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Part 15
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
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By the time I came to I found myself in the dark of my room, reaching for my bag hidden under the bed. I ran from the situation. Coursing through the crowd and running home in the heat of the moment, leaving my mother behind.
Tears clouded my vision. My hands shook and I slung the bag over my back. The door? No, the window.
I leapt through the opening, and sprinted as fast as I could for the hills.
Takahiro. He was all I could think of.
In no time at all I found myself on the outskirts of the village. The sounds of shouts and perverse gasps of interest behind me, left in that terrible scene. There wasn't any sound but my breath and the wind. Where was he?
"Kaoru?"
Turning, my eyes met his. The green, just like the grass beneath my feet, found my visage of sunset, greeting each other like old friends.
"Takahiro." My tears ran down, and my voice caught in itself.
Before either of us could say anything more the sky blew forth with color, a distant bang resounding across the darkened land.
Looking at the sky the brilliant hues found me, and imprinted themselves in my mind.
"Happy birthday, Kaoru."
In a moment everything melted away.
Collapsing to the ground, Takahiro's hand found its way to my back, and we watched the sky. The mix of stars and colors drowning out my cries. It was my birthday, after all. And nothing else mattered, nor changed for Takahiro and I, until this a few months later.
“Takahiro, and Kaoru Collier, you are under arrest for impersonating the avatar.”
Current Number of Pieces: 15
All Current Parts Posted: Yes
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
By the time I came to I found myself in the dark of my room, reaching for my bag hidden under the bed. I ran from the situation. Coursing through the crowd and running home in the heat of the moment, leaving my mother behind.
Tears clouded my vision. My hands shook and I slung the bag over my back. The door? No, the window.
I leapt through the opening, and sprinted as fast as I could for the hills.
Takahiro. He was all I could think of.
In no time at all I found myself on the outskirts of the village. The sounds of shouts and perverse gasps of interest behind me, left in that terrible scene. There wasn't any sound but my breath and the wind. Where was he?
"Kaoru?"
Turning, my eyes met his. The green, just like the grass beneath my feet, found my visage of sunset, greeting each other like old friends.
"Takahiro." My tears ran down, and my voice caught in itself.
Before either of us could say anything more the sky blew forth with color, a distant bang resounding across the darkened land.
Looking at the sky the brilliant hues found me, and imprinted themselves in my mind.
"Happy birthday, Kaoru."
In a moment everything melted away.
Collapsing to the ground, Takahiro's hand found its way to my back, and we watched the sky. The mix of stars and colors drowning out my cries. It was my birthday, after all. And nothing else mattered, nor changed for Takahiro and I, until this a few months later.
“Takahiro, and Kaoru Collier, you are under arrest for impersonating the avatar.”
Current Number of Pieces: 15
All Current Parts Posted: Yes
Part 14
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
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I tried reaching my hand out to my mother's shoulder. This didn't need to happen. Not like this. Anything but this!
"Kaoru is your son! I never laid with another man!" Tears pricked her eyes, and fell. No longer from a place of deep misery, but one of burning hatred. "Why won't you believe me? Believe us!" I couldn’t breathe.
I placed my shaking hand on my mothers shoulder and turned to placate my father before things could get any-
[i]Smack.[/i]
In an instant she was on the ground. Reaching her hand up to her face, she turned to my father, teeth grinding.
"How dare you! Are you such an incompetent man you have to resort to fists instead of words? You've always done this!"
A burning sensation crawled up my neck. Turning my head I could see all the eyes found their way to us.
Why did I have to deal with this?
What had I done so wrong?
I watched as my father lurched forward, and yanked my mother up from the floor.
Their screams began and others attempted to separate them. I couldn't understand a single word. I couldn't understand anything at all.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
I tried reaching my hand out to my mother's shoulder. This didn't need to happen. Not like this. Anything but this!
"Kaoru is your son! I never laid with another man!" Tears pricked her eyes, and fell. No longer from a place of deep misery, but one of burning hatred. "Why won't you believe me? Believe us!" I couldn’t breathe.
I placed my shaking hand on my mothers shoulder and turned to placate my father before things could get any-
[i]Smack.[/i]
In an instant she was on the ground. Reaching her hand up to her face, she turned to my father, teeth grinding.
