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Blue Mask	By : PatPat Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 11083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blue Mask, Two Swords, and Sozin’s Comet
Unwelcome Enlightenment
By Pat Squared

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Thank you very much for feeding my muse,
By offering a review.
It is a pleasure to share my muse with the world,
When someone says, 'Thank You."

“I’m sorry,” the young man tried to whispered to the young lady. “I am sorry that I had to drag you into this mess.”

However, no words would come out of his mouth. The oni stole his voice in this world and perhaps the next.

Ahead was her salvation. Ahead was his damnation. The question was if they could survive the upcoming battle.

Between the pair and salvation was a line of spirits. Each one was more powerful than the other spirits inhabiting this world.
Each one was armed with a terrifying cruel weapon designed to inflict the maximum amount of pain before dispatching its victim.

I guess the sages were wrong – the gods are not into forgiveness and enlightenment.

Weakened from his previous battles, he prepared himself for the final battle. She looked into his eyes. Then she kissed him.
He returned the kiss knowing that if fortune was kind, she would escape this place.

As for him, he would planned to purchase her salvation with his eternal damnation.

He drew his two blades and summoned the fire that was his birthright. She summoned a large ball of water.

The spirits charged.

There was no good way to die. However there were things worth dying for, things worth being damned for.

If he could save her soul, then eternal damnation was a fitting price to pay for his defiance.

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“Please save him...!”

Katara snapped up and started screaming for someone to save the man who saved her.

She looked upon the stunned faces of those around her. The faces looked familiar, but she could not place where, when, or how she recognized the faces. She begged and plead. However, the others around her did not understand her cries for help.
She motioned towards the limp body of her soul mate.

However, the bald one with a blue arrow merely made a sad face and shook his head.

She tried waking her soul mate up. His body was still warm. His heart was still beating weakly. However the rest of him looked like he already crossed into the realm of the dead.

She tried, but nothing worked. She collapsed crying, knowing that he sacrificed himself to help her escape.

She remembered a girl in green pulling her away from his body.
He was lying on the earth when it did not belong. He did not belong on the earth. The earth was not worthy of being his body.

The girl called her Katara and handed her a small cup of broth.

The girl who was called Katara remember finishing the broth and falling asleep from exhaustion.

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He vowed to earn every second of his eternal damnation. He vowed to take as many of the enemy as he could with him to hell. However, that goal was unfeasible if your enemies did not die like mortal men.

He lost count of how many limbs he severed, how many heads he lopped off, and how many throats he slit with his twin blades. Flesh, and steel swirled fighting a useless battle. Too bad he lost his fire with her disappearance.

Battle gave him a clarity that he rarely enjoyed in life. There was no time in battle to debate philosophy. There was no time to brood over the meaning of the tea leaves in the bottom of the tea cup. There was no referee to interfere or cry foul.
Here he had a purpose, even if his purpose was flawed.

Even when they would soon drag him away to his demise, he would go with a smile. In defying the god, the mortal had won a victory, even in defeat. He had denied his divine enemies the one of the two souls thing they wanted to enslave. He swung his sword. If he had a voice in this place, he would have laughed.

The gods were supposed to be immensely powerful and yet he defied them long enough to have them actually spend their power trying to break him.

Go ahead and follow her. She will need you.

The voice inside his head was all too familiar.

He wanted to cry out to the voice of his mother, but he lost his voice.

Exhaustion has worn him down. The gods were too powerful for him to fight forever.

A part of him wanted to leave this place.

Perversely a part of him wanted to remain here.

Here was a kind of immortality.

Here was a reason for existence, beyond being the whipping boy for the gods. Here was something that gave him a focus away from the disappointment he knew as his life.

Once he wondered why the gods seemed to hate him.

All his life, it seemed that the gods deliberately inflicted every conceivable suffering upon him. Now he did not really care for the reasons. Fate had done its best to break him and no matter how hard the gods tried, the banished prince would somehow claw his way back into fate’s tangled web.

Somehow he knew he could not leave. There was something wrong in this place and he would not leave until he found out what it was.

I’m staying.

Satisfied with his decision, the young man spun his twin sabers in a figure eight motion and slashed another mace wielding deity across the gut and with the second blade severed another head.

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Mistress,

There is a new succession moment among the mixed fire/earth bloods in the Earth Kingdom. With the death of King Bumi of Omashu and the upsurge in Earth Kingdom loyalist reprisals against the mixed bloods, the Earth Kingdom is fracturing into miniature kingdoms.

The provinces of Aoi, Daibutsu, and the region around Chongqing are now dominated by mixed blood refuges. The refuges are forting up. The local governments are forming a militia. Unlike most militias, this militia is comprised of battle hardened earth and a surprising number of fire benders. They have forted up villages and cities. They can hold strong points while maintaining a network of irregular, fast moving units to threaten enemy supply lines. They have secreted many supply dumps to fuel a long term guerrilla campaign against any invader. Their commanders are semi-independent but they all listen and respect a military advisor council of three or four former mid-level Earth Kingdom officers with extensive experience on the front.

Conclusion: The mixed bloods are materializing into an organization nicknamed the Outcast Clan. They are a nation in all but name.

