Book 0: Healing Chapter 3: Who Are You?
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Book 0: Healing Chapter 3: Who Are You?
[X] No
[X] Go to your Father's Tomb: You want to see where they will bury him.
There was a fleeting thought to go to the dinner uninvited, to see what Grandfather and Ozai would say to you. But that fleeting moment disappeared when you looked at Ursa, and realized what she was truly asking.
She did want you to join them, but she was still determining if you would even have the self-control to defend your claim to the throne. Maybe. But you did not know really, about all this.
But you did want to be alone, and that was the only thing certain on your mind. "I won't come, don't you worry about me." You found yourself saying.
But it was strange to see her relief pour over her face like water, and she smiled at you. "Thank you Lu Ten."
You gave a small bow of your head. "You're welcome. I hope that tomorrow night, I'll be able to have dinner with you and your family?"
The offer made her shake her head, but the words left her mouth. "I will relay that to my husband." The matter is clearly out of her hands now.
You sighed. "Well, I hope Uncle will be happy to see his nephew again." You paused, freezing in place as you saw some of the ghosts appear in your vision again. Pointing. Pointing away from the tranquility of the garden, and towards the catacombs.
Towards the tomb where Azulon would bury his son.
You frowned as you bowed your head. "I bid you farewell for now."
Ursa gave a small bow before you walked away, and you could feel her stare at you as you left, unsure whether to be disgusted by your appearance or happy that you hadn't become a stranger to her.
You hoped that there would be time.
But the ghosts did not wait. They wanted you to follow. And there was nothing you could do but heed them.
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The tomb had a statue of Iroh, and it was not an accurate representation of the man. He stood at attention, with a fire nation uniform and armor, a helmet covering much of his face, a dragon insignia on his armor, signifying his status as the Dragon of the West.
It was not what he would have wanted.
He would have preferred a simpler statue, where he could be seen by all, not as the Hero of the Fire nation, but as a humbler man. He would want to be sitting, with a pai sho table in front of him, or a teapot. He would have added some inscriptions of wisdom for the younger generation, one that could have been useful right now.
He would have hoped that someone would set up a teapot and cups for him so that he would be able to have some tea ready… no matter the circumstances.
This tomb that Azulon wanted… was nothing but a sterile reflection of what He wanted to view Iroh as. The great hero. The man who almost ended Sozen's great war of conquest.
The Hero.
But now you were here, without anything to offer. But you looked out towards the empty tomb, where your father was soon to be laid to rest, and you sat, cross-legged and still, and focused.
You had never been one for meditation, but you had to try. The Ghosts were waiting. Silently waiting to see if you could be anything like your father.
You took a deep breath, and waited, and closed your eyes.
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When you opened your eyes again, your father was in front of you. His smile was kind and jovial, his form still chubby, just like he was when you were a child, not out in combat.
But upon closer inspection, his smile was not happy, or angry, or broken, but a sad one. He did not wish to see you. "Lu Ten, my son." He whispered. "You shouldn't have come. You are not meant to be here, where I am. You are meant to be out there… in the world, where you are supposed to meet your destiny."
You frowned. "Father, I- What destiny?"
"I do not know. The spirits have a path laid out before you, and a path I cannot follow, but one I know you will find the courage to face, without me."
"But why, why come to me now, just to tell me I have a destiny you can't help me with?" You asked.
"You have always been tuned into the spirits, and to the world around you. You see the ghosts of your friends as shades, and reminders of your guilt and your failings. But why not look at them from a different perspective? Through a different lens?" He asked. "What if they are not trying to haunt you, but to help you?"
"But I killed them."
Iroh seemed sad that you would say such a thing. "The War killed them, just like it killed me. That is what war is. It does not care who you are. Only that you die, or survive." He paused, and the ghosts seemingly vanished from behind you. "Life is sacred, and not to be treated lightly, and all the spirits know that. And you deep down, know that too."
He then smiled. "When you come to terms with what you believe are your failings and your trauma… you will then see what they all see too. That I have seen. That the dragons we saw all those years ago saw."
"What?" You asked.
"That you are a good man. That you are my son… and your destiny is not one of war and violence." Iroh stated.
"But what is my destiny father?" You asked.
"That is for you to decide." He replied.
And then the world went white.
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You awoke at your father's tomb, and much of the fires had gone out.
And you were alone.
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You had a destiny… but you didn't know what it was?
What do you do:
[]Leave: You have to leave the Palace. You couldn't find out what your father meant by… staying locked up as a prisoner in the gilded cage.
[]Speak to the Fire Sages: You… were never one who learned from the sages. But you could try.
[]Rest: A man needs his rest.