"How dare you! Are you such an incompetent man you have to resort to fists instead of words? You've always done this!"
A burning sensation crawled up my neck. Turning my head I could see all the eyes found their way to us.
Why did I have to deal with this?
What had I done so wrong?
I watched as my father lurched forward, and yanked my mother up from the floor.
Their screams began and others attempted to separate them. I couldn't understand a single word. I couldn't understand anything at all.
Part 13
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
A dark visage passed in the corner of my eye, and I turned trying to catch it.
"Takahiro...?"
"Who's Takahiro?" The rumbling voice of my father reached me and I flinched.
"Ah, Takahiro is my friend, father."
"Hah. Sure." The look he threw my way made me want to sock him in the face. I had no idea I could even experience this. A fury that made me want to hurt the man who had done such to me my entire life.
Before I could open my mouth and make such a mistake my mother pipped into the conversation.
"Do you have anything to say, honey?"
The glare that settled on my mother was as heavy as his hands, and made me sick to my stomach.
"I told you. Why would I say such a thing to someone that's not my son."
"He is your son!"
My mother's cry drew eyes in the bustling crowd, and soon a small space was created between our group and the rest of the people around us.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
A dark visage passed in the corner of my eye, and I turned trying to catch it.
"Takahiro...?"
"Who's Takahiro?" The rumbling voice of my father reached me and I flinched.
"Ah, Takahiro is my friend, father."
"Hah. Sure." The look he threw my way made me want to sock him in the face. I had no idea I could even experience this. A fury that made me want to hurt the man who had done such to me my entire life.
Before I could open my mouth and make such a mistake my mother pipped into the conversation.
"Do you have anything to say, honey?"
The glare that settled on my mother was as heavy as his hands, and made me sick to my stomach.
"I told you. Why would I say such a thing to someone that's not my son."
"He is your son!"
My mother's cry drew eyes in the bustling crowd, and soon a small space was created between our group and the rest of the people around us.
Part 12
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
The day dragged on, and as sunset arrived with its hues, enrapturing oranges mimicking my own irises, my father returned.
Quietly he changed his appearance, and my mother and I sat dressed and ready to leave at the doorway for him. Not a word exchanged between us.
The walk into town was that of a funeral procession. Our barely hidden grim faces and heavy, worried hearts underneath a carefully crafted facade. My face hurt from the smiles.
"...Is there anything you'd like to see first, honey?" My mother tried her best to speak.
"Hmph." Was all the response she was given.
Ah, what would I give to escape this situation…
Smiling. Just keep smiling.
Once the end of the night came I could leave. I would be free, and nothing could hurt me ever again. Never again.
As the darkness settled in and the lanterns lit I found myself paying attention to the attractions more than my father's mood. My eyes cast from side to side, seeing the final day of the celebrations, and the beauty of everything coming into full bloom.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
The day dragged on, and as sunset arrived with its hues, enrapturing oranges mimicking my own irises, my father returned.
Quietly he changed his appearance, and my mother and I sat dressed and ready to leave at the doorway for him. Not a word exchanged between us.
The walk into town was that of a funeral procession. Our barely hidden grim faces and heavy, worried hearts underneath a carefully crafted facade. My face hurt from the smiles.
"...Is there anything you'd like to see first, honey?" My mother tried her best to speak.
"Hmph." Was all the response she was given.
Ah, what would I give to escape this situation…
Smiling. Just keep smiling.
Once the end of the night came I could leave. I would be free, and nothing could hurt me ever again. Never again.
As the darkness settled in and the lanterns lit I found myself paying attention to the attractions more than my father's mood. My eyes cast from side to side, seeing the final day of the celebrations, and the beauty of everything coming into full bloom.
Part 11
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
The sound of fireworks woke me up. The smell of gunpowder gliding through my window and tickling my nose. I sat up, hair a mess, and patted down the lengthy black strands into an acceptable shape.
"It's...the last day of the festival." The firework testing gave me both solace and a slight tremble in my hands. It was the final day.
I got out of bed and dressed myself in comfortable, presentable clothing perfect for the festival's finale.
Today was the day, right?
I went and finished breakfast with my family in silence, and as my mother and I stood smiling absentmindedly at the doorway before him, my father spoke.
"Let's go to the festival tonight."
A moment of silence passed.
"O-oh, sure, honey."
