Post by Teяa253 on Apr 8, 2009 6:06:04 GMT 1
the chapter title does not lie.
the 98th chapter of my series. This is where it all boils down, and where we find out what happened AFTER everything went down in smoke.
so yeh, enjoy.
CHAPTER 98: THE WAR WAS OVER
Zakura’s Elite all looked back at the tower, though it was not falling. There was a moment of silence.
“All of this war,” Zakura muttered, though she did so loud enough for everyone else to hear her, “all of this hatred—all caused by one woman’s actions over 700 years ago.”
“The world is a very strange place,” Royota remarked, “It is not our duty to try and decide how Order and Chaos try to balance each other, but rather, to ensure that they stay balanced.”
“Xin Shing was just another man,” Zakura replied, “he had dreams just like the rest of us. Like Zuroc though, he wanted to take his to an international level, and force them upon us all.”
“So,” said Azula, changing the subject slightly, “where do we go now? What do we do now that this madness is over? Surely news of Xin Shing’s downfall will spread like wildfire.”
“he was what kept most of The Order running,” Orzon remarked, “without him, they will probably go back into the shadows and into hiding, awaiting the next warlord with enough influence to lead them. The Order of the Avatar Slayer will never fully disappear.”
“A good way to analogize it,” Katara added, “would be to compare it my chi energy. It is impossible for me to get rid of it, and similarly, it is impossible for me to gain perfect control over it. However, if I try hard enough, I can keep it under control. The Order is the same way.”
“That is what I intend to do,” Zakura declared, “The world will be restored back to peace, and will be supervised under the avatar’s watchful eye. You all though, are going to go down in history as some of the greatest benders in history. I will make sure of it.”
“As will we,” said Orzon and Ayumi, “and that will be after we finish renounce the objectives of The Order to the Fire Nation.”
“And we shall do the same in the Water Tribes,” Fukuda and Michiko added, though they were still bound. Zhang and Zhao Lin were both unconscious, but, like the rest of Zakura’s family; they were with them as prisoners. Yang was among them as well.
“What about the Earth Kingdom,” Iresu asked, “Zhang and Zao Lin will not likely renounce it and declare you the ruler, Zakura.”
“But that is her rightful position,” Ayumi replied, “she is next in line unless she is killed or decides to turn it over to someone else.”
They turned to Iresu, who held up her hands, chuckling.
“Don’t look at me,” she laughed, “I’m done with that job. If you give it to me, I’m going to make a decree that says that my brother is taking the job—and knowing him, you probably don’t want that, Zakura.”
“Iresu has a point,” Royota laughed, “I’m not the one for the job.”
“Then who is?” Zakura asked, “I mean, do you really think that I care about political stuff other than beat them up now and talk later?”
This caused everyone to laugh.
“World leaders travel a lot though,” Tenoko remarked, “rest assured you would not be cooped up. Personally, if I was not as sober as I am right now, I would say Zuki and her family were the ones for the job. With her husband at her side, they’d be fine rulers. They’re a smart group, and although Zuki doesn’t know it, she’s influential—very influential, if nothing else, for her looks.”
“That could be arranged,” Zakura replied, laughing, “Besides, with me watching over them, there shouldn’t be any more problems. Aye, there might be Order members who oppose this, but they will soon realize that they are outnumbered and overpowered, and so they will sink back into the shadows until whenever—and I’ll be ready for them.”
“So what about the Water Tribes and the Fire Nation,” Koara asked, “For we have Fukuda and Michiko, as well as Orzon and Ayumi.”
“I’m going to be too busy with my children to manage the Water Tribes,” Tenoko replied, “though I would like to be honorably mentioned, should Michiko and Fukuda resume their positions there.”
“Surely we do not deserve to be reinstated,” Michiko replied, “we’ve done the crime; we have to pay the time. Justice demands it.”
“And I AM the order of justice,” said Zakura, crossing her arms, “and I am officially clearing you of all charges. I will ensure it. As for Orzon and Ayumi, unless Zeruda has an objection, they’d be great where they were, especially now that Ayumi isn’t running the Fire Nation using fear and manipulation anymore, is I right?”
“Shut up,” Ayumi snapped, turning red, though she was smiling, “I changed, alright? You don’t need to remind me of my flaws.”
