Post by Teяa253 on Oct 17, 2008 2:24:57 GMT 1
omg are those really the last words of the chapter?
SPOILER: yes they are. deal with it.
Order of the Avatar Slayer. chapter 14 be this fic...
CHAPTER 14: ZAKURA'S TURNING POINT
Zakura was deep in thought, something that she seldom did. It seemed to be the dawning of what exactly the term “avatar” meant to her. She was muttering to herself, just wandering around down the halls of their lair. She didn’t figure anyone would be awake, but actually sort of hoped to find one of the older people awake. She wanted to talk to them. She normally would have just hit them to wake them up or something, but tonight she just didn’t feel up for it.
“What do they expect,” she muttered, “they can’t honestly expect me to be running all over the place saving the freaking world every opportunity that arises. I refuse to comply if that’s the case.”
Additionally, the story Lahka had told her about Xin Shing and what his group was going to try and do to the avatar also frustrated her. This war was over Avatar Lahka’s existence, and now that he had passed on, it was over her existence. So all in all, it wasn’t over Lahka’s existence, but the existence of the avatar him or herself.
“A whole war over me,” she muttered, “and yet I could have had a normal life if I had just kept my talents hidden. Why did they want to do that to me? They were earthbenders too—they were and are the Earth King and Queen. Why did they want me not to be like them? They were trying to hold me back. Surely they didn’t know I was the avatar—I didn’t either until after I left. Considering the things they said that they and Xin Shing were going to do to the avatar—and the fact that they told me...” she paused and grumbled.
“What makes me so different,” she yelled; luckily she was at an end of their hideout where few people were sleeping, and those that were sleeping here (Lehran, Altina, and Sanaki) could sleep through a hurricane. However, there was someone else awake and wandering. Zakura felt a hand on her shoulder.
“You are different because you are the avatar, Zakura,” said the voice. It was old-sounding and raspy—this was Koara.
“So what,” said Zakura, leaning on her hands, which were on the walls of the balcony overlooking the main “lounge”; The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors of this hideout had circular hallways that surrounded the main lounge, and thus were balconies as well.
“You are the spirit of this world in human form,” Koara replied, “that is what. It is nothing to be ashamed of, young avatar.”
“You’d know,” Zakura spat, “ever been one?”
“Zakura,” said Koara, “I was a supporter of The Avatar Guard before you were even born. I can tell when they have a problem. Come, let us sit down. You can tell me everything, Zakura. Lahka used to come to me when he had problems.”
“Hold it,” said Zakura, “Lahka was 115 when he died, meaning that if he were still alive he’d be 138. You’re 93, so that means you were 45 years younger than he was. How does that work?”
“Age does not grant wisdom, Zakura,” said Koara, “it implies it, but guarantees nothing. In fact, the other day, that young blind girl shared with me a piece of profound wisdom. What I am saying is that it can come from anywhere. Avatar Lahka turned to me a lot because I was able to understand his problems. It wasn’t just because he was from the Water Tribe. We first met when I was 19.”
“He was 64 when he came to a 19-year-old girl for help,” Zakura exclaimed, “that’s ridiculous,”
“And yet it is what he did,” Koara replied calmly. “He acknowledged that the avatar was not perfect either. Zakura, you’re not as different from them as you think. Come, let us go over here and sit down. Tell me anything you want to. Just let it all out.”
Zakura followed Koara over and sat down in front of her so that her back was to Koara. Using waterbending, Koara began massaging Zakura’s back and shoulders, as in her old age, Koara was not as strong as she used to be, and Zakura was much more muscular then your average person.
“Let it out, Zakura,” said Koara calmly, her hands not actually coming in contact with Zakura’s skin, but rather she was letting her water do the trick. Zakura suddenly raised her fist and jammed it right into the floor, leaving a huge dent there. It might have helped that even though she was sans her hat and jacket that she still had her gloves on, and those happened to be plated at the knuckles—and this helped when she broke people’s jaws. Nonetheless, Zakura said nothing.
