Post by Teᴙa253 on Aug 7, 2009 8:23:30 GMT -7
This is an AU story I wrote a week or so about, regarding Sanaki.
It's basically a series of events as to what would have happened had Sanaki's parents not been assassinated, and the girls found by the Serenes couple.
that said, there's at least 2 chapters in this one.
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN
What could have been—the things I saw in this alternate universe were enough to send chills through even the strongest warriors. Sanaki Li Chan—never becoming the sweet little angel she was and is, but rather, a monster—far worse than either of her parents had ever become.
Had her parents decide to keep her and her sister Mikaya, the very history of the world may have been changed.
I, Tera Meziak Altina, a supernatural with the ability to do just about anything I pleased, had gone back in time in an alternate universe, to see what would have happened—had Sanaki’s parents not been so cruel as to leave the little twins to die. Then again, that may have been the better fate for them—what they became was something far worse than death.
“No,” Zeruda, Sanaki’s mother, said, “I see something else in the girls—a strong wills that is unbreakable by even the spirits themselves. Do you see it?”
“Aye,” Orzon, Sanaki’s mother replied, “they still have use for now.”
The twins grew up raised well by worldly standards, but inside, I was horrified at what I saw—it was as if they had no heart. There was no sense of love in the girls, not even for each other. In fact, it seemed that Sanaki and her older sister Mikaya were always trying to best each other. They would spar, just like they do in the real world—but they almost seemed to be trying to kill each other. Both girls, 16 at this particular point, were incredibly beautiful too—probably more so than their real counterparts. This beauty, however, was hollow—beneath it was nothing but deceit, malice, violence, lust, power, anger, cruelty, and more. There was nothing good about these girls. It was absolutely horrible for me to see. I could never show Sanaki or Mikaya this sort of thing—it would break their dear little hearts.
Then again, maybe it would be better for them to know—to know that they should be thankful for the way they were raised.
Their choice of clothing was also much different—both girls were dressed in elaborate bright red robes that looked like they had been in the palace before—and it was true. Both girls frequented the palace, their beauty almost seductive. Both of them used this beauty to their advantage.
Another thing I noticed was that they were both incredibly talented with the katana that they wound up getting in the real world as well. Moreover, they were both incredible fire benders. Sanaki, though still blind, even wore shoes, and seemed to be able to flawlessly detect anything—her reflexes were unmatched, and could give the real Sanaki an easy run for her money—and likely beat her. She almost always bested Mikaya in her spars, but neither one was deterred.
Both girls were covered in blood, but Sanaki had been the winner.
“Better luck next time,” she leered, walking away,
“There will be,” Mikaya replied, “next time you won’t come back in one piece.”
Another horrifying aspect of the girls was that they literally used their beauty to obtain things they wanted—they had become seductresses, smirking as they disappeared with a person, and coming back out with bloodstained clothes. It disgusted me. I wanted to appear in there and cause as much pain to them as possible. They were mutilating my image of Sanaki Li Chan.
Sanaki’s 17th birthday was one of the worst things I had ever witnessed that had been related to Sanaki in any way, shape or form. In the middle of the night, the young blind woman murdered not only her parents, but also her twin sister—in their sleep. She attributed the deaths to assassins, as, with their high positions in society, they were hunted by some people as well. It only made sense.
Sanaki lived alone for the next year or two of her life, and at age 19, I peered into her soul and saw one that was so malicious that it made the souls of her parents seem pure almost, by comparison. By this time, Sanaki had conned and murdered her way to becoming an heir to the Fire Nation throne. She had seduced the Fire Lord’s son into marrying her, and she kept him from going to war, which saved his life for a moment, but Sanaki was already devising ways of how to get rid of him as well.
Over the next few years, it was rumored that the old Fire lord had become a figurehead, and the now-25-year-old Sanaki was the one pulling the strings. Even Prince Razon, the young man that Sanaki had married, seemed afraid of her. One night, his suspicions were proved as he heard a trembling old man’s voice.
“Not Razon, please,” it said, “Please, princess Sanaki, I have only done well to you.”
“I know,” Sanaki replied sweetly, “unfortunately, I don’t play that nicely. As long as that Lord over Lady Principle of the Fire Nation is intact, things in your palace will go wrong—and your son’s head might be served to you on a silver platter—and then your own. I will take my leave now, Fire Lord.”
