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|"We shall unite the Earth Kingdom under a single banner of pride. We can remind the Fire Nation that the fire in any man's or woman's heart is never extinguished as long as there is hope, and hope is indeed alive."|
|— Kyasin's incitation of revolution amongst the inmates of a Fire Nation prison.|
Revolution 1 is the fourth chapter of Avatar:The Last Airbender Revised.
April 30th, 2011
Behind the Scenes
Golden Future Time
Bright and Early
The Dawn of Revolution
The crests of fierce waves were dispersed as they crashed against the iron ship's hide. The warship plowed through the shifting foam of the seas toward the imposing platform that lied ahead. The guard watched as one of the new prison wards expressed his mute wrath at another by simply averting his bitter gaze from her, no matter where the rocking ship turned his body.
To intentionally lead his pursuers to him in an attempt to increase her own notoriety seemed like utter greed to him. Eventually, Kyasin grew irreversibly sickened of his attitude and simply allowed the pressure of sleep to consume her. Over the next several hours, her ferocious internal flame burned brighter than ever before. Her instincts had told her that the decision she'd made would have a vast ripple effect, and this pleased her.
The two benders were roughly cast off of the solitary ship that was docked, and onto the rig by the gruff soldiers, and they stubbornly refused to be escorted to the central plaza, preferring to stride forward forcefully, with a ferociously defiant energy emanating from their bodies. Each and every guard recoiled at the sight of meager peasants whose spirits had not yet been shattered by the warden. The guards almost pitied these two for their internal strength, as it would only condemn them in this place of cruelty, Warden Liruk's domain. Liruk was a vile and detestable sadist, even by the standards of the Fire Nation's military. He had been an affiliate of the renowned raiding party known as the Southern Ravens until their defection, when he had chosen to align with the authority rather than his lawless, anarchic comrades.
Kyasin and Hodu stood on a pedestal on the south side of the main platform, being presented to their fellow prisoners like tender young bull pigs being sold off at a marketplace. The warden stood between them, leering at Kyasin with unmistakable lechery in his eyes, then arrogantly glaring at Hodu as if he was no more than dirt. He looked down on each and every prisoner to assert his dominance, then began to speak with a distinctive lisp, perhaps marking his background within the Fire Nation.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. These two new inductees are the beacon for myself and my soldiers, as they're the last benders we needed to round up." With a malicious smile, he gestured to Hodu on his right side. "This ruffian was terrorizing our shoreside soldiers for four months, steadfastly refusing to not be a thorn in our sides and evading us with the aid of the locals, who will be appropriately punished in due time." He then walked over to Kyasin and attempted to penetrate the mental barrier she had erected with another lecherous stare and toothy grin. "Hello beautiful. This one attempted to defend the rabble-rouser, whom we presume to be her partner, but naturally a boulder or two cannot surmount the might of the elite Fire Nation soldiers."
Kyasin slammed her fist into the warden's gut, but immediately was restrained by the guards afterward. The warden chuckled and remarked, "A little fight in you, I like that."
With a stoic and outright resentful glare, Kyasin responded, "Oh I assure, you'll love me."
The warden's smile suddenly dissipated. "I want her in my private quarters in three hours. She's going to be tonight's entertainment." He then turned back to the prisoners and announced, "In two days time my soldiers and I will be departing from this rig. After a discussion or two with the FireLord, he and I concurred that the most efficient way to prevent any uprisings while we overtake and occupy the eastern half of the kingdom is to simply take all the most capable fighters, the earthbenders, and isolate them miles away from any form of earth with no available food supply. I actually have a betting ring set up on how long it will take for the last of you to expire." The warden cheerfully leapt from the stage and strolled to his quarters.
Kyasin and Hodu were left to mingle with the dozens upon dozens of haggard and famished prisoners. Hodu quickly approached an older man with a thick beard, and embraced him. Kyasin assumed that the man was Hodu's aforementioned father, and turned to observe the afternoon sun as it began its descent past the horizon. She stared at these pitiful, disconsolate warriors and realized how far they'd truly been dragged into the abyss of despair. These were the same immensely proud warriors that were spoken of as myths back home, that her father was serving alongside, but their spirit of defiance and courage had been swept away with the tides when they were brought to this damned rig. This revolution was not about her obtaining notoriety for she, Ain, and Sakodi any longer. It was not about gaining a reputation, or even starting a ripple effect. To restore the souls of these hollow knights would be rewarding enough.