[]Write in
AN: Enjoy.
[X] No
[X] Go to your Father's Tomb: You want to see where they will bury him.
There was a fleeting thought to go to the dinner uninvited, to see what Grandfather and Ozai would say to you. But that fleeting moment disappeared when you looked at Ursa, and realized what she was truly asking.
She did want you to join them, but she was still determining if you would even have the self-control to defend your claim to the throne. Maybe. But you did not know really, about all this.
But you did want to be alone, and that was the only thing certain on your mind. "I won't come, don't you worry about me." You found yourself saying.
But it was strange to see her relief pour over her face like water, and she smiled at you. "Thank you Lu Ten."
You gave a small bow of your head. "You're welcome. I hope that tomorrow night, I'll be able to have dinner with you and your family?"
The offer made her shake her head, but the words left her mouth. "I will relay that to my husband." The matter is clearly out of her hands now.
You sighed. "Well, I hope Uncle will be happy to see his nephew again." You paused, freezing in place as you saw some of the ghosts appear in your vision again. Pointing. Pointing away from the tranquility of the garden, and towards the catacombs.
Towards the tomb where Azulon would bury his son.
You frowned as you bowed your head. "I bid you farewell for now."
Ursa gave a small bow before you walked away, and you could feel her stare at you as you left, unsure whether to be disgusted by your appearance or happy that you hadn't become a stranger to her.
You hoped that there would be time.
But the ghosts did not wait. They wanted you to follow. And there was nothing you could do but heed them.
------------------
The tomb had a statue of Iroh, and it was not an accurate representation of the man. He stood at attention, with a fire nation uniform and armor, a helmet covering much of his face, a dragon insignia on his armor, signifying his status as the Dragon of the West.
It was not what he would have wanted.
He would have preferred a simpler statue, where he could be seen by all, not as the Hero of the Fire nation, but as a humbler man. He would want to be sitting, with a pai sho table in front of him, or a teapot. He would have added some inscriptions of wisdom for the younger generation, one that could have been useful right now.
He would have hoped that someone would set up a teapot and cups for him so that he would be able to have some tea ready… no matter the circumstances.
This tomb that Azulon wanted… was nothing but a sterile reflection of what He wanted to view Iroh as. The great hero. The man who almost ended Sozen's great war of conquest.
The Hero.
But now you were here, without anything to offer. But you looked out towards the empty tomb, where your father was soon to be laid to rest, and you sat, cross-legged and still, and focused.
You had never been one for meditation, but you had to try. The Ghosts were waiting. Silently waiting to see if you could be anything like your father.
You took a deep breath, and waited, and closed your eyes.
---------------------------------------------------
When you opened your eyes again, your father was in front of you. His smile was kind and jovial, his form still chubby, just like he was when you were a child, not out in combat.
But upon closer inspection, his smile was not happy, or angry, or broken, but a sad one. He did not wish to see you. "Lu Ten, my son." He whispered. "You shouldn't have come. You are not meant to be here, where I am. You are meant to be out there… in the world, where you are supposed to meet your destiny."
You frowned. "Father, I- What destiny?"
"I do not know. The spirits have a path laid out before you, and a path I cannot follow, but one I know you will find the courage to face, without me."
"But why, why come to me now, just to tell me I have a destiny you can't help me with?" You asked.
"You have always been tuned into the spirits, and to the world around you. You see the ghosts of your friends as shades, and reminders of your guilt and your failings. But why not look at them from a different perspective? Through a different lens?" He asked. "What if they are not trying to haunt you, but to help you?"
"But I killed them."
Iroh seemed sad that you would say such a thing. "The War killed them, just like it killed me. That is what war is. It does not care who you are. Only that you die, or survive." He paused, and the ghosts seemingly vanished from behind you. "Life is sacred, and not to be treated lightly, and all the spirits know that. And you deep down, know that too."
He then smiled. "When you come to terms with what you believe are your failings and your trauma… you will then see what they all see too. That I have seen. That the dragons we saw all those years ago saw."
"What?" You asked.
"That you are a good man. That you are my son… and your destiny is not one of war and violence." Iroh stated.
"But what is my destiny father?" You asked.
"That is for you to decide." He replied.
And then the world went white.
---------------------------------------------
You awoke at your father's tomb, and much of the fires had gone out.
And you were alone.
----------------------------------
You had a destiny… but you didn't know what it was?
What do you do:
[]Leave: You have to leave the Palace. You couldn't find out what your father meant by… staying locked up as a prisoner in the gilded cage.
[]Speak to the Fire Sages: You… were never one who learned from the sages. But you could try.
[]Rest: A man needs his rest.
[]Write in
AN: Enjoy.
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