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Time is an Illusion - Part 2 Mai wore many faces, as she observed the physical world through Koh's power. She had no control over who she became and no access to anyone's thoughts but her own. She didn't even know if Koh was controlling all of that or if it was simply the nature of this power. She also didn't like how her spirit-self was hanging, speared through the chest, from Koh's insectile legs in the center of the creature's domain. All in all, it was almost as bad as one of Mother's dinner parties. "Aang is trying to get there," she managed to gasp in between spying sessions. It was disorienting, having her existence brush up agains

Prologue - The Pact (Centuries Ago) The tip of the spear was pressed against the oily chitin of Koh's body, the Face Stealer sprawled across the floor of his fetid domain wearing the face of cat-deer, but the smile that was being turned up at Kuruk was anything but defeated. "Congratulations, Avatar. Slay me and rejoice in yet another victory for your Spirit’s glory." Kuruk wanted to, but more than Koh's death, he wanted to smack that smile off the creature's stolen face. He wanted to see pain in Koh's eyes, and hear his cries of anguish. He wanted Koh to regret every choice in his unnatural life, wanted Koh to regret ever daring to c

Part 1 - Playing With Fire Marriage was often compared to being chained, but when Aang first met the woman who would be his wife, he was already bound with iron. She was preceded by an army of servants. The door to his cell was thrown open with a piercing scrape and the crimson-robed attendants flowed into the dark room like a blood tide. None spoke to him, or so much as looked him in the eyes; they went about their work with sureness and efficiency. Two of the servants brought lanterns hanging from tree-like stands that brought heating light into Aang's dank universe. More brought rolls of carpet that were opened to cover the stone floor t

Warning: This story depicts Ableism and Suicidal Thoughts. EPOCH 1 "Come on, Mai. It's time to embrace the day! Hey, that rhymed." Mai wordlessly groaned a futile defense against being woken with poetry. She pulled the sheets up over her shoulders and pressed her face into her pillow, preserving her sleepiness for a few seconds before it was washed away by a steady stream of information into her consciousness. These weren't her normal sheets (not black enough), nor were they her pillows (not lumpy enough). Also, Ty Lee's voice usually (usually!) wasn't the first thing Mai heard, and certainly not before the sun had risen. In fact, it was a

MAIKO MONTH 2014 DEATH OF A THOUSAND CUTS: THE FIRST DAY 01 - Wanderlust Zuko was lost, even though he knew exactly where he was. Restlessness drove him into motion, sending him stalking the halls of the Earth Palace. He supposed that his sister would rename it soon, what with the Fire Nation having conquered Ba Sing Se and the palace itself. Azula would probably call it something that would honor their father and that would just make everyone back in the Fire Nation love her even more, if anything could add to the prestige of capturing the Earth Kingdom's last stronghold and killing the Avatar. And that was why Zuko was lost. It had been

Retroactive: Prologue - The Invisible One It started with nightmares that woke her up screaming, but then, these kind of things often do. The first few times, Suki just brushed it off and got on with her life. So she had nightmares. Lots of people who fought in the war had similar problems. She could deal with it. She was a strong person. The Kyoshi Warriors wouldn't have tolerated her leadership if she wasn't. But when the nightmares didn't abate, no matter what amateur remedies she tried, Suki thought that talking about it might help. She had become fast friends with Ty Lee, really finding something comforting about the bubbly girl from t

Smoke Despite all the time Mai had spent amusing herself by imagining the various things that could go wrong with her wedding, she had never once considered the possibility that her would-be husband would go missing. Leave it to Zuko to find new ways to surprise her. The day had dawned to an unexpected ceiling of dark clouds and chilly winds, and by the time Mai had finished the traditional procession to the Grand Temple, marching at the head of a parade of female friends that wouldn't have looked out of place at a circus with all the face-paint and even a tumbling acrobat, the rain had started to drizzle. While the rest of the procession

