The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over Iron-hollow District labyrinthine alleys .Azula senses sharpened — not just seeing, but feeling the pulse of the city. Every sound echoed like a secret whispered in his ear.
That night, a strange presence brushed past him — cold, unseen, yet unmistakably hostile.His mind screamed in the language only he could understand: Danger.
With a sudden clarity, Azula slipped into his power — diving deep into the POV of the stranger who passed. What he saw chilled him: a figure cloaked in darkness, moving silently with the intent to harm.
Clash in the Alley;
Azula's heart pounded, but his mind was calm, calculating. He anticipated the attacker's moves before they happened — the slight twitch of a muscle, the flicker of an eye.It was a dance he had never learned but somehow knew perfectly.
The fight was brief, brutal, a blur of motion and thought. Azula's unique spatial awareness and muscle memory turned him into a mirror, reflecting every strike, every feint — mastering the fight instinctively.
But in the final moment, as he disarmed his foe, the attacker whispered something almost inaudible:
"Chosen… or cursed?"
The Mystery Deepens;
Back home, shaken, Azula reflected on the words.
Why me? Why this power?
He recalled the stories of the past warriors of legend, their trials, their gifts — powers meant not for glory but responsibility. Was his ability a blessing from God to see and protect? Or a burden that isolated him from humanity?
A Whisper from the Past;
That night, as Azula prayed, a vision came to him — not clear, but like a puzzle piece falling into place:
A vast tapestry, threads weaving through time and space.An ancient voice echoed:"You are the eye of the unseen world, the mirror reflecting souls. Your gift will be tested, and only through faith will the veil be lifted."
A New Path;
Azula clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes.
This was just the beginning. He was no longer just a boy with strange abilities — he was becoming a guardian, a seer between worlds.
The line between gift and curse blurred, but one truth was certain:His journey had only just begun.