Chapter 260: One Last Regret (2)
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Chapter 260: One Last Regret (2)Chapter 260: One Last Regret (2)
What sets one event from the other in an infinite pool of possibilities are the actions of living beings who don't know any better.
In one possibility, a passing comet grants Ozai unbelievable strength, which helps him dominate the Avatar.
In another, hope vanishes from people's hearts and the world for good since Aang is never discovered.
A stream of possibility exists where Aang wakes up years after Ozai goes with his plans. A possibility joyous of Aang's despair and suffering. He finds himself alone. A world where Ozai is a God and people do not know of him.
A world where spirits hunt him.
But all these possibilities pale compared to one possibility.
An event that Aang did not witness in his lifetime. His source of only and the greatest regret.
"Welcome!" The aged Fire Lord Sozin welcomes the crowd of Airbenders from the four corners of the world with a beaming smile. He walks up to the group of old monks and priestesses before bowing slightly in respect. The Gates of Azulon is still not constructed, but this place could only be the—
'Fire Nation Capital.' Aang gapes and looks around from side to side. He sees many familiar faces. Among them is Monk Gyatso standing ahead with other monks who reciprocate Sozin's
Respectful demeanor.
'Where am I?'
Aang zones out. He cannot remember the last thing he was doing, but it feels like something too important to forget—'Wait... I remember now. I was annoyed with the monks for not letting me play air scooter. Just because I'm the Avatar...'
Aang looks around as he buries his indignations for later.
'So this is the preparations for Roku's Festival. I wonder if Roku used to have fun with his friends.' The boy looks around the port as Sozin leads everyone to the designated location where the Airbenders will begin the festival by meditation for an hour.
Next, everything happens too quickly.
They sit for a moment and close their eyes. The airbenders—young and old—control their breathing and fall into their meditative trance only to hear a loud command.
"Attack!"
Fire and arrows rain down on the nomads from all sides. Archers on the surrounding hills aim for the children indifferently while firebenders set the area on fire!
"Huh?!"
Aang's eyes snap open as an arrow whizzes past him.
*Khcch*
He looks back and sees the arrow sticking into the eye socket of his training buddy, who collapses on the scorched ground with a puddle of blood forming around his head.
Aang looks around. He is too shocked to care for the monks rushing in his direction.
He sees his brothers and sisters getting slaughtered and is quickly brought to reality as a stray arrow flies into his thigh.
"Khuk!"
Aang stumbles down involuntarily. The smell of smoke and blood fills his senses, and his eyes widen in pain. A drop of cold sweat drips down his shaved head as he hears Gyatso's shout, but it is too hard to discern anything in this carnage.
*Fwip*
An arrow whistles and stabs Aang's chest. He looks down over his bloodied habit. It's at this time that Gyatso reaches and holds him close.
"Aang! Stay with me! You'll survive! I promis—"
Aang's eyes widen in despair as an arrow pierces the back of Gyatso's neck and sticks out of his mouth.
'No!'
Aang's mind screams.
He wants to scream out loud, but his body refuses.
Memories fill his mind.
Gyatso is dead.
Aang's gaze turns hollow as he perceives destruction around him.
His heart is filled with regret as all of it vanishes away.
The—
"End."
Aang's eyes snap open at the familiar voice. He looks around in the darkness. However, as he blinks again, he is back in the port.
He looks around in confusion.
If he can't remember anything, it must not be significant, right?
'Wait... I remember now. I was annoyed with the monks for not letting me play air scooter. Just because I'm the Avatar...'
---
"What happened here?" Sokka whispers, and others are equally dumbfounded. It was already challenging to convince the captain to continue on the set course and reach Bhanti Island. Carrying them would have been impossible, so Sokka and Suki chose to explore while Azula, Jin, and Yue stood guard on the anchored ship.
Azula should be enough to deter the captain and other soldiers from doing anything stupid out of fear of the unknown.
The two seasoned warriors were not empty-handed. The warship itself had many weapons for the two to choose from.
"What happened is," Suki grunts, "Zuko was right, and we all stepped on a spiritual landmine!" She gazes at the ground of a stone temple littered with stormbenders.
"That much is clear," Sokka rolls his eyes and looks around, "If something happened to Nik then I can kiss Rena goodbye which is not happening!"
