In a world ravaged by dark spirits and the scars of the century-long war, Ryu, a young firebender, is consumed by a grief unlike any other. When vengeful Earthbenders take his mother's life, the flames of his heart are replaced by an insatiable thir...
Our story begins with Wan, the first Avatar, who became the bridge between the physical and spirit worlds after merging with the Spirit of Light, Raava. In the original tale, Wan fought valiantly during the Harmonic Convergence to seal away the Spirit of Darkness, Vaatu. However, in this world, the outcome was different.
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Instead of being trapped within the Tree of Time, Vaatu was left free, roaming the Earth alongside many other spirits for millennia.
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As centuries passed, each Avatar's duty was to keep Vaatu's dark spirits at bay. But when Avatar Aang disappeared for 100 years, the world was left without a protector. Vaatu's influence grew unchecked, and the Dark Spirits spread like a plague across the Earth Kingdom, sowing chaos and feeding on the hatred and fear of the people.
The world became a battleground. The spirits, once revered, were now feared. Vaatu's dark influence only fueled the hatred between benders and non-benders, further dividing the world..
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A small child walked through the village, his head lowered, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The villagers, filled with hatred, hurled rocks at him with vicious intent.
"YOU'VE CONVOLUTED WITH DARK SPIRITS, LEAVE THIS PLACE!" one of the villagers shouted, his voice sharp with contempt.
A rock struck the boy's head, and he staggered, a pained cry escaping his lips. "AGH..." He clutched his bleeding scalp, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Why... why are they doing this...?"
The villagers continued their relentless assault, throwing rocks without pause, their faces twisted with anger. Yet the boy did nothing in response, only standing there, taking the abuse in silence.
Above them, hidden in the shadows of the surrounding trees, Vaatu watched with a keen, calculating eye. His gaze lingered on the child, sensing the deep, simmering hatred within him.
"Oh," Vaatu murmured, a cold amusement in his voice. He leaned forward, intrigued. "Such raw emotion... How fascinating."
The boy remained still, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, but he didn't cry out. He was numb to the pain. And yet, within him, something was stirring—something darker, something untapped.
