I’d like a TW alternate universe with Derek as the Avatar and Scott, Stiles and everyone joining him on his journey. (it’s implied that Derek and Stiles grow close during their adventures) Derek begins to open all his Chakras to gain control of the Avatar state. He and his Guru… let’s say Deaton, get to the fourth one.
Deaton: “The fourth Chakra is located in the heart. It deals with love, and is blocked by grief. Lay all your grief out in front of you.”
Derek begins to have a vision of Talia, his father, Laura and the rest of his family sitting in front of him and for a brief second, Derek begins to feel a familiar sense of happiness having his family once again before him. But then flames begin to engulf them, and he is powerless to do anything about it, as they again begin to disappear in puffs of smoke.
Deaton: “You have indeed felt a great loss. But love is a form of energy, and it swirls all around us. Your family’s love for you has not left this world, it is still inside of your heart and is reborn in the form of new love.”
Derek then turns around as the smoke swirls around him before forming into a new shape behind him. The smoke clears and Derek immediately recognizes a pair of beautiful brown eyes as a smiling Stiles is standing in front of him. And Derek can’t help but let a tear or two drop and one of his rare smiles form. It’s small, but it’s there.
"Let the pain flow away."
My name is Trevor. I am the son of Mark and Talia Hale of the Fire Nation. I am the Avatar. And I am…a prisoner.
Nothing has gone the way it should have gone. In fact, things couldn’t get much worse. Not too long ago, we were all set to try and free not only Stiles and his family, but all of the new airbenders that we’ve found in our search of the Earth Kingdom. Dozens of innocent people, now hostages of our enemies. The Red Lotus, or so they call themselves. A group of benders, more deadly than any we’ve ever met, driven with a single fanatical desire, to bring about an age of chaos and anarchy upon the world. For that, they needed the Avatar. They needed me. They tried once, when I was just a child, they and my uncle Peter were the ones responsible for the Hale fire, the fire that killed my entire family, just so they could capture me. But now, over thirteen years later, they’ve succeeded.
The hostage exchange went completely bust, and I became their prisoner anyway. And yet, as far as I know, my friends have nothing to show for it. The Red Lotus’ talk of freeing the airbenders, it was all a lie. I should have seen it coming. I was a fool to trust them. But I did. I wanted so badly to help Stiles and the other, that I was even willing to give myself up. But now, things have become worse than I could have ever imagined. For not only are the airbenders still prisoners, somewhere out there, but the leader of the Red Lotus, Deucalion the airbender…took my brother, Derek from me.
I can still see it. Derek, a powerful firebender, able to produce blue fire, more powerful than the standard red and orange, fighting bravely against him to try and save me. But Deucalion was too quick, and used his airbending to throw my brother off the cliffs, all while I watched, unable to stop him. Too far from the cliff, he was unable to use his firebending to propel himself. Deucalion murdered my father, mother, nearly my entire family, and now my older brother. Took his life like he was nothing, just like he and his allies have done to too many others. I swear in this moment, if only to myself, that Deucalion, his friends, and all of the Red Lotus would pay for everything they’d done.
But for now, I had more immediate problems, because thanks to my enemies, I’m not able to do much of anything. I’m deep underground, but I’m not sure where. There’s an eerie green glow all around from the glowing crystals that litter the chamber walls, not unlike the caverns beneath Ba Sing Se. I am bound by chains which are connected outwards in an “X” shape, stretching my limbs outwards in opposing directions. The Red Lotus must have removed me wrist-guards and boots while I was knocked out, for my now exposed wrists and lower legs are now manacled to the chains. As much as I try I cannot break these bonds.
"Argh! When I get out of here, NONE of you will survive!"
There had only ever been one other time in my life when I truly meant such a threat, back when Derek’s life was once threatened by a Water Tribe Judge. And here, I feel nothing less but anger towards the one who now stood before me. Deucalion, who was flanked by his two lackeys, the earthbender, Ennis and the woman with water arms. I never learned the woman’s name, but at this point, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get out and hurt every single one of them. But Deucalion was not phased in the slightest by my words, and looked at me with his usual, expressionless face.