Best Served Cold Young Love, Part 1 In the Water Tribes, he was known as Azulon the Scourge. After years of prosecuting the war against the Earth Kingdom, the aging Azulon considered his ongoing lack of victory and turned his mind to the matter of legacies. He discovered worry that the Avatar- lost to the world since the days of Sozin- might have died and been reborn in accordance with the cycle. Thus, he began two additional campaigns: one against the Northern Tribe and one against the Southern. Every Waterbender at the South Pole was either captured or killed, and while the Tribe at the North Pole was able to fight off the same fate, the

Bow The first problem came up five minutes into the mission, and Sokka was okay with that timing. He had prepared for the ship suddenly springing a leak, the crew getting hit with the fastest and worst case of homesickness in history, a storm magically forming in the sky above to strike the ship with lightning, and an iceberg containing the 'Anti-Avatar' popping up from the ocean depths and smacking against the hull, among other things. Just about the only thing he wasn't prepared for was Princess Azula walking out onto the ship's main deck and saying, "So, what's our first stop?" Five minutes into the mission, Princess Azula walked out on

The Spy Who Tolerated Me Ember Island Early Autumn 2 Weeks After Sozin's Comet Mai was alone in a crowd, but she was used to that. Ember Island was always a place dedicated solely to fun, but it usually wasn't as chaotic as the scene was this evening. However, word had arrived day before that the Hundred Year War was over, and the combined forces of the Avatar, the Water Tribes, the Earth Kingdom, and a mysterious faction called the White Lotus were surrendering. Being in the employ of those forces, specifically those White Lotus folk, Mai was aware that 'surrender' was in this case Fire Nation-talk for "agreeing to give back all the Fire

Mai on... Kataang. "Take the two most cavity-carving twits in the show, buckle them both in chastity belts, and you have the main 'ship' of Avatar: The Last Airbender. "Aang is an airbending freak with no hair and a body build like my little brother WHO'S TWO YEARS OLD, but he has a personality that could favorably be compared to an affectionate puppy so he naturally lights up Katara's radar like a firetruck with its siren set to 11. Katara was dark-skinned, exotic, as curved as a lamppost, and uninterested in getting some, so naturally the romance didn't progress much until season 3 when she suddenly discovered America and puberty set in.

The Way of the Will On a windy afternoon, the sun shone down on a mansion courtyard in the Fire Nation. Two people were meeting in the courtyard- young and old, woman and man, killer and innocent, hand-to-hand combatant and master swordsman. The two were discussing philosophy, and various ways to hurt people, which can be one and the same to people in the Nation of Fire. The man stood with his hands folded behind his straightened back, while the girl balanced upside-down on her forefingers. "That which lives is all that is dependable in this world," the girl said. "Wood is dead and rots, metal is unsacred and can be worn away by nature. Ear

Wait It never failed: disasters, even the life-threatening kind, stopped being fun the very moment that parents found out about them. Zuko and The Other One had been making their great (...all right, maybe it was just 'moderately accomplished') escape, crawling along through the cramped ash/oil/exhaust ventilation tunnel with their foreheads pressed together. The Other One's breath had splashed against his skin with her every exhalation, and he was trying to identity the sweet scent (fruit of some kind, maybe a sugar tart?) when she suddenly dropped out sight. And then he had heard Father's voice. She was out there with Father. All of the

Long Distance "Well," Aang chirped, "if I'm going to the Eastern Air Temple, Appa and I can drop you at Chameleon Bay to see your dad." Standing and looking down at his friends, Sokka's expression turned glum. "Someone has to stay here with the Earth King and help him plan for the invasion. I guess that's me." His sister couldn't meet his gaze. "I'm sorry. I need to talk some things over with Dad, but I promise, we'll find a way for you to see him. Soon." Sokka reached down, grabbed her arm, and lightly pulled Katara up to her feet beside him. "You manage that," he said, "and I'll officially declare you the nicest sister ever." He looked

