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The Conqueror	By : AdamIam Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 16574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Two
He, King Ozai, stood before the mirror looking at his bitter face. How this could have been his fate to watch, his kingdom made of his own hands ruled by his son perplexed him. The once handsome smooth face now wrinkled, wore a constant frown. Such things should never have happened. He held no power even when the Dragon Prince left the Stone Palace. Iroh, his brother and the Truth Seeker ruled in Zuko’s stead. He was just a figurehead to serve as a reminder to the others that Ozai’s time had ended.
The King ran his still strong hand over the black scar across his neck. It was the mark from the Dragon’s sword Nocturne. Zuko cursed him for the rest of his life never to speak to him again. The scar would burn with the heat of Tragone’s lair if Ozai even thought of speaking to his son. All of his words Iroh repeated to the Dragon Prince and Zuko ignored them. It was but four years ago when he thought Ozai’s words were Holy Scripture.
Ozai turned from the mirror in disgust; damn the prophecy foretelling of the Conqueror born to the mightiest of the Fire nation. His hands balled into fists and his body began to shake as his memory of the day Zuko claimed the sword of Tragone enveloped his mind and body and would not let go until the sword seared his neck in the memory.
~~~~~~~ Four years earlier~~~~~~~~~~
Am I not the mightiest of the Fire nation Monk Pi Mai?”
The fifteen monks stood before the King in the royal hall with their heads bowed in respect. They were Ozai’s personal advisors and had predicted that this year the Sword of Tragone would have its master.
The lead monk stood before the others and nodded. “You are a mighty one sire but there is one even mightier than you.”
Ozai ran from the throne, placed his face directly before the lead monk’s face, and clenched his teeth in anger. “There is none as powerful as I am Monk Pi Mai. I have built this palace of stone for the dragon and forsaken all women to purify myself and still I can not breach the mountain because you think I am not the mightiest.”
The Monk held his ground as he spoke. “You are not pure of heart sire. Only he that is pure of heart can breach the mountain. Only he who is the mightiest can take the sword. Only he who is powerful can fuse with the dragon. You are not the one who shall claim the sword.”
Ozai stumbled backward towards his throne as if he struck in the heart. He fell into his chair feeling drained. “Who is mightier than me?”
The Monks behind Pi Mai spoke in unison. “Your son Prince Zuko is the mightiest of us all.”
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“Father I cannot climb this mountain.” Zuko looked up at the dark and steaming mountain and trembled with fear. He was only sixteen and thought that was too young to be a meal for a dragon.
Ozai glared at his son. How could he be the mightiest of them all? He was just a frightened boy, not even a man and never felt the touch of a woman. He was nothing.
“Zuko you must retrieve the sword for me only you can do it.”
Zuko stared slightly downwards into his father’s eyes unconvinced of his words. His mother never trusted him and made sure her son knew of his evilness towards her. She ran away from his father but left him in the care of Iroh.
Ozai frowned at his stubbornness and looked back at Pi Mai and the monk came forward.“Young Prince you will not be harmed for the prophecy has told of you retrieving the sword for your father.”
“Why can’t he get it himself if it is meant for him?” Zuko’s golden eyes bore into that of the monk’s and Pi Mai lowered his head.
The mountain began to tremble as fire and smoke seeped from the cracks. Zuko turned and faced the rock that housed the dragon.
“Get the sword for me and I will tell you where your mother has gone.”
It was the only question that Zuko asked everyday since she left. Ozai knew this would push him to the task. The young Prince looked back at his father before walking towards the mountain some fifty feet away. Ozai and the fifteen monks all could feel the heat slowly cooling as Zuko came closer towards the mountain.
Ozai watched in amazement as his son began to climb the now ice covered mountain. Footholds formed to give the Prince sure steps towards the opening of the dragon’s lair.
“He is the one.” The monks said in unison.
It was very dark and smoky the inside mountain but somehow he knew where to go. The bright light from the molten lava led him into the dragon’s lair. The heat he could not feel nor could he see the dragon that watched him.