My father's eyes glanced over to mine after my mother's paltry response. All I did was smile and close my eyes, if only to avoid his look.
Seemingly satisfied he left without another word.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
The sound of fireworks woke me up. The smell of gunpowder gliding through my window and tickling my nose. I sat up, hair a mess, and patted down the lengthy black strands into an acceptable shape.
"It's...the last day of the festival." The firework testing gave me both solace and a slight tremble in my hands. It was the final day.
I got out of bed and dressed myself in comfortable, presentable clothing perfect for the festival's finale.
Today was the day, right?
I went and finished breakfast with my family in silence, and as my mother and I stood smiling absentmindedly at the doorway before him, my father spoke.
"Let's go to the festival tonight."
A moment of silence passed.
"O-oh, sure, honey."
My father's eyes glanced over to mine after my mother's paltry response. All I did was smile and close my eyes, if only to avoid his look.
Seemingly satisfied he left without another word.
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Part 10
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
At this rate it felt like I was just escaping the house so no one could see my intentions. The prickling urge to bound out the door at a moment's notice, and run to the hillside where Takahiro awaited was almost impossible to ignore. But I knew I wanted to wait it out. To see if there was even a single reason, a shred of any possibility that things could be different for us as a family.
I almost felt swayed last night. With how my father didn't overturn the table, or shout at my mother or I, but it was obvious something occurred. Why else would my mother be crying at the table as she was this morning?
Curiosity brimmed in my soul. For once I desired to know exactly what happened, for his peace is far more unsettling than his anger.
I reluctantly accepted that I wouldn’t know. If I learned what it was before tomorrow night, then so be it. I doubt it would be anything that could change my mind.
I ate at the cafe on the corner that day, sipping jasmine tea until dark.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
At this rate it felt like I was just escaping the house so no one could see my intentions. The prickling urge to bound out the door at a moment's notice, and run to the hillside where Takahiro awaited was almost impossible to ignore. But I knew I wanted to wait it out. To see if there was even a single reason, a shred of any possibility that things could be different for us as a family.
I almost felt swayed last night. With how my father didn't overturn the table, or shout at my mother or I, but it was obvious something occurred. Why else would my mother be crying at the table as she was this morning?
Curiosity brimmed in my soul. For once I desired to know exactly what happened, for his peace is far more unsettling than his anger.
I reluctantly accepted that I wouldn’t know. If I learned what it was before tomorrow night, then so be it. I doubt it would be anything that could change my mind.
I ate at the cafe on the corner that day, sipping jasmine tea until dark.
Part 9
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
Waking up late I failed to send my father off for his day of work, and it was already midday as I heard my mother quietly sobbing from the kitchen table right outside my door.
With slow and wary steps I made my way into her view.
Looking at me she hung her head in her hands and sobbed once more.
I glanced into the kitchen and started making lunch. My mother said naught a word, and neither did I about what must have happened between them this morning, or perhaps even last night. I knew nothing and wanted to keep it that way.
Bringing her a plate we sat and ate together in silence. A bitter sensation hung in the air, and both of us sat tensed as we worked on finishing our meals.
"Do you..."
Confused by the sudden rousing of words, I faced my mother. Her dark eyes drew low towards the table cloth, and redness lined the edges from all the tears. Most of all, the color and soul in them had long left.
Going to finish her words, she took one look at me, and silently stared into my gaze as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry..."
I picked up my plate.
"Don't be."
And washed my dishes and left for town once more.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
Waking up late I failed to send my father off for his day of work, and it was already midday as I heard my mother quietly sobbing from the kitchen table right outside my door.
With slow and wary steps I made my way into her view.
Looking at me she hung her head in her hands and sobbed once more.
I glanced into the kitchen and started making lunch. My mother said naught a word, and neither did I about what must have happened between them this morning, or perhaps even last night. I knew nothing and wanted to keep it that way.
Bringing her a plate we sat and ate together in silence. A bitter sensation hung in the air, and both of us sat tensed as we worked on finishing our meals.
"Do you..."
Confused by the sudden rousing of words, I faced my mother. Her dark eyes drew low towards the table cloth, and redness lined the edges from all the tears. Most of all, the color and soul in them had long left.
Going to finish her words, she took one look at me, and silently stared into my gaze as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry..."