“Zakura,” said Koara, “I’m not going to stop nagging you until you let it out. I’m here to listen to you. There is always someone who can understand your problems. I plan to try my best.”
Zakura growled. “Fine,” she snapped, “it’s the way I’m treated; the way I’ve been treated; what I’m going to have to end up doing. So what that I’m the avatar; why does it mean so much to The Order that they get rid of me?”
“Because they want control,” Koara replied, “they don’t want to have to go knowing that there is someone out there to put them into their place.”
“So why aren’t they after Alz, Shin, Ike, and Zinj?” Zakura asked,
“Because they can overpower them,” Koara replied, “none of them have the avatar state. You are the most powerful single person in the world.”
“I just don’t see why we can’t all get along.” Zakura grumbled, “I don’t care how powerful I am. I just want to be able to do what I want. If Xin Shing just left me alone none of this would have to happen. The only reason I hate him is because he hates Me.” she paused. “When someone hates me I give them a REASON to hate Me.” she roared, punching her fist into her palm upon saying the word ‘reason’.
“You have all right to bring Xin Shing down,” said another voice from behind them. Zakura and Koara turned and saw that it was Mulan.
“What are you doing up at this hour,” Koara asked,
“Illness as usual,” Mulan replied, but then turned to Zakura, “Zakura, you must bring him down. He is mad with power. It might have been his grandfather that started The Order of the Avatar Slayer, but he is taking it to an entirely new level. It is a tactic I had heard him talk about when I met him 10 years ago, but I never expected that he would actually follow through with it.”
“Hold,” Zakura exclaimed, “you’ve met Xin Shing,”
“Aye,” Mulan replied, “I encountered him on my 16th birthday. He would frequent the Western Air Temple, for that was where Lahka passed away. It was like it haunted him. Naturally none of us Air Sisters dared try to stop him, and he never did any real harm. He did often times try to intimidate us and bring us to his side. The Air Nomads are the only race that is not really divided. There are a few such as Xin Shing himself, but for the most part they are united.”
“What exactly did he do to you,” Zakura asked,
“Nothing permanent,” Mulan replied, “but he somehow had blood on his hand, and he smeared it on the side of my face.”
“Think, my young friend,” said Xin Shing, smearing blood on the left side of Mulan’s face, “this could be the blood of your sisters if you refuse to join me.”
“You would recruit a child to your war,” Mulan exclaimed; she knew that she shouldn’t run nor say anything to offend him, as he had caught Mulan by herself. Mulan knew that Xin Shing was not about to take on a temple full of airbenders, for he was outnumbered.
“Aye,” Xin Shing replied seductively, “any young bending master would be of great worth to me.”
He put his two fingers on the arrow on Mulan’s forehead.
“Then again,” he said, “you’re resemblance to avatar Yangchen in her earlier years might make me want to kill you. Stay light on your feet, young airbender. You never know when my clan will find that Earth Kingdom baby; until then, adieu.”
“He did that to you,” Zakura exclaimed,
“Aye,” Mulan replied, “but that’s not the only reason I want you to bring him down, Avatar Zakura. He is beginning to exploit children for his cause—many of them are around 14 or 15, but some are as young as 9. Anyone who is a talented bender he seduces.”
Zakura clenched her fist.
“That,” she said through gritted teeth, “is where I draw the line, Xin Shing. Children of that age should never be forced into combat, especially since I’m pretty sure you didn’t tell them what they’re fighting for. That is low. Koara, Mulan, there is only one way to immediately retaliate, and we have to do it.”
“And what way is this,” Koara asked calmly, for although this angered her, she did not express it;
“We have to recruit them as well,” Zakura replied, “anyone we can save from his grasp.”
“But then we are hypocritical,” said Koara, “for that is what you are after him about,”
“Not so,” said Zakura, “we just need to keep them AWAY from combat. I doubt there are an incredibly huge amount of powerful young benders that he will seek—any he finds will be prodigies, and will thus be dangerous. It’s time that rule about being 18 goes. They have taken it that far.” None of the others said anything, but they figured that something was with Zakura. This night was called Zakura’s Turning Point.