Having noticed a few wisps of steam rising from it, she strode over to the large vent in the center of the platform. As she inhaled a few streams of it, she exploded into a fit of coughing and dry retching. She wandered over to where Hodu and his father were. "That vent leads directly to a furnace of some sort, doesn't it?"
Without physically acknowledging her presence, the two bluntly said, "Yes."
In return, she exclaimed, "Then the fuel that they're burning could be coal, correct? That is to say, earth, that each and every prisoner on this rig could use as a weapon?"
Without emotion, Tyro, Hodu's father, turned to her and stated, "The fuel could just as easily be some sort of organic product that wouldn't be of any use to us. The guards say that the very first prisoners were tossed into the furnace for attempting to pull the fuel out of the vent. It had been a wasted endeavor any way, as they could not grip onto any element, proving that coal was and is very likely not at the bottom of that vent. Everyone here has concluded that the only option is to simply embrace that these soldiers are in complete control of our fates. And now we know their intentions for our fates."
Kyasin was tempted to slap this man into submission, despite his age. She declared, "Then I'll gladly be the one to pull the first punch. That perverse bastard of a warden won't know what hit him." She stormed away from the two men that she considered utterly pathetic, and decided that she would require rest before her...rendezvous with the warden.
. . .
One of the warden's lackeys attempted to rouse Kyasin from her simulated sleep with a vicious kick to her ribs, and in response she turned her body and swept out the guard's legs, then snapped his neck and threw him over the side of the rig. With a feral glint in her eye, she looked at the warden and each of his soldiers, fearlessly challenging any of them to approach her. She'd relish the opportunity to swiftly end one of their horrid lives, and there was no petty regret holding her back. The names inscribed on their armor meant nothing to her. The warden drew a queer metal instrument from his belt, and pressed it against her skull. He calmly stated, "You will transport yourself to my quarters without faltering, or I will be forced to do something we would both regret."
In mockery, Kyasin asked, "Would this toy of yours somehow harm me?"
The warden chose to answer with a demonstration. He pulled some sort of mechanism on the back of the tool and pointed it at the nearest guard. He pressed some sort of trigger with his index finger, and then a massively deafening sound and bright sparks erupted from the device. She turned to the guard and realized that the machine the warden was carrying had launched a projectile of some sort, which perforated the guard's skull. She walked to his quarters without further challenge, and he followed her close in step. Seeking to avoid the possibility of her using it against him. he handed the weapon to one of his guards.
She walked into a cold and barren room that was utterly devoid of objects excluding a filthy cot. Once the warden had closed the hefty metal door, she put her hands behind her back. So that his guards would not be able to intervene on their friendly chat, she froze the hinges of the door. The warden remarked that his accommodations would suffice for the next 36 hours or so, but they were far more appropriate for the guards than himself. He leaned forward in an attempt to get a grip on her robe, and she side-kicked him against the wall, then froze his arms and legs against the chilled iron. She drew the knife that he had tucked into his belt and pressed it against his throat.
With loathing boiling beneath her stoic exterior, she uttered, "You will provide me with every article of information that I require, and in return, I will provide you with the thinnest morsel of mercy, an amount which you don't even deserve, and plunge this blade into your skull. Do we have a deal?"
He smugly laughed at her, before wincing once she'd smashed the handle of the blade against his chest. He muttered, "If you're simply going to execute me whether or not I provide the information you desire, then what motive do I have for offering this information?"
"Perhaps you misinterpreted my words, scum. Stabbing you in the jugular is a reward, an act of mercy. You would be allowed to submit yourself to the reaper swiftly, rather than expire slowly in misery. If you do not divulge the information I require, then I will kill you as slowly as I wish, and will relish every second of it. Maybe I'll start with flaying off that pale skin of yours." She regretted these words instantaneously. If the warden took her up on her bluff, she'd have no choice but to attempt to subject him to sickening torture. He unquestionably deserved to die, but she couldn't stomach the thought of actually performing what she was describing.