I picked up my plate.
"Don't be."
And washed my dishes and left for town once more.
Part 8
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
My mother and I carefully began eating once the appropriate time passed for him to either express his displeasure with words or actions. Nonetheless, we watched his every move discreetly. It isn't rare for him to also wait for the dinner to be over to start shouting about its quality as well. We both braced for his words.
But as he put down his fork, dusted himself off, and left with only a displeased look on his face to the bedroom my mother and I were less relieved than we were worried.
"Ah..." My mother tried to speak, and nothing came out. Her eyes divulged the stress she was under, and the tremble in her arms resting on the edge of the table was her most prominent tell.
I went to reach for her hand, and found myself stopping the motion. After a moment I placed my hand on hers. Giving her another gentle smile I rose from my seat, gathered the dishes, and began cleaning them and putting them away. Father hated dishes left out to dry after all.
As I washed I was lost in thought.
[i]Why did he say nothing? He always has some dissatisfaction with dinner, so why did he just leave without a word?[/i]
As I toiled with my hands my heart became steady but my mind was more on edge than ever.
[i]What if he's just waiting to get mother or I alone and say something?[/i]
It seemed unlikely, but I was unable to quell my fear.
Once I returned to my room and laid down to rest I listened well. For any movement, screaming, crying, anything. But heard nothing until the next morning.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
My mother and I carefully began eating once the appropriate time passed for him to either express his displeasure with words or actions. Nonetheless, we watched his every move discreetly. It isn't rare for him to also wait for the dinner to be over to start shouting about its quality as well. We both braced for his words.
But as he put down his fork, dusted himself off, and left with only a displeased look on his face to the bedroom my mother and I were less relieved than we were worried.
"Ah..." My mother tried to speak, and nothing came out. Her eyes divulged the stress she was under, and the tremble in her arms resting on the edge of the table was her most prominent tell.
I went to reach for her hand, and found myself stopping the motion. After a moment I placed my hand on hers. Giving her another gentle smile I rose from my seat, gathered the dishes, and began cleaning them and putting them away. Father hated dishes left out to dry after all.
As I washed I was lost in thought.
[i]Why did he say nothing? He always has some dissatisfaction with dinner, so why did he just leave without a word?[/i]
As I toiled with my hands my heart became steady but my mind was more on edge than ever.
[i]What if he's just waiting to get mother or I alone and say something?[/i]
It seemed unlikely, but I was unable to quell my fear.
Once I returned to my room and laid down to rest I listened well. For any movement, screaming, crying, anything. But heard nothing until the next morning.
Part 7
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
I don't have to deal with this.
The thought came to me suddenly, and I liked its weight on my mind.
Grabbing my messenger bag and bounding out the door I headed to the market. I didn't have to deal with this. I could enter and exit this house as I pleased being an adult now, and I no longer had to stay and be burdened by any of it.
I broke into a run. Weightlessness took over my body as I rushed across the hills and between homes to reach the stalls carrying goods from all over the world. My village wasn't anything spectacular, but had always been a center for travelers passing through.
Perhaps that's why Takahiro is here?
The event for the avatar's birthday must have been what drew him here. In a way my birthday brought him here. I couldn't help the smile that took over my face, and moved from stall to stall chatting excitedly with the sellers and grabbing what I thought I would need for my travels.
Returning home I snuck into my room, packing and hiding my bag, just in case I needed it early. Exiting, I saw that my mother hadn't even begun dinner, and whisked her out of her room into the kitchen with me. Patting her back and giving her a faint smile I helped her with the preparations. Would this be the last meal I shared with her? I didn't have the time to contemplate such a thing as we hurried to be ready before my father got home.
My father entered the doors as sunset reached us. Beautiful orange rays shone through the windows, disrupted by the door opening and the soot on his boots entering the air.
A straight face, and a twitch in his eye told us to greet him with nothing but smiles.
Sitting down he unbuttoned his work shirt, rolled back his sleeves covered in the same material as his boots, and began eating without a word.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
I don't have to deal with this.
The thought came to me suddenly, and I liked its weight on my mind.
Grabbing my messenger bag and bounding out the door I headed to the market. I didn't have to deal with this. I could enter and exit this house as I pleased being an adult now, and I no longer had to stay and be burdened by any of it.