"Isn't Nik your friend? Show some care for him, too!"
"Believe me, if we wore the opposite boots, Nik would care about you girls more than me," Sokka shoots back. "You girls will carry our next generation while we, guys, will carry the next bill in a tavern. Take a guess and see what's important."
Suki narrows her eyes. She somehow feels insulted and complimented at the same time.
She lowers her head and looks up with coy, upturned eyes. "Will you forgive me?"
"Stupid, that's why I told you that branding the flesh is simpler," the one on the right smiles fondly and shakes her head.
"Eh, whatever way is acceptable," the one on the left drawls with a lazy smirk. "As long as our dear Nik get our names correct. Then we can have the nights of our lives."
"So?" The one in the middle reaches out to stroke his chest. "Forgive me?"
Nik smiles gently. His face lacks the battle-weary features he has grown into, and his body lacks the same physical strength. But his mindset cannot be more different.
No, in fact, this is the same night he tries to escape with Cresta before he was betrayed a final time by whom he considered his mother for his actual 'mother'—Esta.
"Ishtra," Nik smiles and reaches out to stroke her cheek.
"You got my name right—" Before the psychotic woman could squeak joyfully, Nik cuts her off.
"I will not forgive you."
His hand digs into her face before he smashes her head into Fretra to the right.
Without waiting, Nik grabs Aphrotra by her throat. His violet eyes glimmer in a cold light as the remaining two sisters reel from shock.
"Cease this illusion at once," Nik demands, but nothing changes.
The girl in his hand struggles to free herself from his grip. Even if he wasn't startlingly strong, the three girls were nothing to him.
He feared them once. He then came to loathe them.
Now?
Nothing.
Right?
Wrong.
His hate burst out with no one to hold him back.
The primordial spirit of freedom becomes his witness as he brutally chokes the life out of one girl before killing the rest by stomping on their heads.
His own bare feet fractures in the process, but he does not stop even when their skulls cave in. The sound of the brutal performance long attracted attention, and the only one allowed to touch him in this establishment aside from the customers arrived at the room after a few minutes.
"Nik, what the hell—" The muscular picture of perfection comes to a slow stop as she looks at the blood-stained 'son' of hers and frowns. The next second, her palm flies out alongside her thundering voice that Nik has never heard before!
"Who are you?"
'Is that a chi on her hands?' Nik blinks in a similar surprise before Esta squashes his head, and darkness overcomes his gaze.
"What was that?" Nik questions the moment he understands things are different than his initial assessment.
This is no illusion.
And that's why Mokshi refuted the notion of breaking the illusion since it wasn't one in the first place!
A mischievous chuckle replies to him instead of Mokshi.
"I suppose my skills are limited when working on Mokshi and its host. To think a fickle mortal with some measure of spirituality will sense my presence..."
Nik looks around. He can still feel his body, but he finds nothing.
"I'm not something you can see here, Dear Traveler. I'm a sensation that you hide constantly. Although, things would have been better if I could control your memories while you traveled in this life."
"Great, another spirit who says a whole lot of nothing, is that it?" Nik narrows his eyes and tries to connect with Mokshi. But something stops him—A whisper.
It's like a soft gale grazing over him.
Do you really want to do this? Are you sure you won't—
"Redemption slays me, and so does self-satisfaction; I'm always a whisper away, but measured when one dies. O' traveler, do pray tell, what am I?"
Nik realizes the identity of the spirit instantly.
He realizes the source of his irritation. It's not something Mokshi can ever stop him from feeling. It's the reason why he felt like lashing out at Ty Lee. No, it's the reason why everyone felt like lashing out at each other during the whole ride.
The more you suppress it, the worse it festers.
Once it blooms, it cripples.
"You're..." Nik sighs softly.
—Regret.
***
Alternate Title: Worst Situations; The Massacre of the Air Nomads; Ground Filled with Bodies; The Dark Spirit of Mischief; Return to Whoreville; The Triplets of Nightmare; No Forgiveness; Hidden Hate; Deeper Regret; The Paradox of Freedom Countered—One's Own Chains
***
A/N: I'm a little happy that I finally get to work a little on Esta. And yes... I was scrambling for names, so the triplets were named after the three goddesses of beauty and love from Danmachi.