~Azula~
SPOILER: yes they are. deal with it.
Order of the Avatar Slayer. chapter 14 be this fic...
CHAPTER 14: ZAKURA'S TURNING POINT
Zakura was deep in thought, something that she seldom did. It seemed to be the dawning of what exactly the term “avatar” meant to her. She was muttering to herself, just wandering around down the halls of their lair. She didn’t figure anyone would be awake, but actually sort of hoped to find one of the older people awake. She wanted to talk to them. She normally would have just hit them to wake them up or something, but tonight she just didn’t feel up for it.
“What do they expect,” she muttered, “they can’t honestly expect me to be running all over the place saving the freaking world every opportunity that arises. I refuse to comply if that’s the case.”
Additionally, the story Lahka had told her about Xin Shing and what his group was going to try and do to the avatar also frustrated her. This war was over Avatar Lahka’s existence, and now that he had passed on, it was over her existence. So all in all, it wasn’t over Lahka’s existence, but the existence of the avatar him or herself.
“A whole war over me,” she muttered, “and yet I could have had a normal life if I had just kept my talents hidden. Why did they want to do that to me? They were earthbenders too—they were and are the Earth King and Queen. Why did they want me not to be like them? They were trying to hold me back. Surely they didn’t know I was the avatar—I didn’t either until after I left. Considering the things they said that they and Xin Shing were going to do to the avatar—and the fact that they told me...” she paused and grumbled.
“What makes me so different,” she yelled; luckily she was at an end of their hideout where few people were sleeping, and those that were sleeping here (Lehran, Altina, and Sanaki) could sleep through a hurricane. However, there was someone else awake and wandering. Zakura felt a hand on her shoulder.
“You are different because you are the avatar, Zakura,” said the voice. It was old-sounding and raspy—this was Koara.
“So what,” said Zakura, leaning on her hands, which were on the walls of the balcony overlooking the main “lounge”; The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors of this hideout had circular hallways that surrounded the main lounge, and thus were balconies as well.
“You are the spirit of this world in human form,” Koara replied, “that is what. It is nothing to be ashamed of, young avatar.”
“You’d know,” Zakura spat, “ever been one?”
“Zakura,” said Koara, “I was a supporter of The Avatar Guard before you were even born. I can tell when they have a problem. Come, let us sit down. You can tell me everything, Zakura. Lahka used to come to me when he had problems.”
“Hold it,” said Zakura, “Lahka was 115 when he died, meaning that if he were still alive he’d be 138. You’re 93, so that means you were 45 years younger than he was. How does that work?”
“Age does not grant wisdom, Zakura,” said Koara, “it implies it, but guarantees nothing. In fact, the other day, that young blind girl shared with me a piece of profound wisdom. What I am saying is that it can come from anywhere. Avatar Lahka turned to me a lot because I was able to understand his problems. It wasn’t just because he was from the Water Tribe. We first met when I was 19.”
“He was 64 when he came to a 19-year-old girl for help,” Zakura exclaimed, “that’s ridiculous,”
“And yet it is what he did,” Koara replied calmly. “He acknowledged that the avatar was not perfect either. Zakura, you’re not as different from them as you think. Come, let us go over here and sit down. Tell me anything you want to. Just let it all out.”
Zakura followed Koara over and sat down in front of her so that her back was to Koara. Using waterbending, Koara began massaging Zakura’s back and shoulders, as in her old age, Koara was not as strong as she used to be, and Zakura was much more muscular then your average person.
“Let it out, Zakura,” said Koara calmly, her hands not actually coming in contact with Zakura’s skin, but rather she was letting her water do the trick. Zakura suddenly raised her fist and jammed it right into the floor, leaving a huge dent there. It might have helped that even though she was sans her hat and jacket that she still had her gloves on, and those happened to be plated at the knuckles—and this helped when she broke people’s jaws. Nonetheless, Zakura said nothing.
“Zakura,” said Koara, “I’m not going to stop nagging you until you let it out. I’m here to listen to you. There is always someone who can understand your problems. I plan to try my best.”
