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The Man...
Title: The Man Who Has Everything
Author: c3childs
Rating: K+
Words: 500
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Hints of character death, AU post-war
Char/Pair: Ozai
Summary: He’d worked so hard to get what he had and succeeded.
The Avatar had been a bratling child with more power than he knew how to handle. However, he had challenged the Phoenix King, and child or spirit, he had been put down. As his skin blistered and that unholy light left his glowing eyes, the king smiled. With that over, the fun could start.
Losing his armada hadn’t stopped him. With the comet’s power, he breathed the flames, made them live, and they devoured everything with a ferocity like nothing he’d ever known. The heat flooded his veins, making him feel truly alive. Flames roared around him, and he reveled in it.
It was glorious.
That had been the crescendo of his life.
The nations were his. The world was his. He alone ruled as the ultimate ruler over all. The Earth Kingdom was little more than ash with only a remnant of the filthy peasants along the Eastern and Western coasts. Bah Sing Se was dust under his feet. Nothing remained of his enemies but dust in the wind. All resistance had been eliminated, all thoughts of hope shattered. He had the power to do as he wished, and none rivaled him. Every man, woman, and creature was under his subjection, and at his will, he could end any one of them.
However, as the world was his, there came the matter of ruling it. The Water Tribes had once again isolated themselves from the world, yet he would receive a yearly tithe from them. His new territory in the former Earth Kingdom was secure. The only problem seemed to stem from the Fire Nation. Fire Lord Azula seemed to be having a few delegation issues, as there was no one to delegate to. That, he could put off for a bit longer. The colonies were demanding supplies and assistance in rebuilding. Apparently, some of them had been a little too close to the action on the day of the comet. No one dared oppose him, and he was surrounded with even more Yes Men than before.
There would be no more resistance movements, no guerrilla warfare. The soldiers could go home and do…something else. All would be at peace. They had no choice otherwise. Before long, everything ran smoothly in his new world order. His plans were enacted without question, and his time was spent putting his seal to make words law. He attended fewer political functions, because really, he didn’t have to put up with them any longer.
The fear and awe on the people’s faces weren’t quite so satisfying to see anymore.
There was much to be done daily, but it seemed the same as yesterday. When not occupied with his duties, the Phoenix King could often be found atop the highest tower of his new, massive palace. The people would whisper that from there, he could see his land and all he’d wrought. He’d plotted for years, sacrificed much, and poured his life into possessing the world and succeeded. It was all his.
Now what?
Author: c3childs
Rating: K+
Words: 500
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Hints of character death, AU post-war
Char/Pair: Ozai
Summary: He’d worked so hard to get what he had and succeeded.
The Avatar had been a bratling child with more power than he knew how to handle. However, he had challenged the Phoenix King, and child or spirit, he had been put down. As his skin blistered and that unholy light left his glowing eyes, the king smiled. With that over, the fun could start.
Losing his armada hadn’t stopped him. With the comet’s power, he breathed the flames, made them live, and they devoured everything with a ferocity like nothing he’d ever known. The heat flooded his veins, making him feel truly alive. Flames roared around him, and he reveled in it.
It was glorious.
That had been the crescendo of his life.
The nations were his. The world was his. He alone ruled as the ultimate ruler over all. The Earth Kingdom was little more than ash with only a remnant of the filthy peasants along the Eastern and Western coasts. Bah Sing Se was dust under his feet. Nothing remained of his enemies but dust in the wind. All resistance had been eliminated, all thoughts of hope shattered. He had the power to do as he wished, and none rivaled him. Every man, woman, and creature was under his subjection, and at his will, he could end any one of them.
However, as the world was his, there came the matter of ruling it. The Water Tribes had once again isolated themselves from the world, yet he would receive a yearly tithe from them. His new territory in the former Earth Kingdom was secure. The only problem seemed to stem from the Fire Nation. Fire Lord Azula seemed to be having a few delegation issues, as there was no one to delegate to. That, he could put off for a bit longer. The colonies were demanding supplies and assistance in rebuilding. Apparently, some of them had been a little too close to the action on the day of the comet. No one dared oppose him, and he was surrounded with even more Yes Men than before.
There would be no more resistance movements, no guerrilla warfare. The soldiers could go home and do…something else. All would be at peace. They had no choice otherwise. Before long, everything ran smoothly in his new world order. His plans were enacted without question, and his time was spent putting his seal to make words law. He attended fewer political functions, because really, he didn’t have to put up with them any longer.
The fear and awe on the people’s faces weren’t quite so satisfying to see anymore.
There was much to be done daily, but it seemed the same as yesterday. When not occupied with his duties, the Phoenix King could often be found atop the highest tower of his new, massive palace. The people would whisper that from there, he could see his land and all he’d wrought. He’d plotted for years, sacrificed much, and poured his life into possessing the world and succeeded. It was all his.
Now what?
Not a flame ;D
Also, I hate Ozai so much (though I can respect your taste), but you're writing style isn't bad at all. I kinda likes it. ^_^
Ummm, I can't remember what you said in your post after this about this fic, so I hope it's okay if I ask here real quick... will there be more? :o I'd read it. :)
Re: Not a flame ;D
lol Any semblance of a 'writing style' is mere coincidental.
I hadn't planned anything to follow this. This was an entry for Avatar 500 community, and the prompt was empty so that happened. However, I do have a 'Warehouse' of Avatar oneshots on Fanfiction. I can give you the link, if you want.
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