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400 word drabble: One Circle Closed
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avatar_500 prompt #48, Finish.
Summary: There was a time before the Avatar, and before people knew what the Avatar was.
One Circle Closed
The lakes sank lower with each year, disappearing into the empty dust. Fewer benders were born each year, and the people who had once lived on the backs of lion-turtles instead of rafts, and bent other people's bending were barely even memories.
No one had seen a spirit in dreams in generations. The spirits had deserted them. Only the blood of their greatest bender could bring them back, they whispered.
She was old. Her children were dead, and her grandchildren were grown. She put her own head onto the block, but when they raised the sword, her eyes glowed white.
~*~
When raiders came from the islands, his mother grabbed him and his brothers and sister and ran with them into the hills. Fire burst out of the raiders hands and feet, catching in the thatched house roofs, and he watched it from safety, but when the fire came out of his hands, and the earth trembled with his footsteps, he ran down the hill to fight with the men of his village, and when his eyes burned white, and the voice of an old woman came out of his throat along with his own, no one stood in his way.
~*~
The dragons came out to meet her on the day she was born. They sniffed her, their whiskers tickling her cheeks. When they left her again, her parents breathed a sigh of relief.
As her belly grew round and full with her first child, the girl the dragons had blessed drew water from the well. She pulled her hand up...
And the water followed. She screamed, the water clinging to her, and she ran through the village as the old Sun warriors spoke of the boy who had driven them away from the Earth shores with earth and fire together.
~*~
As word traveled throughout the world that High Priestess of Fire with her glowing eyes and three voices had died, a woman gave birth alone, far from her clan, in a sky bison saddle. She took the baby home and he cried into the wind.
His aunt and grandfather said he was the greatest airbender they had ever seen, but it was the day he mimicked the earthbenders at a festival and he earth moved that they realized just how powerful he really was.
"You know," his mother said, "He was born the night the three voiced Fire priestess died."
avatar_500 prompt #48, Finish.Summary: There was a time before the Avatar, and before people knew what the Avatar was.
One Circle Closed
The lakes sank lower with each year, disappearing into the empty dust. Fewer benders were born each year, and the people who had once lived on the backs of lion-turtles instead of rafts, and bent other people's bending were barely even memories.
No one had seen a spirit in dreams in generations. The spirits had deserted them. Only the blood of their greatest bender could bring them back, they whispered.
She was old. Her children were dead, and her grandchildren were grown. She put her own head onto the block, but when they raised the sword, her eyes glowed white.
~*~
When raiders came from the islands, his mother grabbed him and his brothers and sister and ran with them into the hills. Fire burst out of the raiders hands and feet, catching in the thatched house roofs, and he watched it from safety, but when the fire came out of his hands, and the earth trembled with his footsteps, he ran down the hill to fight with the men of his village, and when his eyes burned white, and the voice of an old woman came out of his throat along with his own, no one stood in his way.
~*~
The dragons came out to meet her on the day she was born. They sniffed her, their whiskers tickling her cheeks. When they left her again, her parents breathed a sigh of relief.
As her belly grew round and full with her first child, the girl the dragons had blessed drew water from the well. She pulled her hand up...
And the water followed. She screamed, the water clinging to her, and she ran through the village as the old Sun warriors spoke of the boy who had driven them away from the Earth shores with earth and fire together.
~*~
As word traveled throughout the world that High Priestess of Fire with her glowing eyes and three voices had died, a woman gave birth alone, far from her clan, in a sky bison saddle. She took the baby home and he cried into the wind.
His aunt and grandfather said he was the greatest airbender they had ever seen, but it was the day he mimicked the earthbenders at a festival and he earth moved that they realized just how powerful he really was.
"You know," his mother said, "He was born the night the three voiced Fire priestess died."