I broke into a run. Weightlessness took over my body as I rushed across the hills and between homes to reach the stalls carrying goods from all over the world. My village wasn't anything spectacular, but had always been a center for travelers passing through.
Perhaps that's why Takahiro is here?
The event for the avatar's birthday must have been what drew him here. In a way my birthday brought him here. I couldn't help the smile that took over my face, and moved from stall to stall chatting excitedly with the sellers and grabbing what I thought I would need for my travels.
Returning home I snuck into my room, packing and hiding my bag, just in case I needed it early. Exiting, I saw that my mother hadn't even begun dinner, and whisked her out of her room into the kitchen with me. Patting her back and giving her a faint smile I helped her with the preparations. Would this be the last meal I shared with her? I didn't have the time to contemplate such a thing as we hurried to be ready before my father got home.
My father entered the doors as sunset reached us. Beautiful orange rays shone through the windows, disrupted by the door opening and the soot on his boots entering the air.
A straight face, and a twitch in his eye told us to greet him with nothing but smiles.
Sitting down he unbuttoned his work shirt, rolled back his sleeves covered in the same material as his boots, and began eating without a word.
Part 6
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
I had been worried that when I'd returned home through my window that the yelling wouldn't have ceased, but it was unbelievably silent. Almost too silent. I carefully pushed the clasp in and opened my window doors, slipping into my room. It was dark.
Hoping for this peace to last I snuck into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I wished for the morning to come soon and be kind.
I was not given that.
Screaming and the sound of crying awoke me.
Before my father headed off to his job at the factory he found it preferable to accuse my mother plenty before going out the door. Practically a regular send off.
I found myself kneeling next to my mother. Her tears were mixed with mumblings of hatred and regret for marrying such a man and having a child with him. Upon the latter, she looked at me and burst into further hysteria. She clung to me and said she didn't mean it, that I was the most precious gift life has given her. I felt an awful, bitter taste enter my mouth.
Was this even worth it?
Was another day here even possible?
I considered Takahiro's words while ignoring my mother's cries. He had traveled the world, and offered his hand to me in earnest...I had been planning to leave anyway, so shouldn't I take this opportunity?
Glancing down to my mother I wiped her tears and helped her up. Hobbling to her room she uttered not another word to me as her head hung low. The urge to vomit almost overcame me as I thought about what she had said during her breakdown.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
I had been worried that when I'd returned home through my window that the yelling wouldn't have ceased, but it was unbelievably silent. Almost too silent. I carefully pushed the clasp in and opened my window doors, slipping into my room. It was dark.
Hoping for this peace to last I snuck into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I wished for the morning to come soon and be kind.
I was not given that.
Screaming and the sound of crying awoke me.
Before my father headed off to his job at the factory he found it preferable to accuse my mother plenty before going out the door. Practically a regular send off.
I found myself kneeling next to my mother. Her tears were mixed with mumblings of hatred and regret for marrying such a man and having a child with him. Upon the latter, she looked at me and burst into further hysteria. She clung to me and said she didn't mean it, that I was the most precious gift life has given her. I felt an awful, bitter taste enter my mouth.
Was this even worth it?
Was another day here even possible?
I considered Takahiro's words while ignoring my mother's cries. He had traveled the world, and offered his hand to me in earnest...I had been planning to leave anyway, so shouldn't I take this opportunity?
Glancing down to my mother I wiped her tears and helped her up. Hobbling to her room she uttered not another word to me as her head hung low. The urge to vomit almost overcame me as I thought about what she had said during her breakdown.
Part 5
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
"What's bothering you?"
"Huh?"
Tilting his head, Takahiro gazed at me gently with an inquisitive eye.
"Something's obviously bothering you. So go on with it. I'll hear you out since we're friends."
Friends? I had something to say about that, but when I opened my mouth I couldn't help but talk about the situation at home.
The anger, terror, aggression, everything about what I had experienced for 18 years in that place came spilling out of me.
As empty as I felt by the end of describing it all, I felt oddly freed by the fact. I hadn't said anything aloud before. Not even to my own family or anyone outside of it. But here I was, having told everything to the only person in the world that considered me a friend.
"Leave with me."
"What?" Flinching, I glanced at Takahiro like he had lost it.
