—”
“I said nothing of that such,” the woman responded, “I haven’t had enough ale for that yet. So here, buy me another one. Keep whatever is left.”
Mulan received a gold coin that was incredibly valuable. These were most often seen only used by the royal families of each nation, so Mulan assumed that she might have connections with them.
Whether it was the former Earth Queen or the new one Mulan didn’t know, but she didn’t want to take any changes. She bought the woman the drink she wanted, and received a lot of money as change.
“Are you sure you don’t want your money?” Mulan asked. Being an airbender, honesty was one of the virtues she was taught.”
‘Nah, you can keep it, Yangchen,” the woman shrugged, “if I go broke then I must have done something wrong.”
“You just called me Yangchen,” Mulan exclaimed,
“Well,” the woman replied, “I AM drunk, and you DO look quite a bit like her. But I guess I should get your name right. What is it?”
“Mulan,” Mulan replied, “and what is yours if I may ask?”
“You can call me Zak,” the woman replied, “short for something else, but according to “The Order” I’m not allowed to even say my own name.”
“Why is that,” Mulan asked,
“Because The Order is a bunch of idiots,” Zak replied, “it’s The Avatar Guard that’s gonna end up winning this war.”
“War,” Mulan exclaimed, “I didn’t know it had escalated into that,”
“Well,” Zak shrugged, “you probably wouldn’t, being an airbender and all. They’re the smart ones; staying out of all this mess.”
“Thank you, I guess,” Mulan shrugged,
“So is it a boy or a girl?” Zak asked.
Mulan could easily tell she was drunk. Of course, her unborn child was hard to hide being that close to birth,
“I don’t know,” Mulan replied, “it’s a complicated story.”
“Well,” said Zak, “I wouldn’t be telling it here. “The Order” might arrest you for it.”
Every time Zak said “The Order” she got a really sarcastic tone. The owner of the tavern must have been supporting The Order because he got up and got Zak’s attention.
“Excuse me ma’am,” he said bluntly, “but I am going to have to ask you to leave.”
Zak shrugged, and to Mulan’s surprise, she stood up. She slapped a gold coin onto the table for good measure, and strode out. She had elegance to her walk, and Mulan knew that although she was rough and crude, that she knew how to properly behave. Mulan finished her tea (she had paid for it before she received it) and went outside.
Luckily, Zak was just loitering outside the building, for Mulan had wanted to talk with her.
“Ah,” Zak exclaimed, “my little airbender friend...”
Mulan said nothing, but sat down next to her.
“Zak,” she said “I have a question,”
“Fire away,” Zak shrugged,
“What do you know about The Avatar Guard?” she asked,
“I know everything about it,” Zak replied, “I’m in it. I would have asked you if you wanted to join, but inside that tavern was not the place.”
“So right outside the walls of the same tavern IS the right place?” Mulan chuckled,
“Aye,” Zak laughed, “that be correct. Anyways, if you say yes, then we’re off to Ba Sing Se. if not, then I may have to hit you—hard.”
Mulan did not feel threatened at all by this. She had wanted to join them long ago, but was only now offered the opportunity. However, Zak’s stupidity soon cost them. Right as they got up, they were surrounded.
“Get ready to fight,” Zak muttered, “Fight for Your Beliefs”
~Azula~
