LadyAvatar's Fanfiction

[azuremoon]

LOL!! Because he was doing something too? Idk >XD We were waiting for someone to arrive. It was...an interesting night. But alright. And I read your update and reviewed!

[ladyavatar]

Nov 26, 2012 0:06:16 GMT -6 @azuremoon said:

It was...an interesting night.

Ooooooh, well that sounds interesting indeed. Don't just drop a tease like that - tell, tell, tell! XD

Also, I originally posted this under the "Post Your Progress" thread, but here's a copy of the sneak-peak snippet from the next chapter (this is only a draft - the final version will be better written). Note that this is NOT a vision. It's - well, you'll see.

I lie down on the hard floor. I’m shivering, and when I lay a hand on my forehead I know it’s too hot. I thank the spirits for this gift of fever. Perhaps they will do for me what I could not do with the shard of ice. I slip into sleep and out of it, into rest and back out. It’s all the same, all darkness. But finally the spirits take pity on my broken body. They wrap me in the embrace of winter. They wrap me in the embrace of home.

Gazing out at the wide ocean from my place at the shore, I feel a gust of calming wind move across me. I’m still in my thin new outfit, but it’s not cold in the least. I lean over and run my fingers through the sea. The water that would normally feel like a glacier melting against my hand feels warm and welcoming, like maybe it’s inviting me in for a swim. I consider it for a moment, of stripping down to nothing and taking a plunge into the deep water.

The crunch of ice from behind stops me. These are familiar footsteps, ones set down permanently into my memory. I turn expecting to see my friends, but it’s not Toph or Sokka. It’s not even Aang.

It’s my mother.

[azuremoon]

Nov 26, 2012 9:48:57 GMT -6 ladyavatar said:

Nov 26, 2012 0:06:16 GMT -6 @azuremoon said:

It was...an interesting night.

Ooooooh, well that sounds interesting indeed. Don't just drop a tease like that - tell, tell, tell! XD

Also, I originally posted this under the "Post Your Progress" thread, but here's a copy of the sneak-peak snippet from the next chapter (this is only a draft - the final version will be better written). Note that this is NOT a vision. It's - well, you'll see.

It’s my mother.

WHAT??!!!! 0,0 Spirit World??? 0,0 But you said not a vision...back in time or something? WHAT IS GOING ON?! @@

[ladyavatar]

You'll see. XD

For now, check out this fantastic interpretation of the first vision that the magnificent harpalyce sketched (24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me3zs0gCLb1qks0cpo1_1280.jpg):

Hot, humid air moves across my face. I'm in a warmer place than I've ever been, though when I sit up I see the wide ocean through a window. The home around me is dusty and the floors swept clear of furniture as if we're in some abandoned place. I try to get up, but a tug at my hair holds me back. Kneeling behind me on the bare floor is a man I've never seen. His long black hair is loose around his shoulders, his hand lifted halfway through the gesture of brushing with a red comb. It seems regally carved, probably expensive. He pauses when he sees I'm watching. His golden eyes rest on mine. They are so much like Zuko's. Everything about this man is like Zuko, only for want of a scar. For a moment I think he might even be the young firebender as an adult, but his face is more angular than that of the boy I know. And this man's beard looks like a tail hanging off his chin. If this were older Zuko, surely I'd have frozen it off by now. There's something wet on my cheeks that I recognize as tears, though I don't know how they got there.

[azuremoon]

Nov 26, 2012 18:09:42 GMT -6 ladyavatar said:

You'll see. XD

For now, check out this fantastic interpretation of the first vision that the magnificent harpalyce sketched (24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me3zs0gCLb1qks0cpo1_1280.jpg):

Hot, humid air moves across my face. I'm in a warmer place than I've ever been, though when I sit up I see the wide ocean through a window. The home around me is dusty and the floors swept clear of furniture as if we're in some abandoned place. I try to get up, but a tug at my hair holds me back. Kneeling behind me on the bare floor is a man I've never seen. His long black hair is loose around his shoulders, his hand lifted halfway through the gesture of brushing with a red comb. It seems regally carved, probably expensive. He pauses when he sees I'm watching. His golden eyes rest on mine. They are so much like Zuko's. Everything about this man is like Zuko, only for want of a scar. For a moment I think he might even be the young firebender as an adult, but his face is more angular than that of the boy I know. And this man's beard looks like a tail hanging off his chin. If this were older Zuko, surely I'd have frozen it off by now. There's something wet on my cheeks that I recognize as tears, though I don't know how they got there.

TEASE! But awesomeee =33. It looks like Ozai!!! @_@ You have a lot of explaining to do!!!! AHH! I can't wait to find out!!!

[ladyavatar]

Nov 27, 2012 12:21:40 GMT -6 @azuremoon said:

You have a lot of explaining to do!!!! AHH! I can't wait to find out!!!

Muahahahaha - it wouldn't so much fun without all this mystery and intrigue! XD

[azuremoon]

Nov 27, 2012 20:59:15 GMT -6 ladyavatar said:

Nov 27, 2012 12:21:40 GMT -6 @azuremoon said:

You have a lot of explaining to do!!!! AHH! I can't wait to find out!!!

Muahahahaha - it wouldn't so much fun without all this mystery and intrigue! XD

True. XD But it doesn't make it any easier!!!

[ladyavatar]

Well, here's something that might make it a bit easier - another snippet from the next chapter:

“Katara,” Aang whispered on the second day. He tapped the metal bars of his cage so I had an estimate of his location. Without light, sound and touch became our only methods of communication. Sound because of our voices. Touch because we could reach for each others’ hands since the cages were only about a meter apart. If we stretched and stretched, our fingertips would brush. The smallness of his fingers and the trembling of mine would mesh together, if only slightly and briefly, but Iroh really was onto something. The love behind touch, though a small thing, kindles hope.

[azuremoon]

Nov 28, 2012 20:29:22 GMT -6 ladyavatar said:

Well, here's something that might make it a bit easier - another snippet from the next chapter:

“Katara,” Aang whispered on the second day. He tapped the metal bars of his cage so I had an estimate of his location. Without light, sound and touch became our only methods of communication. Sound because of our voices. Touch because we could reach for each others’ hands since the cages were only about a meter apart. If we stretched and stretched, our fingertips would brush. The smallness of his fingers and the trembling of mine would mesh together, if only slightly and briefly, but Iroh really was onto something. The love behind touch, though a small thing, kindles hope.

They're captured. Mmmk. But that doesn't help me with much. XDD

[ladyavatar]

First off, thank you again so much for all the support you're giving this fic. It truly means a lot to me. Second, okay, you can have something from "I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire: 2." At least this tells you where Katara ends up (it's also the opening to the first of many, many funny scenes scattered throughout this fourth part).

The servant scoffs. "What? Azula, what the hell? Come on, you’re not dumping this little squirt on me!”

“Sorry,” the fire princess says delicately, grinning wickedly and not sounding sorry at all. “Clean her up. Father’s orders.”

“Yeah, thanks a lot.” The servant rolls her eyes and stalks off. “Keep up, dolt.” When I don’t move, she swings around and plants a hand on her hip. “That means you! Geez, I get saddled with all the idiots.”