"I'll be here until the fireworks go off. Come back here at this time in three days if you want to go with me. I can even guarantee your safety if you travel with me as well, Kaoru. Think about it."
The soft look on his face almost pushed me past the edge of keeping my emotions in check. Hesitation gripped me as I kept myself from agreeing right then and there. I had three days to decide.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
"What's bothering you?"
"Huh?"
Tilting his head, Takahiro gazed at me gently with an inquisitive eye.
"Something's obviously bothering you. So go on with it. I'll hear you out since we're friends."
Friends? I had something to say about that, but when I opened my mouth I couldn't help but talk about the situation at home.
The anger, terror, aggression, everything about what I had experienced for 18 years in that place came spilling out of me.
As empty as I felt by the end of describing it all, I felt oddly freed by the fact. I hadn't said anything aloud before. Not even to my own family or anyone outside of it. But here I was, having told everything to the only person in the world that considered me a friend.
"Leave with me."
"What?" Flinching, I glanced at Takahiro like he had lost it.
"I'll be here until the fireworks go off. Come back here at this time in three days if you want to go with me. I can even guarantee your safety if you travel with me as well, Kaoru. Think about it."
The soft look on his face almost pushed me past the edge of keeping my emotions in check. Hesitation gripped me as I kept myself from agreeing right then and there. I had three days to decide.
Part 4
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
"For how young you look you play pai sho as if you're an old man!"
"Says the one who called me in here for a game like this."
"Pai sho is enjoyed by all ages across the world. I know, I've traveled practically everywhere."
"Ah, given my name I guess that'd be expected of me too." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
"For a second I was lost, but I realized we haven't exchanged names yet." Reaching across the table the boy offered me his hand with a smile. "I'm Takahiro, though most people call me Hiro."
"Kaoru."
"Ah, fire sail?"
"Roughly, ka is for fire but oru has lots of variations."
"Then a beautiful flame works as well."
I turned away from him ever so slightly.
[i]No one took it like that before...[/i]
"Oh, I don't think most people interpret it like that." I spoke, gesturing shyly.
"Well, that's the conclusion I came to based on what I see before me, but if you say so!" The smile on his features made my face flush. A tall, well built guy with dark hair and green eyes, exactly my type in fact. I shuffled a bit. The inevitable was approaching and soon I'd have to return home.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
"For how young you look you play pai sho as if you're an old man!"
"Says the one who called me in here for a game like this."
"Pai sho is enjoyed by all ages across the world. I know, I've traveled practically everywhere."
"Ah, given my name I guess that'd be expected of me too." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
"For a second I was lost, but I realized we haven't exchanged names yet." Reaching across the table the boy offered me his hand with a smile. "I'm Takahiro, though most people call me Hiro."
"Kaoru."
"Ah, fire sail?"
"Roughly, ka is for fire but oru has lots of variations."
"Then a beautiful flame works as well."
I turned away from him ever so slightly.
[i]No one took it like that before...[/i]
"Oh, I don't think most people interpret it like that." I spoke, gesturing shyly.
"Well, that's the conclusion I came to based on what I see before me, but if you say so!" The smile on his features made my face flush. A tall, well built guy with dark hair and green eyes, exactly my type in fact. I shuffled a bit. The inevitable was approaching and soon I'd have to return home.
Part 3
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
As I hunkered down on the edge of the scene where the festival was to take place, hills dark and lush with stars, I looked to the sky. It was steadfast and beautiful as usual. My favorite aspect of this world that I felt even bending could not compare too.
The only stability I had.
As I lost myself in the shining specks in the sky I found myself being drawn back into reality by an odd noise. It was like the sound of someone whispering.
"Hey..."
"Hey."
As I turned I noticed a small tent I missed on my way up the hill. It was surrounded by foliage, and trees craned down to swallow it in the shadows. The sound echoed again.
"Hey, come here."
Goosebumps crawled up my skin. I shouldn't have been thinking about spirits...Is this one of those situations where people get whisked off to the other realm? I shuddered at the thought.
I heard the call once more and did my best to ignore it as I slowly stood up. I was going to bolt before whatever it was could get me.
Just as I was about to bolt the curtain moved aside and a boy my age peeked his head out.
"What are you doing? Are you going to stand there all day?"
"Oh."
"What's with that expression? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I-I thought you were one..."
My quiet mumble was greeted by a full and hearty laughter.