***
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Chapter 260: One Last Regret (2)Chapter 260: One Last Regret (2)
What sets one event from the other in an infinite pool of possibilities are the actions of living beings who don't know any better.
In one possibility, a passing comet grants Ozai unbelievable strength, which helps him dominate the Avatar.
In another, hope vanishes from people's hearts and the world for good since Aang is never discovered.
A stream of possibility exists where Aang wakes up years after Ozai goes with his plans. A possibility joyous of Aang's despair and suffering. He finds himself alone. A world where Ozai is a God and people do not know of him.
A world where spirits hunt him.
But all these possibilities pale compared to one possibility.
An event that Aang did not witness in his lifetime. His source of only and the greatest regret.
"Welcome!" The aged Fire Lord Sozin welcomes the crowd of Airbenders from the four corners of the world with a beaming smile. He walks up to the group of old monks and priestesses before bowing slightly in respect. The Gates of Azulon is still not constructed, but this place could only be the—
'Fire Nation Capital.' Aang gapes and looks around from side to side. He sees many familiar faces. Among them is Monk Gyatso standing ahead with other monks who reciprocate Sozin's
Respectful demeanor.
'Where am I?'
Aang zones out. He cannot remember the last thing he was doing, but it feels like something too important to forget—'Wait... I remember now. I was annoyed with the monks for not letting me play air scooter. Just because I'm the Avatar...'
Aang looks around as he buries his indignations for later.
'So this is the preparations for Roku's Festival. I wonder if Roku used to have fun with his friends.' The boy looks around the port as Sozin leads everyone to the designated location where the Airbenders will begin the festival by meditation for an hour.
Next, everything happens too quickly.
They sit for a moment and close their eyes. The airbenders—young and old—control their breathing and fall into their meditative trance only to hear a loud command.
"Attack!"
Fire and arrows rain down on the nomads from all sides. Archers on the surrounding hills aim for the children indifferently while firebenders set the area on fire!
"Huh?!"
Aang's eyes snap open as an arrow whizzes past him.
*Khcch*
He looks back and sees the arrow sticking into the eye socket of his training buddy, who collapses on the scorched ground with a puddle of blood forming around his head.
Aang looks around. He is too shocked to care for the monks rushing in his direction.
He sees his brothers and sisters getting slaughtered and is quickly brought to reality as a stray arrow flies into his thigh.
"Khuk!"
Aang stumbles down involuntarily. The smell of smoke and blood fills his senses, and his eyes widen in pain. A drop of cold sweat drips down his shaved head as he hears Gyatso's shout, but it is too hard to discern anything in this carnage.
*Fwip*
An arrow whistles and stabs Aang's chest. He looks down over his bloodied habit. It's at this time that Gyatso reaches and holds him close.
"Aang! Stay with me! You'll survive! I promis—"
Aang's eyes widen in despair as an arrow pierces the back of Gyatso's neck and sticks out of his mouth.
'No!'
Aang's mind screams.
He wants to scream out loud, but his body refuses.
Memories fill his mind.
Gyatso is dead.
Aang's gaze turns hollow as he perceives destruction around him.
His heart is filled with regret as all of it vanishes away.
The—
"End."
Aang's eyes snap open at the familiar voice. He looks around in the darkness. However, as he blinks again, he is back in the port.
He looks around in confusion.
If he can't remember anything, it must not be significant, right?
'Wait... I remember now. I was annoyed with the monks for not letting me play air scooter. Just because I'm the Avatar...'
---
"What happened here?" Sokka whispers, and others are equally dumbfounded. It was already challenging to convince the captain to continue on the set course and reach Bhanti Island. Carrying them would have been impossible, so Sokka and Suki chose to explore while Azula, Jin, and Yue stood guard on the anchored ship.
Azula should be enough to deter the captain and other soldiers from doing anything stupid out of fear of the unknown.
The two seasoned warriors were not empty-handed. The warship itself had many weapons for the two to choose from.
"What happened is," Suki grunts, "Zuko was right, and we all stepped on a spiritual landmine!" She gazes at the ground of a stone temple littered with stormbenders.
"That much is clear," Sokka rolls his eyes and looks around, "If something happened to Nik then I can kiss Rena goodbye which is not happening!"