Prologue An old man led children through the land of the dead. The forest of Gaipan had burned down decades ago, and many parts of it still had not recovered. Certainly, grass and small brush had returned to the lands, feasting on the nourishment hidden in the dry ash, but the massive trees that had once characterized the region were all gone. In the colder times of the year, the Gaipan Forest had once been famous for its sea of reds and orange that had stretched as far as the human eye could perceive. Now all that was left were a few dull stumps, standing like tombstones beneath an empty sky. The Old Man- for that was what he inevitably

Age of Maikka - Infiltration "Okay, everyone! Into sick formation!" Sokka watched while the citizens of Omashu crowded together and began their faux-moaning. As the Water Tribe boy kept an eye on the proceedings to make sure no one got left behind (and that everyone was putting in a good performance), he faintly heard his sister talking to their mutual friend, the Avatar. "Aang, what are you doing? Aren't you coming with us? "No. I'm not leaving until I find Bumi," was the reply. Sokka did a double take. He ran over to where the two were conversing, and grabbed Aang by the shoulders. "A wha ha wha?" The Avatar's face remained stoic. "The

Dowry For such a progressive nation, the idea that parents of the Fire Nation could legally arrange a marriage for their children seemed oddly backwards. That Mai was only a year away from legal adulthood made the situation even more grating. He was a polite enough man, but that just made him all the more boring. He had to be some kind of creep, anyway, to actually buy a teenager to be his wife, and he didn't even have the decency to act embarrassed about it. That he didn't press the main issue, even after the wedding ceremony, was a plus, as it gave Mai time to look up the legal consequences of stabbing a husband who technically owned her.

Levers and Journeys, Act II They didn't encounter bandits until the Dut Province. All six were former soldiers, but only one was unarmed and barefoot. Song was especially scared because none of the men put any effort into appearing fearsome; they all had a resigned weariness to them, going about the robbery like underpaid servants. The group had come out of the forest surrounding the road, and the leader pointed his yinyuedao bladed staff at the pair of travelers. "Put your packs on the ground, empty your pockets. Let's not make this any worse than it has to be." Song did as told. Long Feng took off his own backpack, but otherwise stayed st

Suzuki Week - Duty As strange as the situation was, the question that immediately leapt to Zuko's mind was probably the most trivial. "She's from where?" "Sunda Island," Uncle Iroh said. "It's one of the smaller islands, one of the 'crumbs' scattered between the main landmass and the Archipelago." Zuko shook his head, setting his phoenix-tail hair wagging. "I've never heard of it. But never mind that now. Why is she here? Did Mother really send her?" Iroh gave a small smile, eyebrows raised. "Well, you can always just ask her..." Biting back a growl, Zuko marched through the doors into his suite's main parlor. Uncle remained in the bedro

CONTINUED FROM PART 1... IV- If Only He Saw Toph hated the song now broadcasting over the message pipes so much, that when Zuko marched in to the little dojo-room whistling that rather silly 'Little Temptress' song from earlier, it was almost a relief. Granted, the Fire Lord's whistling definitely needed some practice, but his choice at least couldn't possibly apply to Toph (although imaginging the ways it could was a fun if discomforting exercise). The twelve-year-old Earthbender was just positively sick of hearing a Kyoshi Warrior with a mournful voice lament the man whose gaze never turned to her, because it was ever drawn to a horizon t

Dawning Part 1: Compliant One dark night, an old man walked in the clear, cool air; he was alone in body, but not in spirit. There was no warning when a flash of light illuminated his path. He turned towards the source, and the light was revealed as the death of the warship he had traveled on for three years. What remained of the craft after the explosion was burning furiously. The old man's former path was one that would not be walked, now. As soon as his eyes beheld the glowing destruction, the old man remembered that his surrogate second son had still been aboard the burning ship. That afternoon, the old man might have had a second cup

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