Zakura growled. “Fine,” she snapped, “it’s the way I’m treated; the way I’ve been treated; what I’m going to have to end up doing. So what that I’m the avatar; why does it mean so much to The Order that they get rid of me?”
“Because they want control,” Koara replied, “they don’t want to have to go knowing that there is someone out there to put them into their place.”
“So why aren’t they after Alz, Shin, Ike, and Zinj?” Zakura asked,
“Because they can overpower them,” Koara replied, “none of them have the avatar state. You are the most powerful single person in the world.”
“I just don’t see why we can’t all get along.” Zakura grumbled, “I don’t care how powerful I am. I just want to be able to do what I want. If Xin Shing just left me alone none of this would have to happen. The only reason I hate him is because he hates Me.” she paused. “When someone hates me I give them a REASON to hate Me.” she roared, punching her fist into her palm upon saying the word ‘reason’.
“You have all right to bring Xin Shing down,” said another voice from behind them. Zakura and Koara turned and saw that it was Mulan.
“What are you doing up at this hour,” Koara asked,
“Illness as usual,” Mulan replied, but then turned to Zakura, “Zakura, you must bring him down. He is mad with power. It might have been his grandfather that started The Order of the Avatar Slayer, but he is taking it to an entirely new level. It is a tactic I had heard him talk about when I met him 10 years ago, but I never expected that he would actually follow through with it.”
“Hold,” Zakura exclaimed, “you’ve met Xin Shing,”
“Aye,” Mulan replied, “I encountered him on my 16th birthday. He would frequent the Western Air Temple, for that was where Lahka passed away. It was like it haunted him. Naturally none of us Air Sisters dared try to stop him, and he never did any real harm. He did often times try to intimidate us and bring us to his side. The Air Nomads are the only race that is not really divided. There are a few such as Xin Shing himself, but for the most part they are united.”
“What exactly did he do to you,” Zakura asked,
“Nothing permanent,” Mulan replied, “but he somehow had blood on his hand, and he smeared it on the side of my face.”
“Think, my young friend,” said Xin Shing, smearing blood on the left side of Mulan’s face, “this could be the blood of your sisters if you refuse to join me.”
“You would recruit a child to your war,” Mulan exclaimed; she knew that she shouldn’t run nor say anything to offend him, as he had caught Mulan by herself. Mulan knew that Xin Shing was not about to take on a temple full of airbenders, for he was outnumbered.
“Aye,” Xin Shing replied seductively, “any young bending master would be of great worth to me.”
He put his two fingers on the arrow on Mulan’s forehead.
“Then again,” he said, “you’re resemblance to avatar Yangchen in her earlier years might make me want to kill you. Stay light on your feet, young airbender. You never know when my clan will find that Earth Kingdom baby; until then, adieu.”
“He did that to you,” Zakura exclaimed,
“Aye,” Mulan replied, “but that’s not the only reason I want you to bring him down, Avatar Zakura. He is beginning to exploit children for his cause—many of them are around 14 or 15, but some are as young as 9. Anyone who is a talented bender he seduces.”
Zakura clenched her fist.
“That,” she said through gritted teeth, “is where I draw the line, Xin Shing. Children of that age should never be forced into combat, especially since I’m pretty sure you didn’t tell them what they’re fighting for. That is low. Koara, Mulan, there is only one way to immediately retaliate, and we have to do it.”
“And what way is this,” Koara asked calmly, for although this angered her, she did not express it;
“We have to recruit them as well,” Zakura replied, “anyone we can save from his grasp.”
“But then we are hypocritical,” said Koara, “for that is what you are after him about,”
“Not so,” said Zakura, “we just need to keep them AWAY from combat. I doubt there are an incredibly huge amount of powerful young benders that he will seek—any he finds will be prodigies, and will thus be dangerous. It’s time that rule about being 18 goes. They have taken it that far.” None of the others said anything, but they figured that something was with Zakura. This night was called Zakura’s Turning Point.
~Azula~