"Isn't Nik your friend? Show some care for him, too!"
"Believe me, if we wore the opposite boots, Nik would care about you girls more than me," Sokka shoots back. "You girls will carry our next generation while we, guys, will carry the next bill in a tavern. Take a guess and see what's important."
Suki narrows her eyes. She somehow feels insulted and complimented at the same time.
She lowers her head and looks up with coy, upturned eyes. "Will you forgive me?"
"Stupid, that's why I told you that branding the flesh is simpler," the one on the right smiles fondly and shakes her head.
"Eh, whatever way is acceptable," the one on the left drawls with a lazy smirk. "As long as our dear Nik get our names correct. Then we can have the nights of our lives."
"So?" The one in the middle reaches out to stroke his chest. "Forgive me?"
Nik smiles gently. His face lacks the battle-weary features he has grown into, and his body lacks the same physical strength. But his mindset cannot be more different.
No, in fact, this is the same night he tries to escape with Cresta before he was betrayed a final time by whom he considered his mother for his actual 'mother'—Esta.
"Ishtra," Nik smiles and reaches out to stroke her cheek.
"You got my name right—" Before the psychotic woman could squeak joyfully, Nik cuts her off.
"I will not forgive you."
His hand digs into her face before he smashes her head into Fretra to the right.
Without waiting, Nik grabs Aphrotra by her throat. His violet eyes glimmer in a cold light as the remaining two sisters reel from shock.
"Cease this illusion at once," Nik demands, but nothing changes.
The girl in his hand struggles to free herself from his grip. Even if he wasn't startlingly strong, the three girls were nothing to him.
He feared them once. He then came to loathe them.
Now?
Nothing.
Right?
Wrong.
His hate burst out with no one to hold him back.
The primordial spirit of freedom becomes his witness as he brutally chokes the life out of one girl before killing the rest by stomping on their heads.
His own bare feet fractures in the process, but he does not stop even when their skulls cave in. The sound of the brutal performance long attracted attention, and the only one allowed to touch him in this establishment aside from the customers arrived at the room after a few minutes.
"Nik, what the hell—" The muscular picture of perfection comes to a slow stop as she looks at the blood-stained 'son' of hers and frowns. The next second, her palm flies out alongside her thundering voice that Nik has never heard before!
"Who are you?"
'Is that a chi on her hands?' Nik blinks in a similar surprise before Esta squashes his head, and darkness overcomes his gaze.
"What was that?" Nik questions the moment he understands things are different than his initial assessment.
This is no illusion.
And that's why Mokshi refuted the notion of breaking the illusion since it wasn't one in the first place!
A mischievous chuckle replies to him instead of Mokshi.
"I suppose my skills are limited when working on Mokshi and its host. To think a fickle mortal with some measure of spirituality will sense my presence..."
Nik looks around. He can still feel his body, but he finds nothing.
"I'm not something you can see here, Dear Traveler. I'm a sensation that you hide constantly. Although, things would have been better if I could control your memories while you traveled in this life."
"Great, another spirit who says a whole lot of nothing, is that it?" Nik narrows his eyes and tries to connect with Mokshi. But something stops him—A whisper.
It's like a soft gale grazing over him.
Do you really want to do this? Are you sure you won't—
"Redemption slays me, and so does self-satisfaction; I'm always a whisper away, but measured when one dies. O' traveler, do pray tell, what am I?"
Nik realizes the identity of the spirit instantly.
He realizes the source of his irritation. It's not something Mokshi can ever stop him from feeling. It's the reason why he felt like lashing out at Ty Lee. No, it's the reason why everyone felt like lashing out at each other during the whole ride.
The more you suppress it, the worse it festers.
Once it blooms, it cripples.
"You're..." Nik sighs softly.
—Regret.
***
Alternate Title: Worst Situations; The Massacre of the Air Nomads; Ground Filled with Bodies; The Dark Spirit of Mischief; Return to Whoreville; The Triplets of Nightmare; No Forgiveness; Hidden Hate; Deeper Regret; The Paradox of Freedom Countered—One's Own Chains
***
A/N: I'm a little happy that I finally get to work a little on Esta. And yes... I was scrambling for names, so the triplets were named after the three goddesses of beauty and love from Danmachi.