"You WON’T get out. Not unless the Metal Clan taught you a way to bend platinum!"
So that’s what the chains were made of. No wonder I couldn’t break them. Platinum had become renowned as being a metal to pure and refined that it was impervious to any form of metalbending, even by the famed inventor of the technique, Cheif Stilinski’s mother. I silently curse whoever created this wretched stuff. It was bad enough I once had to fight an army of mechs made by this metal, now I was denied even to be able to use my new metalbending to get out of simple chains because of it. I frown deeply as I keep my gaze on Deucalion, who knew that I was going nowhere.
But my attention was then drawn to the ones who stood behind him. A pair of men, dressed in the uniform of the Red Lotus. One of them was carrying a bowl, which contained some kind of liquid metal substance. The other, a metalbender himself, was using his technique to make that substance, a poison Deucalion had called it, levitate out of it’s bowl. And now it just hovered there under the bender’s power, like a snake. I feel a pang of worry as I looked at it, knowing that I was undoubtedly the target for this strange substance. But my eyes darted down to Deucalion yet again as he continued speaking.
"Once we administer this poison, your body will naturally react, forcing you into the Avatar state in an effort to keep you alive."
This didn’t make any sense. Deucalion WANTS me in the Avatar state? Why? If he knows so much about Avatars, then he must know how powerful we become once we enter that state. Our bending becomes greater than any in the world, and I’d easily be able to defeat him and his little band if he forced me into it. Maybe there’s more to it? Everything he’s done so far has been part of some bigger plan. But I just can’t see how this can help him. But then, my confusion is wiped away by his next words.
"Unfortunately…you’ll be entering it for the last time."
My eyes widen with shock as I realise what it is that he is planning. It was knowledge known only by a select few, myself included. When the Avatar is in that state, and someone somehow manages to end their life, the reincarnation cycle is broken. It was a wisdom I’d first learned during my past communions with my predecessor, Aang, and which he’d learned from Roku, and so on and so fourth, all the way back to the first Avatar, Wan himself. How Deucalion learned of this, I can’t say. All I know is that he is planning something far worse than just my death, something I am sure to let him know.
"No! The Avatar cycle…!"
I did not finish my words before Deucalion continued, nodding his head briefly before he does so.
"Yes. When we dispatch you in the Avatar state, the cycle will end. So we lucky few…"
He pauses briefly to gesture to his two companions before speaking again.
"…we band of brothers and sisters of anarchy, will witness the beginning of an era of true freedom. Together, we will forge a world without Kings and Queens. Without nations and borders. Where a man’s only allegiance is to himself and those he loves."
His face becomes more steely before continuing.
"We will return to the TRUE balance of natural order."
There was a pause in his speech, and I wonder just what else he feels like proclaiming to me. My curiosity is soon answered.
"And though you will never again be reborn, your name will echo throughout history. Trevor, the LAST Avatar!"
So this was it. This was their plan for me all along. I should have seen this coming. Their goal was to rid the world of those with power over others. Those will some kind of authority over the people. Queens, Presidents, and now…me. An anger grips me as I think over our first meeting, where he declared that I was meant to be taught by them as a means of bringing balance. Now I see that was just another lie, one of many he’d spouted to me. As the Avatar, I, like all others before me, have been charged with maintaining balance in the world. That role, that duty, was seen by Deucalion, by all of the Red Lotus, as the very symbol of everything they sought to destroy.
If I fall, I do not know who could stop them. They’ve been able to defeat every bender and warrior they’ve come across, all in an effort to get to me. If I go, if the Avatar becomes no more, how far will the world fall because of their twisted goals? They’d already spread anarchy and chaos in the Earth Kingdom, where would be next? The Republic? My home in the Fire Nation? All these places and people who would be hurt by their plan, and here, in this place, they would ensure that I would not be there to stop them.
His speech over, Deucalion turns away from me, looking instead towards his Red Lotus followers behind him.
"Administer the poison."
The follower does not respond, and instead gets to work, resuming his bending movements, manipulating their poison, which floats through the air like how a waterbender would move their element. I look on as the bender uses his technique to make the substance approach me, it’s liquid form twisting and contorting as it stretches across the great distance between him and me. My face changes to one of fear, a look I am unwilling to show to my enemies, except in the most dire of cases. And here, in this place, where I am completely alone, I know that this is as dire as it gets.