“Flaws,” Zakura laughed, “everyone’s got them, Ayumi. I’m no exception. Alzar Miyamoto would know what I mean.”
“Hey,” Alzar snapped, “leave me out of this, unless you’re going to get us all fixed up. Keep in mind that half of us are nearly dead and we’re still standing outside of Xin Shing’s tower.”
“Then let’s move out,” Zakura declared, “we’re going home.”
And they did. It only took them about 2 or 3 weeks to get everything sorted out. True to Zakura’s expectations, anyone loyal to The Order kept it hidden and/or disappeared, though the disappearances were their own; Zakura was not that cruel.
Zhang, Zao Lin, and Yang were all imprisoned, and none of them said anything when this happened. Zakura visited them often just to talk with them, but they did not change their ways just yet. Regardless, they could not bend where they were at, and this was what kept them from escaping. They seemed more upset than mad—upset because their side had lost.
During this time though, the group that had formed out of originally normal people, was still together. It was going to be hard for them to go their separate ways, and it was unlikely that they would not again at one time reunite for old times’ sake.
Everyone eventually fully recovered, though many of them bore battle scars from the battles in Xin Shing’s tower. The most prominent scar were the huge gashes that ran across little Altina’s face; one that ran across her forehead, and the other that had left a large cut on her right cheek. Lehran was agitated by that, but all in all, Altina seemed content with her situation that life had given her, and the cuts, which healed fully, only leaving the scars, healed completely.
“So,” said Zeruda to Zakura during a typical Avatar Guard down time, “this is it—the end of our little group, huh?”
“End,” Zakura exclaimed, “not if I can help it. Besides, we’ve got several new faces if I recall, am I right? I don’t recall certain folks being here when we headed down towards the tower.”
“That’s true,” Zeruda replied, “and over the last month of repairing, a lot has been done, and friendships have formed that can never break. The new faces to this group helped a lot as well.”
“Aye,” Zakura remarked, “Orzon Zhaoka, Ayumi Zhaoka, Michiko Yao, Fukuda Yao, Kai Serenes XLIII, Zuko Altina, Katara Altina II, Azula Caroso, and the rest of Tenoko’s group—they’ve been a pleasant addition. It’s almost sad that we no longer have any objectives.”
“There’s a fine balance between Order and Chaos, Zakura,” Iresu advised, “and it gets thrown off a lot. Believe me, this won’t be the last war we see. Give it 20 years or so.”
“20 years,” Zakura exclaimed, “I’ll be old like you all by then.”
“Hey,” Tenoko laughed, “I’m not old. Koara is old. Royota might be considered old. Sorry, but in my books, 43 is not old. As long as I’m able to pack a wallop to my enemies with waterbending, I’m not old.”
“Koara is 93,” Zeruda remarked, “and she still beats people up with her bending prowess, Tenoko. Face it: we are getting old.”
“You two are old,” Tenoko replied, “44 will be the limit. In a few months when my birthday approaches, 45 will be the cut-off; then 46; do you see the pattern yet?”
“Tenoko,” said Zakura, hitting her arm, “face it—she’s right. You are getting old. Who ever said though, that old people don’t rock out loud as well? You don’t think that some of those avatars that lived to be 200 and up weren’t kick-butt in their later years, do you?”
“True,” Tenoko replied, “fine then—I’m old, but I still rock.”
Iresu, Zeruda, and Zakura all laughed.
“Very well then, Tenoko,” Zakura replied, “very well; either way, I’m glad that things have settled down a bit. All of that violence may have kept us busy, but all in all, the effects are never very pleasant. I still feel really bad for Mulan.”
“At least she got her baby back,” Tenoko remarked, “losing her husband and children would have hurt a lot. I would know.”
“You have our sympathies, Tenoko,” the others replied [this ‘talk’ was only between Zakura, Iresu, Zeruda, and Tenoko], “and we are glad that you found your Kemet and Komae again.”
“Maric and Malak are their names now,” Tenoko replied, “to try and get them to change back to their original names, especially after nearly 15 years of it, would not be a very good birthday present.”
Maric and Malak had both celebrated their 15th birthday only a few days before this date. Ultimately, there was a large-scale celebration among Zakura’s Elite, because everyone was happy that the war was finally over after so much trouble. It was truly a glorious truth, and an even greater statement: The War Was Over.