***
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Chapter 260: One Last Regret 2Chapter 260: One Last Regret 2 What sets one event from the other in an infinite pool of possibilities are the actions of living beings who don't know any better. In one possibility, a passing comet grants Ozai unbelievable strength, which helps him dominate the Avatar. In another, hope vanishes from people's hearts and the world for good since Aang is never discovered. A stream of possibility exists where Aang wakes up years after Ozai goes with his plans. A possibility joyous of Aang's despair and suffering. He finds himself alone. A world where Ozai is a God and people do not know of him. A world where spirits hunt him. But all these possibilities pale compared to one possibility. An event that Aang did not witness in his lifetime. His source of only and the greatest regret. "Welcome!" The aged Fire Lord Sozin welcomes the crowd of Airbenders from the four corners of the world with a beaming smile. He walks up to the group of old monks and priestesses before bowing slightly in respect. The Gates of Azulon is still not constructed, but this place could only be the 'Fire Nation Capital.' Aang gapes and looks around from side to side. He sees many familiar faces. Among them is Monk Gyatso standing ahead with other monks who reciprocate Sozin's Respectful demeanor. 'Where am I?' Aang zones out. He cannot remember the last thing he was doing, but it feels like something too important to forget'Wait... I remember now. I was annoyed with the monks for not letting me play air scooter. Just because I'm the Avatar...' Aang looks around as he buries his indignations for later. 'So this is the preparations for Roku's Festival. I wonder if Roku used to have fun with his friends.' The boy looks around the port as Sozin leads everyone to the designated location where the Airbenders will begin the festival by meditation for an hour. Next, everything happens too quickly. They sit for a moment and close their eyes. The airbendersyoung and oldcontrol their breathing and fall into their meditative trance only to hear a loud command. "Attack!" Fire and arrows rain down on the nomads from all sides. Archers on the surrounding hills aim for the children indifferently while firebenders set the area on fire! "Huh?!" Aang's eyes snap open as an arrow whizzes past him. *Khcch* He looks back and sees the arrow sticking into the eye socket of his training buddy, who collapses on the scorched ground with a puddle of blood forming around his head. Aang looks around. He is too shocked to care for the monks rushing in his direction. He sees his brothers and sisters getting slaughtered and is quickly brought to reality as a stray arrow flies into his thigh. "Khuk!" Aang stumbles down involuntarily. The smell of smoke and blood fills his senses, and his eyes widen in pain. A drop of cold sweat drips down his shaved head as he hears Gyatso's shout, but it is too hard to discern anything in this carnage. *Fwip* An arrow whistles and stabs Aang's chest. He looks down over his bloodied habit. It's at this time that Gyatso reaches and holds him close. "Aang! Stay with me! You'll survive! I promis" Aang's eyes widen in despair as an arrow pierces the back of Gyatso's neck and sticks out of his mouth. 'No!' Aang's mind screams. He wants to scream out loud, but his body refuses. Memories fill his mind. Gyatso is dead. Aang's gaze turns hollow as he perceives destruction around him. His heart is filled with regret as all of it vanishes away. The "End." Aang's eyes snap open at the familiar voice. He looks around in the darkness. However, as he blinks again, he is back in the port. He looks around in confusion. If he can't remember anything, it must not be significant, right? 'Wait... I remember now. I was annoyed with the monks for not letting me play air scooter. Just because I'm the Avatar...' --- "What happened here?" Sokka whispers, and others are equally dumbfounded. It was already challenging to convince the captain to continue on the set course and reach Bhanti Island. Carrying them would have been impossible, so Sokka and Suki chose to explore while Azula, Jin, and Yue stood guard on the anchored ship. Azula should be enough to deter the captain and other soldiers from doing anything stupid out of fear of the unknown. The two seasoned warriors were not empty-handed. The warship itself had many weapons for the two to choose from. "What happened is," Suki grunts, "Zuko was right, and we all stepped on a spiritual landmine!" She gazes at the ground of a stone temple littered with stormbenders. "That much is clear," Sokka rolls his eyes and looks around, "If something happened to Nik then I can kiss Rena goodbye which is not happening!" "Isn't Nik your friend? Show some care for him, too!" "Believe me, if we wore the opposite boots, Nik would care about you girls more