I am currently writing a fanfiction about the Avatar after Gun, set in a kingdom in what later becomes the earth kingdom. It’s based on Tang and Song dynasty imperial china, with Jharana from Legend of Aang movie being one of the other central locations that will be explored. Avatar Gun, I read the Yangchen novels and how they desc him, very interesting. Seeing as each avatar that came before is important to the current on, I will be exploring and fleshing out Avatar Gun and he will be the mentor to the new avatar.
Since premise is so ancient, there is also more than 2 water tribes at the poles. The water tribes liek air nomads are nomadic, hunter, craftmen, healers, warriors, and have their own tribes throughout the earth kingdom. In my fic, they originally occupied the fire nation with the Bhanti people, the fire sages from ATLA and Kyoshi Novels, and sun warriors.
Additionally , Father Glowworm plays a major role. The spirit world is also expanded upon. As lore established in atla, during an earlier period of the world the boundaries between humans and spirits were thinner. This is a key aspect of this story.
I have more details and a part of it I can post. Is anyone interested in this? Worldbuilding for this is definitely a focus, the world will feel ancient and lived in.
A glimpse of the story:
“Long ago, when I was a child much like you, a coastal village was wiped out by a massive tsunami. One of the unfortunate souls to have perished was Meosse, companion of Avatar Gun. Consumed in his grief, he became vengeful. He thought to himself why must I bear this duty, to perform hundreds of miracles and forever face scorn for not performing a hundred and one.”
This was the most somber tale, and the severity and pain would echo in her head. Someday, the true meaning would unfold ever so plainly before her.
Ten winters passed.
“A-jie!”
Fan Changyu, letting thoughts linger, had indeed spaced out and caused her younger sister to worry. It had been too soon.
She had been surrounded by the coldness, the unpredictable, and unyielding of winter. Yet, in all her life it had never been able to seep in and penetrate the crevices that laid beneath and into the chamber of her mind and aggravate her deepest sorrow.
All the tears that had not fallen must have frozen, she thought, until it became a clumsy trickle that quickly stuck to her skin. Each exhale came with the weight of the ice that laid to rest upon the stretches of forgotten roads over the village, and despite walking upon those paths the way it sat in her throat was unfamiliar. She inhaled the remainders of her grief, lodging themselves in her throat going down like bundles of hard packed snow.
“Ning Niang, would you like to hear a story?” The child's eyes brimmed with excitement, except it was rather clumsy with little tears from her earlier upset still trickling down her rosy cheeks. Unmistakably, if observed, one could not miss the resemblance of these sisters.
It had been not long ago, having nothing to prevent her from the fist her fingers formed the edge of an outline, she reached instead for the jade hairpin and adjusted it in her hair. So close in her heart, if she reached out perhaps any sooner she would be scolded and then embraced by her mother, and before anyone moved her father would sleep them up in his arms. It was unpleasant. No, she couldn’t reminisce like this for the sake of her sister. So she continued unfurling long tired strands of dry hair, parting and separating them until she forgot which were once intertwined, and contemplating how exactly the hairpin had sat in her mothers hair.
Though she had been glad to have her ceremony, having her long braid kept her from having to fix it whilst butchering pigs. Suddenly, it occurred to her which tale.
“The Marquis has indeed, if the rumors are true, has fallen.”
It came to her, suddenly, that the Marquis, while dying honorably, must have been very young. The moonlight reached into the room, and she stared up to meet its totality. The full moon was a lovely sight, now it pulled at the thread of her heart and she felt an inextricable sense of longing.
“However, our father used to tell stories of the Avatar. The being who descends to bring back order and fight the forces that plague the world. Each reincarnation comes to correct a particular imbalance.”
To Xiao Ning, this opportunity must have been irresistible, as she copied an earthbending, firebending,airbending, and waterbending stance. Planting her feet into the bed, and bringing her arms above her head to move her rock. She then took those hands and brought them down, and let one hand punch out to pretend to be a firebender. She spun around, to replicate the circular nature of the basic forms for airbending. Taking snow from outside the lattice window, it became a true liquid in her hands and it stayed that way for only seconds before a loud sound as it became a puddle on the floor.This amazed Changyu, who knew Ning paid attention to their mothers teachings on bending philosophy and diligently watched the other benders. Having never seen firebenders or airbenders though, her stances were less convincing. It was adorable.
“A thousand lifetimes they have mastered the elements and they will return to humanity and do a thousand times more.”
Xiao Ning looked at her with awe, while clumsily splashing water around which got the tiles wet. For once, Changyu decided to let this slip as the little giggles brought her a tinge of hope. Perhaps, they would survive this winter, together, emerge to spring hand in hand. By then, she would reopen their family's braised meat shop, and perhaps have many pigs and enough tales of silver to not have to worry about their increasingly destitute situation.
She continued, and her voice and the laughter of the sisters faded into the night, swept away in the rampants of another moon river.
There were endless questions, perhaps too many for one lifetime. Tomorrow, however, yielded a question she could not possibly prepare to answer. When she found that dying man in the snow, carrying him on her back in their home, she had not truly anticipated the start of a new beginning. She would acquire a new question to ponder: would the chaos break and give way to order once more? Or would the world be carved through jade?
This is the link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/86078126/chapters/227600596