There is no one solid political or military leader, but a council of elders from the various local and provincial governments.

However, our efforts to penetrate the veil of secrecy around the council are severely compromised. The mixed bloods have a talented former Earth Kingdom spy mistress who coordinates the emerging Outcast Clan’s intelligence network of agents, couriers, and saboteurs. All I have derived was one of her names – Mai Li. From what I know, she is a mixed blood who supposedly worked in counter intelligence for King Bumi. Although vigorous physical interrogations of the old man before him death did not yield any information about his intelligence service, he was rumored to have one of the best intelligence corps of the Earth Kingdoms. Mai Li’s counter-spies have severely compromised my personal network and I had to discard numerous agents to limit the danger.

This will be my last report for a while as I have to rebuild my network.

Senior Captain Tsing,
Fire Nation Bureau of Naval Intelligence

Azula knew that she underestimated her former childhood companion the instant she read the report.

Mai was quiet, but deep like the hidden currents near the sea shore that sucked unwary swimmers out to their deaths in the sea.

Now she was the opponent that Azula would have to face if Azula wanted to hold the western Earth Kingdom.

I can conquer the area, but there is no way that I would be able to rule it. Damn that bastard and damn that bitch.

When she sold Ty Lee to the elusive assassin in a fit of anger over Ty Lee's inability to stay awake, Azula did not know that she rendered her grandfather’s and father’s goal of ruling the world effectively into unobtainable myth like capturing the celestial dragon. However, instead of inspiring hatred, the realization only inspired a longing for the golden eye demon that stole her heart.

Jian Li, I could have given you the world and you turned it down. What was your line? You seek to make me a sheep in wolf’s clothing, the ultimate disgrace!

Azula started plotting her next move.

Jian Li was the key.

Jian Li had cost her and the Fire Nation a lot. He was going to back her back with interest. He was going to give her control of the world and an heir or he will die trying.

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His wounds were too numerous to count. His actions were slowing, but his foes were not.

He could barely stand.

His right arm was useless.

If he was in the real world, he would be dead or at least passed out from the pain.

However here in hell, the gods would not allow him that mercy.

A yellow masked god walked up to him. The god looked down upon him and bellowed out a challenge to the other gods.

The yellow masked god stuck him across the chest with an iron kanabo, or spike club. The god bellowed out an incomprehensible war cry and proceeded to smash his chest again smashing him down to the earth.

Looking into the grey eyes of the god, the young man knew that this was a god of the Air Nomads. His ancestor Kozun destroyed the god’s followers and now the god was seeking to punish him.
With the last of his strength, the young man spat in the face of the god. The god was stunned.

The young man swung his sword and added another head to the heads littering this field. He collapsed and for the first time examined the head of his enemy.

These are not gods!

They were oni – the demons that ran the hells and once rule the earth.

There were no gods!

The young man recalled the legends. The oni once rule the world. They took human females as concubines and their half-oni offspring were the first benders. There were oni of the heavens. There were oni of the earth. There were oni of the dark murky seas. There were oni of the flames.

It was oni blood that sired lust, war, hatred, and fear. It was the infusion oni blood that cause the once proud children of the gods to become an abomination to their creators and caused the gods to forever remove the peaches of immortality from this earth so that mankind would never live long enough to overthrow the rule of heaven.

However, mankind in embracing destruction also fuel creation for one could not have creation without destruction, life without death, nor joy without pain. This was the central mystery of the tao that he had learn many times in many prior lives. He was the weed in the gardens of the gods. He was the worm who tilled the earth. Disgusting, he might be, he was just as important as the roses above, for without his work in the shadows, there would be no nutrients the feed the blooming rose.

The young man knew then that there were no gods. Koh the face thief spoke of the old gods at their last meeting. The oni were the newer gods. Now, it was up to the young man to understand this truth. The oni had conquered the old gods save for the god of chaos who was already locked away. They could not conquer chaos as the oni too were born out of the seas of chaos.

The young man staggered towards the path. Every step meant another myth shattered. Every step marked an imperceptibly small increase in his strength and speed. Here the will and enlightenment were the twin blades he wielded. He would return to the world of the living once more and unravel fate’s weavings.

His body was shaking uncontrollably.

Harder. You are the master of your fate. You tell your body what to do. Force it to listen to your will. Do it or be no more than a slug who crawls. Do it or your enemies will pour salt on you and watch you shrivel.

He let lose a roar of defiance, but the roar made a mouse squeak seem load like a great horn.

He took in a deep breath and exhaled.

The fire rose and its warmth fed his inner fire.

Katara stood there looking at him like he was a ghost.

“Not yet. You told me that I would live just long enough to maybe see the snows once more. The snows have not fallen yet.”

Katara wept as she took him into her arms. He could feel her warmth and realized just how close he came to death. He was cold, his inner fire was a buried ember awaiting for the opportunity to become a raging bonfire once more.

He looked down at his weakened body. The once fit prince was now a shell of skin and bone. His muscles wasted away in his illness. He had fallen far. He would return. He had some unfinished business to take care of before he would see the gods once more.
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