With one final movement, the bender causes the substance to split off into four equal-sized blobs, all of which now move forward towards my stretched limbs. In mere moments, the poison latches onto my exposed forearms and shins. The sensation is immediate, as though my skin has touched something hot. Whatever this stuff was, it wasn’t meant to be touched by people. But then, that was exactly what the Red Lotus wanted. I clench my fists as the near-burning sensation increases, and it was here that I saw, through the corner of my eyes, the metalbender make one final motion.
And it was here that the true pain began for me. For this final movement manipulated the substance from afar, forcing it through my very skin and into my body. I let out a loud scream of pain as I feel the poison enter me. The bender did his work effectively, for I could feel that stuff begin to pour right into my veins, coursing through me like fire. My body begins to twitch and convulse with the pain, all while I continue to let out more pained howls. And that was when I began to feel it. A surge of power coming from deep within me. I recognise it immediately as the beginnings of the Avatar state.
Deucalion must has seen my eyes begin to glow, for he now turned to all of his assembled followers and addressed them.
"Get ready! As soon as he’s in the Avatar state, take him out!"
The other members of the Red Lotus begin their preparations, with the waterbender readying her arms while the earthbender, in a massive display of his power, uses his skill to cause the entire metal platform beneath me to erupt into a gigantic metal spikes. No doubt they plan to simply drop me in once I’m in the state. But their methods were the furthest thing from my mind, as I begin with all my might to try and fight against this. No, Raava, the spirit of order Avatar Wan fused with long ago to create the Avatar itself. I say silently, hoping she would hear me. Don’t unleash our power! Not here! Not now! It’s just what they want!
There had been a handful of moments over the course of my life that are forever burned into my memories. And many of them had been times when I felt that everything was lost. In my first year in Republic City, my bending was taken away, leaving me at the mercy of a monstrous bloodbender. Barely a few months later, Raava, the source of all the Avatar’s power, was torn from my body by my treacherous uncle, Peter and nearly destroyed. And now, here was another to add to the list. The moments when I was afraid. Not just for my life, but for everyone who would be hurt if I fell.
But this was something else. I had been defeated before, fallen to enemies who were stronger than I was. But this was different. I had not been defeated. I had been held. I had been forced to watch while these people inflicted this great pain on me, manipulating my body’s natural responses to further their own cause. It was not just pain. It was not just defeat.
It was a violation.
And so I carry on fighting against my natural urges to enter the Avatar state. I would not hand these people the victory they want, not if I can still stop it. I look down at them as they pause, hesitating with looks of confusion on their faces. Clearly they hadn’t expected me to resist entering this state, but I had. I was defying them, even now that I was in their power. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep this up. Between the urges to enter the state, and the agony that the poison was causing me, I feel that it was only a matter of time before the Red Lotus got exactly what they wanted.
The minutes roll on, and still I struggle, screaming in pain all the while. They watch me, the Red Lotus. They watch every moment of this torture they’ve put me through. They planned it. They WANTED it. They didn’t care what I went through, just as they didn’t care for any of the suffering they’d already caused, and would cause after this. I look at them, growing more and more tired with my efforts. I wanted it to end, the pain. I wanted all of this to be over, to go back to my family, my friends. But I knew I couldn’t. My vision grows hazy as the pain continues it’s way through my veins, greater than any pain a person should ever have to go through. And I wonder, in this moment, how much I have left in me.
"I told you, Trevor…"
My eyes shoot open with shock. It can’t be, I tell myself. He’s dead. He died out at sea over a year ago. It couldn’t be…him. But I look down, and I see something I knew to be impossible. Deucalion’s face was…cracking. Piece by piece of it fell away until finally, I saw a face that had forever made it’s home in my darkest nightmares. A white mask, bearing a red circle on the forehead, and which exposed the two most piercing eyes I had ever seen.