Zuko looked around the empty lair seeing the black scales lying against the wall and a nest of straw. Smoke began to recede and the lake of fire revealed itself to him. He walked towards the edge of the lake and saw the black sword bathed in the fire. He reached down and drew the sword from the fiery pit. The black blade sang to him as he stared at its beauty.
Tragone appeared as an apparition. The young Prince stood holding the sword with both hands before his face. Zuko leaned his forehead against the blade as the Dragon reared up preparing to deliver his fire.
The front side of the mountain exploded as fire roared through the rock and began to melt the ice. Ozai turned to Pi Mai with anger.
“The prophecy was a lie. He is dead and the dragon is awake and will kill us all in revenge.”
All turned towards the mountain when they heard the deafening roar of Tragone and a black object came flying from the new hole formed by the blast of fire. The body soared through the air until it reached the group, somersaulted and landed before Ozai.
The Monks fell to their knees and began chanting as Prince Zuko straightened to his full height before his father wearing the dragon’s scales that glowed with the outline of Tragone’s head on his chest. The torso of the beast glowed on the front and back of the Prince’s body. He held the sword behind his back and slowly brought it towards the front and before his face. It glistened in the sun and sang to its master. The burning ornaments in Zuko’s hair fell to the ground and his long black hair blew in the breeze as his gaze fixed on his father.
This was the first time Ozai knew fear. The golden stare of his son did not waiver as he looked at him. Ozai felt tingling all over his body as the fear began to take physical form.
“Give me the sword son.”
Zuko lowered the sword and turned from the King. “Come and take it father. “
The Prince walked over to the chanting monks. A roar from the dragon in the mountain silenced them. All stared up at the Prince before them.
“I have seen a vision of my own.” The wind swirled around them and the Monks began looking towards the clouding sky trying to find the dragon they knew was there. As the Prince moved forward, their attention returned to him.
“My vision tells of the death of those who commit treason against their Prince.”
Their screams of mercy went unheard as the sword roared slicing through the air and fire rained down on them from the dragon above. Ozai began running away from the scene as fast as he could. He stumbled over a suddenly rising rock and fell to the ground. Horror showed on Ozai’s face when he saw that Zuko had commanded the rock to rise.
His son approached him as the ground shook from the impact of the dragon landing in a cloud of black smoke ten feet away from them. The massive black head came from the smoke and roared at the King cowering on the ground.
Ozai began sliding back on the ground as Zuko approached. “I am your father!”
“Your words are poison and as of this day I will never hear them again for as long as you live.” He raised the black sword and the slide the blade across Ozai’s neck.
~~~~~~~~~ Now ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The king held onto the chair as the pain from the scar claimed his body. He fell to his knees groaning in pain as it became hard to breathe from the heat filling his throat and spreading to his body. Blisters formed on his skin as his blood began to boil. His death came closer each time this memory would come to him. His body would stay in this trance for ten minutes bringing him to exhaustion.
Ozai growled in frustration as he felt his strength waning and the darkness coming to claim him. His only thought before unconsciousness took him was how one killed a dragon.
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Far away on top of the ice in the Southern water clan’s territory one of their Hunters secured his butchered meat to his sled as the winter wind began to grow with force. Here on top of the ice was a dangerous place to be to ride out the worse that winter could bring.
Sokka cut the last bit of meat from the walrus lion and fed it to his two wolf lizards that pulled his sled. He had a very rich bounty to return to the village tomorrow in time for the winter celebration. He was their greatest hunter and always had the biggest and best catches. He was anxious to return home and hear what Master Pakka’s response was to Katara’s refusal to marry him. The leader of his village assured Sokka even though Katara’s decision would anger Pakka he would not attack his sister clan and that he and the other warriors could go on the hunt.
Sokka pulled his hood onto his head and grabbed the reigns as he stepped onto the back of the sled. A feeling of dread came over him as he gave a yell and the beast began to run across the ice with haste. He intended to make it home before the storm and know why his heart felt so heavy.
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