than me," Sokka shoots back. "You girls will carry our next generation while we, guys, will carry the next bill in a tavern. Take a guess and see what's important." Suki narrows her eyes. She somehow feels insulted and complimented at the same time. She lowers her head and looks up with coy, upturned eyes. "Will you forgive me?" "Stupid, that's why I told you that branding the flesh is simpler," the one on the right smiles fondly and shakes her head. "Eh, whatever way is acceptable," the one on the left drawls with a lazy smirk. "As long as our dear Nik get our names correct. Then we can have the nights of our lives." "So?" The one in the middle reaches out to stroke his chest. "Forgive me?" Nik smiles gently. His face lacks the battle-weary features he has grown into, and his body lacks the same physical strength. But his mindset cannot be more different. No, in fact, this is the same night he tries to escape with Cresta before he was betrayed a final time by whom he considered his mother for his actual 'mother'Esta. "Ishtra," Nik smiles and reaches out to stroke her cheek. "You got my name right" Before the psychotic woman could squeak joyfully, Nik cuts her off. "I will not forgive you." His hand digs into her face before he smashes her head into Fretra to the right. Without waiting, Nik grabs Aphrotra by her throat. His violet eyes glimmer in a cold light as the remaining two sisters reel from shock. "Cease this illusion at once," Nik demands, but nothing changes. The girl in his hand struggles to free herself from his grip. Even if he wasn't startlingly strong, the three girls were nothing to him. He feared them once. He then came to loathe them. Now? Nothing. Right? Wrong. His hate burst out with no one to hold him back. The primordial spirit of freedom becomes his witness as he brutally chokes the life out of one girl before killing the rest by stomping on their heads. His own bare feet fractures in the process, but he does not stop even when their skulls cave in. The sound of the brutal performance long attracted attention, and the only one allowed to touch him in this establishment aside from the customers arrived at the room after a few minutes. "Nik, what the hell" The muscular picture of perfection comes to a slow stop as she looks at the blood-stained 'son' of hers and frowns. The next second, her palm flies out alongside her thundering voice that Nik has never heard before! "Who are you?" 'Is that a chi on her hands?' Nik blinks in a similar surprise before Esta squashes his head, and darkness overcomes his gaze. "What was that?" Nik questions the moment he understands things are different than his initial assessment. This is no illusion. And that's why Mokshi refuted the notion of breaking the illusion since it wasn't one in the first place! A mischievous chuckle replies to him instead of Mokshi. "I suppose my skills are limited when working on Mokshi and its host. To think a fickle mortal with some measure of spirituality will sense my presence..." Nik looks around. He can still feel his body, but he finds nothing. "I'm not something you can see here, Dear Traveler. I'm a sensation that you hide constantly. Although, things would have been better if I could control your memories while you traveled in this life." "Great, another spirit who says a whole lot of nothing, is that it?" Nik narrows his eyes and tries to connect with Mokshi. But something stops himA whisper. It's like a soft gale grazing over him. Do you really want to do this? Are you sure you won't "Redemption slays me, and so does self-satisfaction; I'm always a whisper away, but measured when one dies. O' traveler, do pray tell, what am I?" Nik realizes the identity of the spirit instantly. He realizes the source of his irritation. It's not something Mokshi can ever stop him from feeling. It's the reason why he felt like lashing out at Ty Lee. No, it's the reason why everyone felt like lashing out at each other during the whole ride. The more you suppress it, the worse it festers. Once it blooms, it cripples. "You're..." Nik sighs softly. Regret. *** Alternate Title: Worst Situations; The Massacre of the Air Nomads; Ground Filled with Bodies; The Dark Spirit of Mischief; Return to Whoreville; The Triplets of Nightmare; No Forgiveness; Hidden Hate; Deeper Regret; The Paradox of Freedom CounteredOne's Own Chains *** A/N: I'm a little happy that I finally get to work a little on Esta. And yes... I was scrambling for names, so the triplets were named after the three goddesses of beauty and love from Danmachi. *** Join discord for Harem and Nik Pics. Support the Fanfic through comments, likes, reviews and such if the published site allows ityour boy's multi-site-nal! and of course, the big P! Read 30 advance chapters on Patre /fanharem Join the discord for character pics most of them are too heavy to be updated here https : //discord.gg/egdFUe5