The warden cringed in absolute fear. There were no physical give-aways to betray her words. As far as he could tell, there was no reason the woman would not keep to her word. With his voice cracking on every other word out of sheer terror, the warden surrendered his pride and said, "Wha..what do you seek to be enlightened about?"
With a triumphant and sadistic smile creeping onto her face, Kyasin tapped the blade against the warden's armor. "The fuel inside the rig's furnace...it is coal, yes? The prisoners were told those lies just to suppress any morale and ensure that their spirits would remain broken?"
"That would be correct, my dear." He amplified those final words with a flavor of unrefined obscenity. "Do you sincerely believe that these husks that barely pass as human beings will be riled up just because of some coal? You're wasting your valuable time with these pathetic Earth Kingdom peasants. Your cunning and fighting ability would get you very far in the Fire Nation army. You have much more in common with our warriors and commanders than those of the primitive Earth Kingdom military. You're a calculating strategist, always waiting for the proper timing to strike. You're exactly the sort of warrior we need."
"With these pitiful earthbenders, I am fighting for something tangible. I could not say that if I was serving the FireLord. He just desires power, and as a symbol of this power, he seeks to conquer his mighty neighbor the Earth Kingdom. I can serve alongside these warriors and emancipate them from the Fire Nation's tyranny. I can whip them into shape and restore their honor and pride. What sort of reward do I obtain by serving him? I take no pleasure in being able to practice oppression and sadism in return for wealth and property, unlike your military leaders. There is satisfaction and accomplishment in my chosen path, rather than shallow pleasure at the expense of others. We will achieve our freedom, and the FireLord will get to hear his empire crashing down around his ears."
Warden Liruk was stunned, and he failed to retain composure no matter how much strain he gave. He muttered, "You have made your point. What other information do you seek to acquire?"
Kyasin pondered for a few moments, examining the warden, before stating, "This symbol on your armor...what does it signify exactly?"
The warden was able to restrain himself, but just barely, as the desire to smirk was almost unbearable. He felt that she was in the palm of his hand. "You mean the Southern Raven mark? I was a member of one Fire Nation raiding party known by that name before the other members defected and became simple mercenaries. You wouldn't happen to hail from one of the tribes we ransacked?" She winced with the pain of long-buried trauma. He was enraptured, as a nerve had clearly been struck. Now all he had to do was exploit it. "You didn't lose someone...dear to your heart in our raid, did you beautiful?"
She gripped him by the strands of hair protruding from his scalp and slammed his skull against the iron wall. With disdain, she said, "That has nothing to do with this, swine."
He burst out laughing at how she had fallen into the spike pit he'd baited her into. Barely able to contain his excitement, he managed to utter, "Never go for the head. My mind will just get...fuzzy and then I will be of no more use."
He was in absolute hysterics as she pummeled his torso with her fists. She was outright disturbed by the masochism that he was displaying. "We shall keep the questions asked here directed at you."
He gleefully remarked, "I'm sure the repercussions of our actions were very damaging for you, dear. But it's so...pathetic. How could a warrior as fierce as you are get teared up over something that happened more than a decade ago?"
Kyasin stared at the monster she had pinned to the wall. "Because every human has their weaknesses. I don't become ecstatic over the prospect of inflating my ego by dominating over broken souls that aren't worth my attention, or demeaning my subordinates, because I am human. I care about the repercussions of my actions because I am human." She came upon an internal realization. "A human is supposed to care about lives being lost...but then, I suppose you have no idea what being human even means, do you?"
The warden's joy had been torn apart at its foundation. He tripped over his words in an attempt to counter her flawless destruction of his own self-awareness. He bellowed in her face, "You have no justification for suggesting that I am anymore corrupted than you are! You-" Kyasin slashed his throat with utter satisfaction.
