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#rotd - Ansuz (inverted) - what is your inner Divine voice? <3{
#rotd - Jera - what must you sacrifice for a good harvest? <3{
#rotd - Isa - in what ways are you dwelling on and holding #love ? <3{
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The Reasons why I don't like the theory of Ozai plotted to assassinate Lu Ten and also Headcanons
Because war doesn't discriminate against hierarchy or classes. It affects everyone.
I prefer Ozai being a desperate, opportunistic person that tries to get hold of his father's attention, rather than him plotting Lu Ten's death from Day 1 of his birth.
Feels more tragic too the way the family turns out rather than being villain from Day 1.
As Lu Ten grows older, Iroh is away during his campaigns, and Lu Ten is left with his nannies most of the time. The age gap between Ozai and Lu Ten is about 14-17 years of age.
Yes, Ozai is a part-time babysitter and a grump of an uncle too.
Ozai will bring Lu Ten along to the Ember Islands with his family so he can act as a part-time babysitter. He needs alone time with Ursa too. Ursa appreciates it a lot.
Lu Ten doesn't mind because he enjoys spending time with his cousins, as rowdy as they can be sometimes with him.
Avatar: Rise of the Dragons
Book 1: Prophecy
Chapter 16: Quiet Before the Storm
Chapter 16: Quiet Before the Storm
Avatar: Rise of the Dragons Book 1: Prophecy - Chapter 16 - TheRiseoftheDragons - Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) [Archive of Our Own]
Summary:
After surviving the deadly mountain passage, the Gaang discovers Gao San, an ancient sanctuary hidden within where the boundaries between the Mortal and Spirit Worlds blur. Surrounded by a peace he does not understand, the former Fire Lord finds that the monastery’s profound silence offers no escape from the wounds Ming uncovered. It only gives old ghosts room to speak.
An Excerpt from the Chapter:
For a moment, no one spoke. Sokka was the first to break the silence. "...He’s been like that since we left Kyoshi…” He frowned, trying to put words to a feeling that had been bothering him for days. "Before, he'd have had something to say."
Toph's lips twitched at that and chirped in. "Usually something unpleasant."
"Exactly! He'd snap or make some condescending speech about how everyone else was an idiot. It’s kinda unsettling honestly– Sorry, Zuko, I’m used to the snark."
Katara lowered her gaze to the tea warming her hands. "After everything that happened on Kyoshi..." she said quietly, "...I'd be surprised if he wasn't different."
She was silent for a moment before looking towards Aang.
"But I don't think that's all of it."
"What do you mean?" Sokka asked.
Katara hesitated. "His bending." Her brows furrowed. "Ever since Aang restored it... something hasn't seemed right."
ROTD: Quiet Before the Storm
Based on Avatar: Rise of the Dragons, Chapter 17: Quiet Before the Storm
Instinctively, Ozai had his palm upwards. It was a lifetime of instinct. For decades, fire had answered the smallest movement of his fingers. A spark summoned absentmindedly while reading reports deep into the night. A flickering flame dancing across his palm during long strategy meetings. Warmth called as naturally as breath itself.
His fingers curled slightly as he reached inward. He could still feel it; the energy was there. The Avatar had restored what had once been severed. Deep beneath his skin, his Qi flowed once more. Vast, vibrant and alive. Like molten rivers coursing through the earth beneath Gao San, it pulsed with quiet, immeasurable power.
Yet the moment he tried to gather it, the familiar turbulence returned. The current was fractured.
What should have coursed like a flowing river became a whirlpool. His spirit reached for the fire…and slipped through it. Something within him still refused to become whole.
'You are entirely hollow, Ozai. You need my primordial fire just to feel whole and complete again.'
His fingers trembled ever so slightly.
Nothing answered.
The familiar emptiness settled over him once more, heavy and unyielding, until at last he let out a slow breath. The pond remained perfectly still.
A faint rustle stirred the willow branches overhead.
A single pale-blue mote drifted soundlessly from between the hanging leaves. It floated towards him without haste. Ozai watched in silence as the tiny spirit came to rest above his open palm, exactly where fire should have been.
Its gentle radiance washed across his fingers, casting them in soft shades of blue and silver. For the briefest of moments, the wavering light resembled the small dancing flame that had so often rested there in years past– not in colour, nor in heat, but in the quiet certainty of its presence.
His breath caught at his throat. Almost without thinking, his fingers shifted ever so slightly beneath it. Not to grasp it, only to know whether it was real.
The little spirit answered with a slow, luminous pulse, as though acknowledging the unspoken gesture. It lingered for another heartbeat before rising gently into the cool night air, drifting upward between the willow branches until its light vanished among the stars.
Ozai did not move. His hand remained outstretched long after the spirit had gone, his gaze fixed upon the empty space above his palm.
He had expected silence and had expected nothing.
Yet, when he had reached into the emptiness where fire had once answered his call… something else had answered instead.