Kuvira’s feet sounded rhythmically along the floor. One crossing over the other and then again and again.
The echoes of footfall a reminiscent of things passed…
Of a synchronized dance.
Her dance was lonely now.
She assumed it’d remain that way for quite some time. Her soldiers weren’t exactly fond of dancing, and the ones that were…well they weren’t graceful to say the least.
Kuvira remembered all too clearly dancing with a group. She considered them to be mga kaibigan of some sort. They were a close group and their dance never out of sync. And in a way she missed them. But she had to let them go if she wished to make it sa pamamagitan ng in the world…
If she wanted to achieve anything…
Make history.
Leave her mark.
Her family was rather unremarkable. They were cowards. They were lazy and unimpressive. And when she suggested doing something of importance they left her to the streets—they didn’t want their youngest child to outdo them (not that it would be hard to do).
She was just a child then…when Suyin took her off the streets and introduced her to Zaofu.
Everyone was so talented there…so unique.
She belonged there.
There…in a place where her talents could be nurtured. Where they could flourish.
And flourish they did…until they were too much for even Suyin.
It would happen again. They’d fear that she’d outdo them and cast her aside. This time she’d do the abandoning. This time she’d pave the way for herself before she could be cast out and written off again. Of course the dancers…her dancers wouldn’t sumali her.
They preferred the simplicity and the elegance of the dance—the peacefulness of its art—to ‘the path to war’ as they called it.
But it wasn’t a path to war, it was a path to unity. To greatness. And it held an elegance of its very own.
But as it would have it, Kuvira seemed to be the only one who could see grace in her cause…
In being a solider, a warrior, a poweress.
And so she’d dance without them. Even if it meant dancing alone.
Alone in the dark.
In secret.
Maybe one araw they would sumali her again. Maybe they’d see that uniting the Earth Kingdoms was a dance of its own. That Kuvira’s two passions are one in the same.
Until then…
She moved herself into a slow and graceful spin, let her body sink to the floor and then back up (in an arch) into another neat and fluid twirl.
…Her dance was her own. Her path was her own. And she’d make the best of the both of them.
The echoes of footfall a reminiscent of things passed…
Of a synchronized dance.
Her dance was lonely now.
She assumed it’d remain that way for quite some time. Her soldiers weren’t exactly fond of dancing, and the ones that were…well they weren’t graceful to say the least.
Kuvira remembered all too clearly dancing with a group. She considered them to be mga kaibigan of some sort. They were a close group and their dance never out of sync. And in a way she missed them. But she had to let them go if she wished to make it sa pamamagitan ng in the world…
If she wanted to achieve anything…
Make history.
Leave her mark.
Her family was rather unremarkable. They were cowards. They were lazy and unimpressive. And when she suggested doing something of importance they left her to the streets—they didn’t want their youngest child to outdo them (not that it would be hard to do).
She was just a child then…when Suyin took her off the streets and introduced her to Zaofu.
Everyone was so talented there…so unique.
She belonged there.
There…in a place where her talents could be nurtured. Where they could flourish.
And flourish they did…until they were too much for even Suyin.
It would happen again. They’d fear that she’d outdo them and cast her aside. This time she’d do the abandoning. This time she’d pave the way for herself before she could be cast out and written off again. Of course the dancers…her dancers wouldn’t sumali her.
They preferred the simplicity and the elegance of the dance—the peacefulness of its art—to ‘the path to war’ as they called it.
But it wasn’t a path to war, it was a path to unity. To greatness. And it held an elegance of its very own.
But as it would have it, Kuvira seemed to be the only one who could see grace in her cause…
In being a solider, a warrior, a poweress.
And so she’d dance without them. Even if it meant dancing alone.
Alone in the dark.
In secret.
Maybe one araw they would sumali her again. Maybe they’d see that uniting the Earth Kingdoms was a dance of its own. That Kuvira’s two passions are one in the same.
Until then…
She moved herself into a slow and graceful spin, let her body sink to the floor and then back up (in an arch) into another neat and fluid twirl.
…Her dance was her own. Her path was her own. And she’d make the best of the both of them.
“After the conclusion of the War, Aang and Zuko brought people from the four nations together and founded the United Republic, creating Republic City, a large "metropolis powered sa pamamagitan ng steampunk-type technology" such as cars and motorcycles.”
I find it strange that Aang and Zuko decided to build a city, straight after the war.
Sozin started the war because he wanted the same thing right? (And to rule them all of course)
Why was Roku opposed to the idea anyway, Aang and Zuko thought it would be a good idea (‘they built their own city’)
Technically people in Republic city are living Sozin’s dream, right?
What are your thoughts?
( excuse the language/grammer , third English language speaker)
Lila's P.O.V
I was the new awatara after kora passed away 1 taon nakaraan I still have to train the 4 elements. So yeah I'm a awatara in training. I found out water air apoy but still earth. It was great. Start. For me everybody was calm. But when we got attacked that's when kora died i wasn't born yet but they told me the story so here is how it goes sit down relax and enjoy the story:
It was a calm sunny araw the wind passing at the perfect pace.
Everyone was in the village walking around so was kora. She was having a great time when all she heard was screaming. She ran over to what was going over to what was happening air bended the car and it flew over she ran on tuktok of the carriage and held on but they crashed and she fell and got stabbed.
And that's when I became the new avatar.
Please comment if you like.
I was the new awatara after kora passed away 1 taon nakaraan I still have to train the 4 elements. So yeah I'm a awatara in training. I found out water air apoy but still earth. It was great. Start. For me everybody was calm. But when we got attacked that's when kora died i wasn't born yet but they told me the story so here is how it goes sit down relax and enjoy the story:
It was a calm sunny araw the wind passing at the perfect pace.
Everyone was in the village walking around so was kora. She was having a great time when all she heard was screaming. She ran over to what was going over to what was happening air bended the car and it flew over she ran on tuktok of the carriage and held on but they crashed and she fell and got stabbed.
And that's when I became the new avatar.
Please comment if you like.
