[-:-] LUCID THEATRE [-:-]

[-:-] CONCEPT TRAILER CHOICE #1 [-:-]

LIGHT.

DARK.

YIN.

YANG.

BALANCE BETWEEN FORCES

DUALITY OF SOUL

A BOY IN A VILLAGE

SO INNOCENT AND PURE

GIVING NURTURE AND LIFE WHEN THE SUN TOUCHES THE SKY.

NOW TAINTED AND IMPURE WHEN MOONLIGHT SHINE.

A TELL-TALE HEART

MADE TO GIFT AND SLAUGHTER

THE GIFT OF THE BEACON OF LIFE

THE CURSE BY THE BEARER OF DEATH.

"Come, Avatar Aang! He's over here!" A man exclaimed.

Aang, Sokka and Katara was seen following the man, who was showing them around. Nearby, was a harvest, where a singular man was using sickles to cut down the  crops. He placed them in a basket, sighing.

"Y/N!" The man cried out his name.

Y/N looked up from the crops, noticing the two water tribe members, and the lone airbender.

"Wyn? Do you need any assistance? I'm still busy." Y/N placed the basket down.

"Y/N! This is-"

"An airbender...not to mention, you must be the Avatar!" Y/N realized, immediately getting down to his knees.

"Woah! No need to-"

"Please, Avatar! Accept our crops, for we are simply humble farmers-"

"Easy there!" Aang stopped Y/N from showing his humility.

Y/N perked his head up, unsure.

"We aren't in need of your crops, with all due respect." Katara reassured.

"...I mean, we haven't ate in a while." Sokka said, Y/N facing him with confusion.

"Sokka! Sorry about him, we've been searching around for some time just to find you." Katara explained.

"Well, what do you require, those who a part of the Avatar's journey?"

...

...

...

It was now night time, and Y/N was seen slaving away for the Fire Nation guards with torches that are here. He was seen injured, struggling to keep his strength.

"Move it, boy! You don't want us to burn this whole village down, huh?! It'll be all your fault!" The Fire Nation guard yelled at him.

"Calm down, Sal! He's had enough." Another Fire Nation guard stopped his own member, looking at Y/N with a hint of pity.

"...You're lucky Rell is here. Move it!" Sal yelled.

"Y-Yes, sir..." Y/N kept on pushing forward, ignoring the pain. He didn't want anything bad to happen, groaning.

Before Y/N could use his sickle one more time...

A whistle was heard. It made the boy look around, unsure who it was coming from. Y/N looked at the Fire Nation guards, who heard the whistle as well.

"...Are you playing tricks on us, boy?!" Sal roared at him, walking up close and pointing the torch right at him.

"Sal...look." Rell called out, pointing out to the distance.

A dark figure in a cloak was seen, standing all alone. The wind blows, and he still stands, staring them down with red eyes. He seems to be not so human...

For some reason...Y/N was attracted. He slowly approached the cloaked figure, unsure. Rell tried to go after him, but Sal stopped him from doing so, smirking sinisterly.

"He's gonna regret it...just watch." Sal said.

Y/N finally went in front of the cloaked figure, staring at him.

"I do believe you should leave sir...the Fire Nation are here." Y/N muttered, unsure about this figure.

"...How naive. Approaching an unknown figure all alone in the dark." It spoke to him.

"...I'm sorry, sir."

"I sense something upon you...smells like...impurity, isn't it? The blades you wield...to harvest only."

"Who are you?"

"Embrace the side you never even bothered to reach. It's time to welcome it."

"You've been blinding yourself by light...let it all go." The figure dropped two sickles onto the ground, but it looked different.

"Pick it up. Take the gift of sin." It spoke.

Y/N hesitantly picked up the two sickles...before flashes in his head overflew him.

Sides of him that seemed to never exist haunts the mind, Y/N dropping the sickles and holding onto his head. He screamed out loud, unsure what was happening to him.

Eventually, Y/N went limp, going unconscious. The figure chuckled coldly, before fading away. Y/N resurrected from his temporary slumber, his eyes glaring red.

"REST ETERNALLY." Y/N warned, spinning his sickles and launching himself towards the guards.

TELL-TALE SOUL

AN AVATAR X MALE READER STORY.

INSPIRATION BASED ON PUSS IN BOOT'S DEATH.

NOT THE FINAL PRODUCT.

THE FIRST OF THE CONCEPT TRAILERS