The Fire Lord glared after the woman with hatred in his eyes—Sanaki Li Chan was well-known throughout the world, but instead of being loved like she had been in the real world, in this universe, she was feared, and for good reason. She was vicious, cruel, malevolent, and violent, not hesitating to hurt or kill anyone who got in her way of what she wanted.
There was the sound of fire, and a slamming sound. Razon peered into the room and saw that Sanaki had countered an attack from the Fire Lord, his father, and her right hand was crackling with lightning.
“Okay,” he pleaded, “just please… don’t harm my son.”
“Very well,” Sanaki smirked, “order the decree immediately, Fire Lord. I’ll be watching.”
“You’re blind,” he hissed, knowing that she was slightly sensitive to the subject. This only made things worse, as there were many traits that this malevolent Sanaki had that the real one had as well. It was horrible.
“I’m not blind,” she said, turning away “I can see everything.”
She backed against the wall and shot her name into it without even turning around. Sanaki was always able to write her name with fire, and this was a well-known trait.
“Don’t worry about your son though,” she said sweetly, “he heard every word of our little conversation. It is I who holds the power here, Fire Lord, not you. Remember that.”
Razon darted away, though Sanaki was aware of where he was going.
“No matter,” she thought to herself as I peered into her mind, “he only has a few days left to live as well too.”
I followed Sanaki down a deserted hallway, and the light here seemed to illuminate her features. She looked and was dressed much differently than I was used to, but she had the same features that the real Sanaki had. This Sanaki had her hair done in an elaborate topknot, long pins sticking out of it with gold chains dangling from them. Her hair was still down to her knees, and was long and wavy. Her eyes had shadow over and around them to give them a more pointed look. Her lips were bright red; to be exact, a seductive shade. Her face was very pale, but had makeup that gave it a little color. Her smile was scary—there was no other description for it. She reminded me of myself when I was evil, but she seemed to be relentless. There was no good in her, because this alternate Sanaki had never been raised with a shred of good in her life.
Sanaki’s clothes were much like a woman named Alzar’s, but were brighter and more elaborate. Underneath her flowing red robe was a tighter, long-sleeved dark red shirt emblazoned with a golden dragon that wrapped around it and a dress that had the same design. There was a slit on the right side of her red and gold dress that went from the hem to her waist—this seemed to be an object of seduction, as Sanaki seemed to flash this leg to men when she wanted to get something from them. Her leg, like her hands and face, was unnaturally pale. Around Sanaki’s waist was a large red and gold sash, and on either side of her were her katana. Her shoes were blood red and fit snug around her feet, and yet, even though Sanaki was normally barefoot in the real world, this one seemed to be able to cope perfectly well with what she wore.
Sanaki’s hands, though still small, soft and delicate like most of her body, seemed crueler. She was caressing a statue with them, running her fingers along the stone—her nails were razor-sharp and a sinister red.
I followed Sanaki to see where she was going. She had a majestic stride to her walk, and her smile was abhorrent. Her pale eyes seemed to pierce daggers into my soul.
She stopped in what appeared to be her husband’s room, she picked up a blade and quickly darted out and made her way back the way she came, the guards patrolling the area nowhere in sight. Apparently she ordered them to disperse earlier, as she was alone.
She was returning to where the Fire Lord was now sleeping. She crouched behind the door, feeling and listening to the old man’s actions.
He was praying—praying that there would be something or someone that would be able to stop Sanaki’s treachery from spreading any further. Sanaki merely grinned. Once she felt that the old man was asleep, she zipped inside without a sound. Quickly ending the Fire Lord’s life with the blade of Razon, she darted back into the shadows, leaving the blade at the scene of the crime. She used her sense to ensure that no blood was on her body, save a little that she had scooped in a tiny bottle that she would use later.
She passed a squadron of guards and gave them orders.
“The Fire Lord requests that you stand guard near his room,” she said, her cold voice sounding authoritative, “but do not disturb his rest.”
With that, she left, and she met back up with Razon, who looked concerned.
“Something does not feel right,” he said,
“It is likely an assassin on the loose or the likes,” Sanaki said truthfully—though she left out one fine detail—that she had been the assassin. “My family was killed by them.”
“Do you think we should alert my father,” he asked, hoping to get Sanaki to spill a secret of some sort. However, Sanaki was not at all afraid of the crime she had committed. She was not ready to openly say it though, especially not here—as long as Razon was living, Sanaki’s influence was slightly limited.