"Dude, you're hilarious! Get in here, come on."
As I entered the tent I was greeted by a soft glow and a gentle warmth. Small lanterns sat neatly, carefully placed to avoid both fire and injury, and a tiny table sat between me and the fellow.
"Care for pai sho?"
Holding the piece up, there was a glint in his eyes and a small smirk on his face. Ah, I didn't want to go home just yet anyways.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
As I hunkered down on the edge of the scene where the festival was to take place, hills dark and lush with stars, I looked to the sky. It was steadfast and beautiful as usual. My favorite aspect of this world that I felt even bending could not compare too.
The only stability I had.
As I lost myself in the shining specks in the sky I found myself being drawn back into reality by an odd noise. It was like the sound of someone whispering.
"Hey..."
"Hey."
As I turned I noticed a small tent I missed on my way up the hill. It was surrounded by foliage, and trees craned down to swallow it in the shadows. The sound echoed again.
"Hey, come here."
Goosebumps crawled up my skin. I shouldn't have been thinking about spirits...Is this one of those situations where people get whisked off to the other realm? I shuddered at the thought.
I heard the call once more and did my best to ignore it as I slowly stood up. I was going to bolt before whatever it was could get me.
Just as I was about to bolt the curtain moved aside and a boy my age peeked his head out.
"What are you doing? Are you going to stand there all day?"
"Oh."
"What's with that expression? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I-I thought you were one..."
My quiet mumble was greeted by a full and hearty laughter.
"Dude, you're hilarious! Get in here, come on."
As I entered the tent I was greeted by a soft glow and a gentle warmth. Small lanterns sat neatly, carefully placed to avoid both fire and injury, and a tiny table sat between me and the fellow.
"Care for pai sho?"
Holding the piece up, there was a glint in his eyes and a small smirk on his face. Ah, I didn't want to go home just yet anyways.
Once I master how this all works its so over for everyone imma make peak
Part 2
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
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The regret I felt for saving my mother from the falling ceramic went and passed, guilt settling in my soul for even thinking that I shouldn't have saved her. Though, when I looked up into my father's eyes, I felt an even worse sensation creep its way in. A terrible chill ran down my spine.
My home life hasn't been all rainbows and fishpuppies, but things haven't been this bad for almost two years. It was only a matter of time, sure, but my hope still stood to leave before things turned back around.
All my efforts had been wasted.
As my mother stood and faced my father, the screaming had no end. The accusations, hatred, and vile comments filled the house to the point of suffocation. I had stowed away in my room to no avail, and in a last ditch effort to find relief I left out my window and headed into town.
As the shouting faded into nothingness I felt a sigh of relief escape me.
The beginning of a festival of bright lights, happy faces, and delicious food awaited me. It was none other than the ceremonial event in expectation of the next avatar after the previous one's passing. The very same celebration held across the world on my birthday.
The festivities lasted for three days and today was the day just before it all started. Oftentimes after the third day places shoot off fireworks to symbolize the peace of this world and the realm of spirits, but I never knew the most about it. After the previous avatars work, the spirit world and ours had found themselves connected like never before. Lending spirits who could rarely reach us a direct path. Though, I had known no better aside from rumors travelers spoke, as I had stayed in the village my whole life-much less encountered a spirit myself.
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
---
The regret I felt for saving my mother from the falling ceramic went and passed, guilt settling in my soul for even thinking that I shouldn't have saved her. Though, when I looked up into my father's eyes, I felt an even worse sensation creep its way in. A terrible chill ran down my spine.
My home life hasn't been all rainbows and fishpuppies, but things haven't been this bad for almost two years. It was only a matter of time, sure, but my hope still stood to leave before things turned back around.
All my efforts had been wasted.
As my mother stood and faced my father, the screaming had no end. The accusations, hatred, and vile comments filled the house to the point of suffocation. I had stowed away in my room to no avail, and in a last ditch effort to find relief I left out my window and headed into town.
As the shouting faded into nothingness I felt a sigh of relief escape me.
The beginning of a festival of bright lights, happy faces, and delicious food awaited me. It was none other than the ceremonial event in expectation of the next avatar after the previous one's passing. The very same celebration held across the world on my birthday.