This man was dead. I knew that. But there he was, alive again right in front of me. How? It’s a hallucination, I tell myself. The poison is warping my mind, twisting my thoughts. I have to keep fighting it. I can’t let it force me into the Avatar state. But, despite my attempts to block it out, I hear that cold and calculating voice in my head yet again.
"…the world doesn’t need you anymore."
My breathing becomes shallower, more rapid. I need to clear my head, get these images out of me. But, as I try and focus on what I knew to be real, my eyes dart to the left, and I look upon the lavabender. Now, it was he who was changing. His head twists around in a horrific display, and when I see his face again, it’s the face of my uncle, Peter. Months ago, during the Harmonic convergance, Peter fused with Vaatu, just as Wan fused with Raava, to create an Avatar who’s power mirrored my own, but I was able to stop him. And now… he looks at me with glee and a sense of victory as he speaks.
"The time of the Avatar is over, nephew."
The poison must be doing far worse than just causing such agony in me if it’s affecting me like this. Is it not enough that I am a prisoner? Now I must see the faces of the dead? My enemies, who look at me with triumph? My eyes dart to the right, and I see the armless waterbender also begin to change. Her body twists and contorts, and her shape becomes that of a black and red wolf, something I recognise immediately. This was no human, far from it. This was a spirit. The spirit of darkness himself. Vaatu, my dark twin of Raava.
"You’re too weak to resist, Raava…"
The dark wolf of Vaatu flies upwards towards me, and though it does not possess eyes as humans do, I know he is looking at me with a mocking contempt, revelling in seeing me in this defeated state.
"…and I am stronger than ever. There is no use in fighting. Let go."
And that is what I hear now. A chorus of their voices, chanting those same words over and over. Let go. That is what they demand of me. To give up and just let it all end. But I can’t let myself listen to them. I can’t let them win. I can’t let go of my life, not while there are still people out there who need me. I will not let this poison defeat me. I will not let THEM defeat me. I am Trevor, the Avatar! I have faced down the embodiment of darkness himself. I have friends who all need my help. The airbenders, Stiles and his family, they all need me.
So I will NOT let go!
But despite my defiance, I can feel it. The Avatar state is coming. But this is not like before. Whenever I entered this state in the past, it was always willingly, under my own power. This was different, forceful. I had never before experienced the state as a reaction of my body. I feel new things as it emerges. In the past, I could feel strength, confidence and resolve whilst in the state. But now, coming into it against my will, I felt different. Anger. A desire to lash out against anything that might threaten me. It was as I’d heard, a means of protecting myself. But I do not know if I can control it like this.
Even so, I know now that it’s too late. For the state has come fully. I feel the same power I always have, and I am surrounded by a gust of wind as my state begins. I do not look down, but I need not bother, for Deucalion speaks out loud enough for everyone, even me, to hear him.
"Now! KILL the Avatar!"
His waterbending follower moves first, using her water-arms to form an ice spike, which she sends flying fast towards me. But I am ready now, and I let out a blast of fire from my mouth, melting the projectile instantly. With that threat done with, I begin to struggle yet again against my bonds. The chains may not break, but I don’t NEED to break them, for now I am in the Avatar state, and my bending is greater than before. With my new strength, I use my earthbending to manipulate the stone all around me, breaking off the rock that connected to the chain on my right arm.
With that boulder now free, I use my power to swing it at my enemies, hoping to strike them down in one move. To my annoyance, Deucalion jumps high, using his airbending to avoid the rock. In my frustration, I pull at the chain, forcing the rock to move fast to the right, and slamming it right into the waterbending woman. She cannot avoid the stone as Deucalion does, and so she is struck hard against the nearby wall, shattering the rock and forcing her to relinquish her water arms. I do not know if the blow has killed her, or merely rendered her unconscious, but I do no care either way. All I want is to see these people suffer for their crimes.
With one foe down, I turn my attention to the earthbender, who runs forward and begins to use his technique. As the metal spikes beneath me begins to rise, I take the chain on my right arm, which has become freed of it’s heavy burden, and swing it around rapidly. In mere moments, the chain is completely coiled around my right arm, and not a moment too soon, for the lava now charges towards me. With my arm now free, I send forward a blast of air, forcing the projectiles backwards towards it’s bender, who now leaps out of the way, lest he be struck by his own element.
