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Scattered Remains Ch.2 ZukoZuko
The turtle duck pond, my favourite place. I sit in my mother's lap, throwing bread to the turtleducklings. Azula, a toddler at the time, sits beside us, trying to catch one of the ducklings.Not to close, Azula, you'll fall in. She grabs her, and sets her in here lap next to me. Azula pouts, but stays there. Can we stay here forever mom? Right here is perfect. She smiles at me and my silly 6 year old thoughts.well, that WOULD be nice wouldn't it, but you guys have to go to bed sometime. She starts to tickle us, then picks us up, and starts to carry us to the garden door. Suddenly, I feel a pulling at my shoulder and....
"Your higheness, it's time for the wake up call you ordered." Zuko turns in his bed, groaning. Why did I order a wake up call today anyway? Isnt today my rest day? "I not ready yet, please leave." He shews the servant away, and covers his head with one of his pillows. " But sir, you...." "I said I'm not ready yet!" zuko's v
Scattered Remains Ch.1 IrohIroh
My eyes open to the sight of the sky, the sun at its peak, half obuscured by a mighty wall. As my gaze lingers upon it, a feeling of serenity comes over me, its might and beauty filling my spirit as I give my son a hug. Suddenly, the beauty and grace shatters as I looked upon a battle, bodies strewn in every direction, the sand stained red. Where has the beautiful wall gone? Where have I been taken? More importantly, where is Lu Ten? I look down at myself, noticing the armor that hs replaced my robe, and the sword now strapped around my waist. A darkness starts to fall over me, and with fear filled eyes, I turn towards the beginning of the shadow that now surrounds me. There, under the wall, a dark, evil aura now surrounding it, a helmet and sword seem to hover above the rest of the massacre. a blood stained and dented helmet. I run towards it, hoping it isnt true...
Iroh awakes, his face streaked with the tears that had
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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