~Azula~
the 98th chapter of my series. This is where it all boils down, and where we find out what happened AFTER everything went down in smoke.
so yeh, enjoy.
CHAPTER 98: THE WAR WAS OVER
Zakura’s Elite all looked back at the tower, though it was not falling. There was a moment of silence.
“All of this war,” Zakura muttered, though she did so loud enough for everyone else to hear her, “all of this hatred—all caused by one woman’s actions over 700 years ago.”
“The world is a very strange place,” Royota remarked, “It is not our duty to try and decide how Order and Chaos try to balance each other, but rather, to ensure that they stay balanced.”
“Xin Shing was just another man,” Zakura replied, “he had dreams just like the rest of us. Like Zuroc though, he wanted to take his to an international level, and force them upon us all.”
“So,” said Azula, changing the subject slightly, “where do we go now? What do we do now that this madness is over? Surely news of Xin Shing’s downfall will spread like wildfire.”
“he was what kept most of The Order running,” Orzon remarked, “without him, they will probably go back into the shadows and into hiding, awaiting the next warlord with enough influence to lead them. The Order of the Avatar Slayer will never fully disappear.”
“A good way to analogize it,” Katara added, “would be to compare it my chi energy. It is impossible for me to get rid of it, and similarly, it is impossible for me to gain perfect control over it. However, if I try hard enough, I can keep it under control. The Order is the same way.”
“That is what I intend to do,” Zakura declared, “The world will be restored back to peace, and will be supervised under the avatar’s watchful eye. You all though, are going to go down in history as some of the greatest benders in history. I will make sure of it.”
“As will we,” said Orzon and Ayumi, “and that will be after we finish renounce the objectives of The Order to the Fire Nation.”
“And we shall do the same in the Water Tribes,” Fukuda and Michiko added, though they were still bound. Zhang and Zhao Lin were both unconscious, but, like the rest of Zakura’s family; they were with them as prisoners. Yang was among them as well.
“What about the Earth Kingdom,” Iresu asked, “Zhang and Zao Lin will not likely renounce it and declare you the ruler, Zakura.”
“But that is her rightful position,” Ayumi replied, “she is next in line unless she is killed or decides to turn it over to someone else.”
They turned to Iresu, who held up her hands, chuckling.
“Don’t look at me,” she laughed, “I’m done with that job. If you give it to me, I’m going to make a decree that says that my brother is taking the job—and knowing him, you probably don’t want that, Zakura.”
“Iresu has a point,” Royota laughed, “I’m not the one for the job.”
“Then who is?” Zakura asked, “I mean, do you really think that I care about political stuff other than beat them up now and talk later?”
This caused everyone to laugh.
“World leaders travel a lot though,” Tenoko remarked, “rest assured you would not be cooped up. Personally, if I was not as sober as I am right now, I would say Zuki and her family were the ones for the job. With her husband at her side, they’d be fine rulers. They’re a smart group, and although Zuki doesn’t know it, she’s influential—very influential, if nothing else, for her looks.”
“That could be arranged,” Zakura replied, laughing, “Besides, with me watching over them, there shouldn’t be any more problems. Aye, there might be Order members who oppose this, but they will soon realize that they are outnumbered and overpowered, and so they will sink back into the shadows until whenever—and I’ll be ready for them.”
“So what about the Water Tribes and the Fire Nation,” Koara asked, “For we have Fukuda and Michiko, as well as Orzon and Ayumi.”
“I’m going to be too busy with my children to manage the Water Tribes,” Tenoko replied, “though I would like to be honorably mentioned, should Michiko and Fukuda resume their positions there.”
“Surely we do not deserve to be reinstated,” Michiko replied, “we’ve done the crime; we have to pay the time. Justice demands it.”
“And I AM the order of justice,” said Zakura, crossing her arms, “and I am officially clearing you of all charges. I will ensure it. As for Orzon and Ayumi, unless Zeruda has an objection, they’d be great where they were, especially now that Ayumi isn’t running the Fire Nation using fear and manipulation anymore, is I right?”
“Shut up,” Ayumi snapped, turning red, though she was smiling, “I changed, alright? You don’t need to remind me of my flaws.”
