@orderoftheages
Years have passed since the Avatar’s death. News of their death has yet to reach beyond the palace walls, and a very select few know that they’re gone. The search for the new Avatar hasn’t been going well, and only the most trusted officers have been tasked with searching.
Thomas walks down the hall towards the large doors that proudly display the insignia of the Fire Nation. He approaches and slows to a stop with his hands behind his back and his posture straight. The doors open, and he peers into the throne room till he hears the Fire Lord’s voice beckoning him inside.
Slowly, Thomas enters the throne room and strides towards the other side of the room with a practiced grace. He stops before the throne and lowers himself to the floor in a bow. “My Lord.” Then, after a moment, Thomas stands. “You wished to see me?”
Adam sits casually--perhaps a little too casually--upon his throne, propping his cheek against a fist with his elbow on the throne’s armrest. His other hand taps the opposite armrest rhythmically, consistent as it echoes in the otherwise silent throne-room. The sound resonates his boredom, time passing far too slowly for his liking.
‘Enter,’ Adam beckons, seeing Thomas’s silhouette against the backdrop of the outside light. He doesn’t bother changing his position as he watches him approach. ‘Yes, I wished to see you,’ he responds, sitting up straight now. The surrounding firelight of his throne flickers over his features, illuminating his serious expression. He half-heartedly gestures for his guards to leave, waiting until he and Thomas are alone. ‘I’ve chosen you, Thomas, to undertake a confidential mission. It’s of the utmost importance and it needs to be carried out in complete secrecy, as quickly as possible.’ He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to assess Thomas carefully. ‘I need you to find someone--alive, if possible, but dead if necessary. Regardless of the outcome, you are to bring them to me.’