“No, he’ll be fine,” Sanaki replied calmly, “I ordered the guards from this area to patrol there. Come, I want you to hold me.” With this, she threw herself around him, locking lips with him, and moving her mouth vigorously. If she had had any good inside her, it would have looked loving. Nevertheless, Razon fell for it.
“I’m sorry for everything,” she said, pulling another ruse, “I honestly am. I wanted to make it up to you.” And so they did. When she pulled away though, she had flicked the blood at him without him noticing.
“Good night, my noble prince,” she said sweetly, walking away. She had sensed that the guards down the hall had slipped into the Fire Lord’s room to see if he was awake—he seemed awfully quiet. It was here that they found that he had been murdered.
Soon though, alarm was spreading through the palace, as word and proof of the Fire Lord’s murder had gotten out. Everyone, Sanaki and Razon included, was rounded up by the sages so they could gather information. Sanaki sensed everyone’s thoughts and feelings. Some were happy, some mad, others sad, others worried, and many of them thinking about Sanaki.
“Lord Sage,” Sanaki gasped, “this-this is my husband’s blade!”
Everyone gasped and turned at Razon. I personally felt bad for him, despite him supposed to have been dead by this time in my world.
“I would never kill my own father!” Razon declared.
“he was about to repeal that Lord over Lady Decree,” Sanaki told the crowds, or rather, give a Fire Lady as much power as a Fire Lord.”
This decree did get repealed by this Fire Lord, and it had been because of Sanaki. In my world, however, it had been because Sanaki was next in line, but for different reasons—Sanaki was a well-loved person who many people thought would be a good Fire Lady. This Sanaki though, was terrifying.
“Naturally,” Sanaki continued, “he would want his power all to himself, and so he killed the Fire Lord so that he could have the power, and moreover, before the decree could be made. Look; even the blind person notices that there are blood specks on his clothes.”
“What,” Razon exclaimed, “no, I didn’t, I—”
“Murder of the Fire Lord,” said Sanaki, since she was basically the figure with all the power in the Fire Nation, “results in death of the murderer. Razon, why did you do this? Don’t leave me alone without you.”
Sanaki’s treacherous words convinced many, but Razon was furious. He had put enough of the pieces together to know that this had been an elaborate scheme set up by Sanaki, and that it had unfortunately worked.
“You are a liar and a treacherous murderer,” he yelled at her, but she simply smiled sweetly and ran her sharp nails gently against his face. The darkness of the council room that the people were in covered her grin to everyone else but Razon.
“Why Razon,” she said aloud, “why would I accuse you, my own beloved husband, of committing such a treacherous crime?”
“Because it was you,” he roared at her, causing the crowds to gasp, “You set this entire thing up, and now want me to be put to death so you can have your power.”
Sanaki gasped.
“He must be losing his mind,” Sanaki warned, “don’t kill him, please.”
The sages bought Sanaki’s story, as it seemed logical. Sanaki kept her plans hidden until they were executed, or unless the person was involved in it.
To cut a long story short, Razon was put to death after 2 weeks in the asylum because, being perfectly sane, he as not about to change his story, and Sanaki ordered the guards to provoke him with this, and this caused him one day to go nuts and attack, and the guards slew him in self-defense. As he was dying, the guards dispersed, per command of Sanaki.
“You were close to throwing me down,” she leered at him. He had been mortally wounded, and even this had been part of Sanaki’s elaborate scheme. Her men had followed her without question—likely out of fear.
“Words cannot describe my loathing for you, Sanaki,” he said, “May the spirits above have mercy on your soul—if you even have one.”
“Clever choice of words,” Sanaki replied, “but that is no matter. What matters, is that I won. There is no spirit world, no connections between it and our world—even the Avatar is at fault here. There is no point in believing something we can’t see or, in my case, feel. There are no spirits, and there is no spirit world.”
Sanaki’s views on the spirit world were thus, but her reasoning was a bit different. However, now with Razon out of the way, Sanaki was now in charge of the Fire Nation, aged 25 years old. I had to keep watching—this would be where history would change had this happened.
~Sanaki~
It's basically a series of events as to what would have happened had Sanaki's parents not been assassinated, and the girls found by the Serenes couple.
that said, there's at least 2 chapters in this one.
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN
What could have been—the things I saw in this alternate universe were enough to send chills through even the strongest warriors. Sanaki Li Chan—never becoming the sweet little angel she was and is, but rather, a monster—far worse than either of her parents had ever become.