The festivities lasted for three days and today was the day just before it all started. Oftentimes after the third day places shoot off fireworks to symbolize the peace of this world and the realm of spirits, but I never knew the most about it. After the previous avatars work, the spirit world and ours had found themselves connected like never before. Lending spirits who could rarely reach us a direct path. Though, I had known no better aside from rumors travelers spoke, as I had stayed in the village my whole life-much less encountered a spirit myself.
hello!!! This is all so new to me but it seems so much fun !!!
Part 1
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
Description: Azula's lightning strike did more than kill Aang that day. Even with Kataras healing and revival using the spirit water, a part of him stayed dead. That small, torn piece of soul continued to reincarnate-but two avatars cannot exist at once. Binding the spirit in chains, whoever obtained the soul in their body could neither bend the elements nor commune with the ghosts of the afterlife. This should have been the perfect solution. Of course, it [i]was[/i] the perfect solution until now. With the awakening of the second half of the soul, two avatars now exist in a world riddled with chaos and spirits. Working together they must prevent the destruction of the world, find peace with the suffering spirit world, and discover who they are truly meant to be.
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"You are not my son."
Looking down at my form, he spoke. I had barely managed to separate him from mother.
"My family has fire-bended for generations. I might have been a failure, but I had high hopes for you, Kaoru. But this..." Turning to look at the broken flower pot, water now lifeless on the floor, his gaze travelled back to me and my mother. "This is worse than failure. This is deception by a cheating whore."
"I have never been unfaithful!" My mother, already strained from shouting this a million times over, insisted again.
As she sobbed and he shouted the only thing I could think was that I shouldn't have done it.
For an entire year I kept my water bending a secret. My 17th birthday was when I found out, and then I did everything to practice on my own without anyone watching. I planned to move out once my 18th birthday had passed, but it seems misfortune favors me too much to let sleeping dogs lie...
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
Description: Azula's lightning strike did more than kill Aang that day. Even with Kataras healing and revival using the spirit water, a part of him stayed dead. That small, torn piece of soul continued to reincarnate-but two avatars cannot exist at once. Binding the spirit in chains, whoever obtained the soul in their body could neither bend the elements nor commune with the ghosts of the afterlife. This should have been the perfect solution. Of course, it [i]was[/i] the perfect solution until now. With the awakening of the second half of the soul, two avatars now exist in a world riddled with chaos and spirits. Working together they must prevent the destruction of the world, find peace with the suffering spirit world, and discover who they are truly meant to be.
---
"You are not my son."
Looking down at my form, he spoke. I had barely managed to separate him from mother.
"My family has fire-bended for generations. I might have been a failure, but I had high hopes for you, Kaoru. But this..." Turning to look at the broken flower pot, water now lifeless on the floor, his gaze travelled back to me and my mother. "This is worse than failure. This is deception by a cheating whore."
"I have never been unfaithful!" My mother, already strained from shouting this a million times over, insisted again.
As she sobbed and he shouted the only thing I could think was that I shouldn't have done it.
For an entire year I kept my water bending a secret. My 17th birthday was when I found out, and then I did everything to practice on my own without anyone watching. I planned to move out once my 18th birthday had passed, but it seems misfortune favors me too much to let sleeping dogs lie...
idk how to even use this properly
I gotta learn how to use these HTML code things
(T^T)(T^T)(T^T)
I gotta learn how to use these HTML code things
(T^T)(T^T)(T^T)
just got here, hellooooooo :pppp
// Guys how do I do any of this HELP
I can’t change the colors in my profile! Help!!
My kitty cat (my mom put the bandana on I’m so sorry about that)
Good luck everyone, I am spamming my Writing group in the group tab with a bunch of my writing pieces ^^ I'm breaking them down into bite sizes(Mainly because of word limit on posts) and then numbering them so people can find them, please don't hesitate to join the writing group even if you don't create, everyone is welcome! :D
lil drawing of one my characters i made a few weeks ago ^^
I have no idea how one navigates old internet places/
Send help-
Maybe i could make a blog with my Art fight attacks, i don't know how this works aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Send help-
Maybe i could make a blog with my Art fight attacks, i don't know how this works aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Found this from Insta, seemed cool
Hello World
Wip of an oc design I drew a few days ago. I can only draw this good in times of crisis so I don't think I can intentionally summon drawing skills to this level ever again (´･_･`)