The guards were futilely attempting to break down the door. She muttered, "I should be courteous and get the door for them, I suppose." She strained the water vapor out of the air around and created a strong enough surplus of water, then pushed forward, smashing open the door with the full force of a komodo-rhino. The soldiers beating at the door were flung outward by the water-propelled iron door. She was surrounded by guards bearing short swords the moment she stepped out of the room. Kyasin gripped some by their necks with water coils and tossed them over the rig's side. For the rest, she maneuvered around their broad slashes, utilizing years of training under her father, and plunged the warden's dagger into their necks.
She called out to her fellow prisoners, "We shall unite the Earth Kingdom under a single banner of pride. We can remind the Fire Nation that the fire in any man's or woman's heart is never extinguished as long as there's hope, and hope is indeed alive. The Avatar host has returned. He can harness his raw power and follow us as we begin the revolution. The western lands will be returned to the Earth Kingdom as they should be, and the tyrant FireLord Aizo will be overthrown. But the first step must be taken if any of that will occur. We must return to the mainland and push back the occupying soldiers away from the east."
The entire crowd of prisoners began chanting the traditional warrior hymn of the Earth Kingdom. She allowed herself to give off a bright smile. Hodu and Tyro were the first earthbenders to board the ship with her. Once the ship was fully loaded, they began to charge away from the rig, before Kyasin asked for it to stop. She constricted the posts that supported the rig with ice, reducing them to brittle columns. She then pulled up a four-foot wave out of the depths, and sent it toward the posts at full force. Each post shattered, and within a moment, the entire rig had collapsed into the ocean.
The Chains of Dynasty (Guest Written by Trillian, The Avatar Demotivator)
Zotu hated the feeling of powerlessness.
His hand clamped rigidly to the railing of the ship. His gaze shifted from the dismal gray clouds hanging over his head to the horizon. The sky appeared to meet the sea in an angry clash of air and water, and the thin line separating them had been breached.
"Surely you're not going to be outside in the fog. It appears as though it will rain."
The prince did not turn his head; his grip tightened, and he noted how his knuckles appeared to become almost white.
"What is wrong, Prince Zotu?"
Zotu's head snapped up at this, and he winced at the crack in his neck. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I'm just thinking."
The Dragon of the West was staring not at him but at the troubling clouds ahead. "Prince Zotu, you cannot act this way. The crew is worried. We are sailing through a fog, it is about to rain, and no one quite knows where we're going." His hand slammed against the railing, and the vibrations shook Zotu's arm. The prince looked away. "Spirits take you, Zotu!"
"Uncle . . . Uncle Indo," Zotu choked out. "I seek your advice."
One bushy eyebrow was raised. "Go on, then." His voice was unusually brusque.
Zotu leaned further against the railing, his eyes straining to pick something out from the fog. "It's not a normal sea fog, is it?" he murmured, half to Indo, half to himself. "I'm going through it because I have no other choice. Just like I didn't have a choice of whose son to be or what destiny to have." A spasm passed through his fingers, forming his hand into a fist. Beads of blood dotted his palm.
"The bitterness in your voice is more than that of wormwood," commented the Dragon of the West, "yet the truth is less than a pure gold brooch in the street market. You say you have no choice in your destiny. How so?"
He could see something faintly emerging from the fog. "My father. My grandfather. My great-grandfather. All noble Fire Lords. All proud, all loved." His words had frozen into ice. "And all murderers. Every single one. How must I—am I to be a murderer as well?" Zotu shivered, though whether from his thoughts or the chill he could not know.
Indo laughed harshly. "And you think you are alone in your struggles? The chains of dynasty are not merely a burden upon children of the Royal Family, Zotu. Each and every inductee into a Fire Nation noble family carries the weight of their forefathers and their legacies upon their own backs, bending and straining to lift their destinies as the rice farmer strains to lift his pails." Zotu could count his heartbeat. "And yet the rice farmer can choose to cast aside his pails and go hungry that night, then rise once more tomorrow. We cannot—for the only way to cast aside our pails is to take our own lives."
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|Fanon: The Undesirable Destiny - Fanon:The Journey Begins - Fanon: Hell Hath No Fury - Fanon:Revolution 1 - Fanon:The Mad Genius - Fanon:The Runaway - Fanon:The Winter Solstice|