With my enemies all scrambling to defend themselves, I pull at the chains on my ankles yet again. Now that I am in the Avatar state, my strength is greater than any person in this world, and in but a moment, the chains break, leaving their manacles around my ankles. With my legs now free to move, I lift my knees upwards before thrusting my legs forward, sending out yet another powerful blast of air. But this is not to strike the Red Lotus, but to force me backwards as I swing on the last remaining chain, on my left arm. Once back far enough, I use my legs yet again, but this time to send out a blast of fire, thrusting my whole body forwards.
With that, I am given more than enough momentum to tug hard at the remaining chain, breaking it as easily as I’d broken the others. In just a second, I make landing on the same stone platform the Deucalion and the others, causing them to leap backwards in response. The cold, hard earth scrapes at my feet with the force of my landing, but this discomfort is a mere drop in the ocean compared to the pain that continues to ravage me from that poison of theirs. Now completely free, I look upon Deucalion with anger, using my earthbending to raise several massive boulders all around me, ready to strike against any and all of them.
I look upon Deucalion, upon all of them, and I see their faces. This is not how they planned for this to go. They look at me, not with confidence, nor a sense of triumph, but with fear. Good, I tell myself, I WANT them afraid of me. I want them to feel just as helpless as all the people they’ve hurt. They have torn the world apart to get to me. Well, here I am. And I would make sure that I made them pay for all the evil they had caused. They would pay for what they’d done. All the anarchy they caused in the Earth Kingdom! They would pay for hurting my friends! They would pay for torturing me! They would pay for killing my mother, father, brother, my entire family, just to get to me! They would pay…for EVERYTHING! The previous Avatar, Aang, was a pacifist, using violence and his power as the Avatar as an absolute last resort. Refusing to end those who threatened the balance of the world and those who inhabit it. But I am not my past life. Even Chief Stilinksi once commented to his son.
"I can’t believe your sweet tempered grandfather was reincarnated into that Hale boy, he’s tough as nails."
These fanatics wanted me in the Avatar state so badly? ? Well now they HAVE it! And I am going to use my power to kill them all!
If Sterek wouldn’t be an option endgame (and I still believe it’s not) and as much as I love Sterek… I would’ve rather had Stiles develope a relationship with Cora over Malia. Don’t get me wrong, I love Malia… just not with Stiles.
This is a very thoughtful, very well stated examination of Vaatu, the spirit world and the interaction with humans/the physical world.
I think the issues surrounding Vaatu, mostly come into play because of the way in which, even though he’s supposed to be the spirit of chaos and the opposite of light—though I’m not entirely convinced that I would call Raava a spirit of peace—it’s being portrayed in very, Western-like ways.
Good and evil. Black and white.
Thank you. =D
I completely agree with you here — Raava and Vaatu really seem to be playing into Western archetypes more than anything… and that’s part of the reason why I’m so suspicious of everything that we seem to know.
They’re pretty much simplifying the two in very definitive terms. If anything, it seems as though Vaatu is more an advocate for spirtis and Raava is more an advocate for humans—even though initially upon meeting Wan she was quite condescending towards humans, or at least Wan.
The impression I got from Raava in the beginning was that even she wasn’t an advocate for humans. Her nature drove her to act in ways that were beneficial to humanity as a consequence, but she didn’t really seem to care about the collateral damage of her struggle with Vaatu, and fought with him more because that was her nature than because there was something she wanted to protect.
It kind of goes back to Yangchen’s statement about why the Avatar needs to take human incarnation:
Aang: But it made me wonder - why is the Avatar Spirit a human in every life? Wouldn’t it be better if the Avatar was an all-powerful spirit that never died?
Yangchen: I don’t think so.
Yangchen: The Avatar must be compassionate towards all people… and the only way to do that is to live with them.
Yangchen: The Avatar must experience sadness… Anger… Joy…and happiness.
Yangchen: By feeling all these emotions, it helps you understand how precious human life is…. so you will do anything to protect it.
Yangchen: If you were an all-powerful spirit living on the top of some mountain…. you wouldn’t have much in common with an ordinary person.