“Flaws,” Zakura laughed, “everyone’s got them, Ayumi. I’m no exception. Alzar Miyamoto would know what I mean.”
“Hey,” Alzar snapped, “leave me out of this, unless you’re going to get us all fixed up. Keep in mind that half of us are nearly dead and we’re still standing outside of Xin Shing’s tower.”
“Then let’s move out,” Zakura declared, “we’re going home.”
And they did. It only took them about 2 or 3 weeks to get everything sorted out. True to Zakura’s expectations, anyone loyal to The Order kept it hidden and/or disappeared, though the disappearances were their own; Zakura was not that cruel.
Zhang, Zao Lin, and Yang were all imprisoned, and none of them said anything when this happened. Zakura visited them often just to talk with them, but they did not change their ways just yet. Regardless, they could not bend where they were at, and this was what kept them from escaping. They seemed more upset than mad—upset because their side had lost.
During this time though, the group that had formed out of originally normal people, was still together. It was going to be hard for them to go their separate ways, and it was unlikely that they would not again at one time reunite for old times’ sake.
Everyone eventually fully recovered, though many of them bore battle scars from the battles in Xin Shing’s tower. The most prominent scar were the huge gashes that ran across little Altina’s face; one that ran across her forehead, and the other that had left a large cut on her right cheek. Lehran was agitated by that, but all in all, Altina seemed content with her situation that life had given her, and the cuts, which healed fully, only leaving the scars, healed completely.
“So,” said Zeruda to Zakura during a typical Avatar Guard down time, “this is it—the end of our little group, huh?”
“End,” Zakura exclaimed, “not if I can help it. Besides, we’ve got several new faces if I recall, am I right? I don’t recall certain folks being here when we headed down towards the tower.”
“That’s true,” Zeruda replied, “and over the last month of repairing, a lot has been done, and friendships have formed that can never break. The new faces to this group helped a lot as well.”
“Aye,” Zakura remarked, “Orzon Zhaoka, Ayumi Zhaoka, Michiko Yao, Fukuda Yao, Kai Serenes XLIII, Zuko Altina, Katara Altina II, Azula Caroso, and the rest of Tenoko’s group—they’ve been a pleasant addition. It’s almost sad that we no longer have any objectives.”
“There’s a fine balance between Order and Chaos, Zakura,” Iresu advised, “and it gets thrown off a lot. Believe me, this won’t be the last war we see. Give it 20 years or so.”
“20 years,” Zakura exclaimed, “I’ll be old like you all by then.”
“Hey,” Tenoko laughed, “I’m not old. Koara is old. Royota might be considered old. Sorry, but in my books, 43 is not old. As long as I’m able to pack a wallop to my enemies with waterbending, I’m not old.”
“Koara is 93,” Zeruda remarked, “and she still beats people up with her bending prowess, Tenoko. Face it: we are getting old.”
“You two are old,” Tenoko replied, “44 will be the limit. In a few months when my birthday approaches, 45 will be the cut-off; then 46; do you see the pattern yet?”
“Tenoko,” said Zakura, hitting her arm, “face it—she’s right. You are getting old. Who ever said though, that old people don’t rock out loud as well? You don’t think that some of those avatars that lived to be 200 and up weren’t kick-butt in their later years, do you?”
“True,” Tenoko replied, “fine then—I’m old, but I still rock.”
Iresu, Zeruda, and Zakura all laughed.
“Very well then, Tenoko,” Zakura replied, “very well; either way, I’m glad that things have settled down a bit. All of that violence may have kept us busy, but all in all, the effects are never very pleasant. I still feel really bad for Mulan.”
“At least she got her baby back,” Tenoko remarked, “losing her husband and children would have hurt a lot. I would know.”
“You have our sympathies, Tenoko,” the others replied [this ‘talk’ was only between Zakura, Iresu, Zeruda, and Tenoko], “and we are glad that you found your Kemet and Komae again.”
“Maric and Malak are their names now,” Tenoko replied, “to try and get them to change back to their original names, especially after nearly 15 years of it, would not be a very good birthday present.”
Maric and Malak had both celebrated their 15th birthday only a few days before this date. Ultimately, there was a large-scale celebration among Zakura’s Elite, because everyone was happy that the war was finally over after so much trouble. It was truly a glorious truth, and an even greater statement: The War Was Over.
~Azula~