Yangchen: So the Avatar continues to take human rebirth. And with each life, learns what it means to be human.
Given what we know now, that isn’t actually a hypothetical. Raava by herself can’t understand how precious human life is. She needs to be bound to a human soul to understand that, to be driven to do anything to protect it.
The Avatar itself is an advocate for humanity, but it’s a fusion between Wan’s soul and Raava rather than Raava herself. Before Wan came along, the only advocates for humanity were the lion-turtles.
Vaatu’s probably not an advocate for the spirits either, except insofar as they feel disenfranchised by the Avatar using its power for the benefit of humanity at their expense. The meerkat spirits and Wan Shi Tong certainly didn’t seem to have any use for an Avatar, in any case (and even the spirits that Korra befriended didn’t seem particularly interested in her being the Avatar).
I will say, that this season (as opposed to the Aang series) portrays the spirit world as a much more welcoming, less bleak and dangerous area (to humans), which might have a lot to do with the fact that for one, we now know that the Avatar maintains within them the spirit Raava and that her, opponent, is the “evil” Vaatu, and they may be trying to play up that difference even more with the different perspectives of the spirit world (as we saw in the latest episode).
We saw so little of the Spirit World in A:tLA that I’m not sure I’d say it’s less bleak and dangerous this time around so much as that the only parts that were relevant in A:tLA were the dangerous parts. The area surrounding Koh’s lair was kind of dreary, but the only spirit who actually threatened Aang was Koh himself. Wan Shi Tong had essentially the same attitude when we met him in LoK as he did when we left him in A:tLA. If anything, I’d say the Spirit World is even more dangerous this time around, because it’s so unpredictable — sure, things will go well as long as you keep a positive attitude, but as soon as things start going wrong, friends turn to foes and the whole world wants to eat you.
Obviously a world with just Raava would be just as un-ideal as a world where Vaatu was the presiding greater spirit. I would imagine that, as you said, most spirits at least are chaotic neutral, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t outliers. Those who are evil, and those who are good. The spirit that stole faces comes to mind. I guess you could argue that perhaps this is an influence of Vaatu, and while I wouldn’t entirely discount it, I think that it may be a bit of a stretch and that it certainly does not give enough credit to spirits having a conscience or rather, a will and personality of their own that is free and uninfluenced by outside forces.
I don’t know if it makes sense to call Koh evil… he’s always come off as being a Blue And Orange Morality guy to me. =/ He’s dangerous to humans (or anything else with a face, really), but his mind isn’t really human enough to call him evil.
(It certainly seems more likely that he’d support Vaatu rather than Raava, though. Or maybe not. He seemed irritated that Kuruk wasn’t doing his job as Avatar, so maybe he does have some sort of desire for balance. It’s kind of hard to say)
When I think of Vaatu and Raava, I imagine instead that these two should be less warring in nature. That there should be a quiet peace or wisdom about them. That Vaatu should not be so hungry for power and dominance, and that neither would Raava be so desperate to keep him in check. These are supposed to be old spirits—I imagine like the two characters at the end of the Matrix trilogy. Old friends who are also, old foes. Who have entered into this game a thousand times before, and will continue playing it a thousand times after. They aren’t really evil, and neither are they really good. They balance one another and hold just as many “undesirable” qualities as the other.
Yeah, that certainly seems like the ideal way for this to end up. And, if Vaatu really is influenced by humanity’s misunderstanding of darkness and chaos, it could still end up that way.
"Creative genuis."…. Right… let me first point out that I could probably do better writing just using my ass, and second… I honestly don’t even enjoy Teen wolf anymore. I tune in every Monday just to stay current. I enjoy the fanficiton world on AO3 created by all the amazing writers out there a lot more than the actual show, and also the Avatar-verse I created. Putting the TW characters in an A:TLA setting. And yes, when I’m finished with the entire thing I will be posting it.
Excuse me while I go back to S3 LOK and it’s amazing plotline and great character development.
I’m honestly not so surprised. I’m actually kind of disappointed that she was revealed to be the Benefactor all along, at least until I see more behind that story.