Had her parents decide to keep her and her sister Mikaya, the very history of the world may have been changed.
I, Tera Meziak Altina, a supernatural with the ability to do just about anything I pleased, had gone back in time in an alternate universe, to see what would have happened—had Sanaki’s parents not been so cruel as to leave the little twins to die. Then again, that may have been the better fate for them—what they became was something far worse than death.
“No,” Zeruda, Sanaki’s mother, said, “I see something else in the girls—a strong wills that is unbreakable by even the spirits themselves. Do you see it?”
“Aye,” Orzon, Sanaki’s mother replied, “they still have use for now.”
The twins grew up raised well by worldly standards, but inside, I was horrified at what I saw—it was as if they had no heart. There was no sense of love in the girls, not even for each other. In fact, it seemed that Sanaki and her older sister Mikaya were always trying to best each other. They would spar, just like they do in the real world—but they almost seemed to be trying to kill each other. Both girls, 16 at this particular point, were incredibly beautiful too—probably more so than their real counterparts. This beauty, however, was hollow—beneath it was nothing but deceit, malice, violence, lust, power, anger, cruelty, and more. There was nothing good about these girls. It was absolutely horrible for me to see. I could never show Sanaki or Mikaya this sort of thing—it would break their dear little hearts.
Then again, maybe it would be better for them to know—to know that they should be thankful for the way they were raised.
Their choice of clothing was also much different—both girls were dressed in elaborate bright red robes that looked like they had been in the palace before—and it was true. Both girls frequented the palace, their beauty almost seductive. Both of them used this beauty to their advantage.
Another thing I noticed was that they were both incredibly talented with the katana that they wound up getting in the real world as well. Moreover, they were both incredible fire benders. Sanaki, though still blind, even wore shoes, and seemed to be able to flawlessly detect anything—her reflexes were unmatched, and could give the real Sanaki an easy run for her money—and likely beat her. She almost always bested Mikaya in her spars, but neither one was deterred.
Both girls were covered in blood, but Sanaki had been the winner.
“Better luck next time,” she leered, walking away,
“There will be,” Mikaya replied, “next time you won’t come back in one piece.”
Another horrifying aspect of the girls was that they literally used their beauty to obtain things they wanted—they had become seductresses, smirking as they disappeared with a person, and coming back out with bloodstained clothes. It disgusted me. I wanted to appear in there and cause as much pain to them as possible. They were mutilating my image of Sanaki Li Chan.
Sanaki’s 17th birthday was one of the worst things I had ever witnessed that had been related to Sanaki in any way, shape or form. In the middle of the night, the young blind woman murdered not only her parents, but also her twin sister—in their sleep. She attributed the deaths to assassins, as, with their high positions in society, they were hunted by some people as well. It only made sense.
Sanaki lived alone for the next year or two of her life, and at age 19, I peered into her soul and saw one that was so malicious that it made the souls of her parents seem pure almost, by comparison. By this time, Sanaki had conned and murdered her way to becoming an heir to the Fire Nation throne. She had seduced the Fire Lord’s son into marrying her, and she kept him from going to war, which saved his life for a moment, but Sanaki was already devising ways of how to get rid of him as well.
Over the next few years, it was rumored that the old Fire lord had become a figurehead, and the now-25-year-old Sanaki was the one pulling the strings. Even Prince Razon, the young man that Sanaki had married, seemed afraid of her. One night, his suspicions were proved as he heard a trembling old man’s voice.
“Not Razon, please,” it said, “Please, princess Sanaki, I have only done well to you.”
“I know,” Sanaki replied sweetly, “unfortunately, I don’t play that nicely. As long as that Lord over Lady Principle of the Fire Nation is intact, things in your palace will go wrong—and your son’s head might be served to you on a silver platter—and then your own. I will take my leave now, Fire Lord.”
The Fire Lord glared after the woman with hatred in his eyes—Sanaki Li Chan was well-known throughout the world, but instead of being loved like she had been in the real world, in this universe, she was feared, and for good reason. She was vicious, cruel, malevolent, and violent, not hesitating to hurt or kill anyone who got in her way of what she wanted.
There was the sound of fire, and a slamming sound. Razon peered into the room and saw that Sanaki had countered an attack from the Fire Lord, his father, and her right hand was crackling with lightning.
“Okay,” he pleaded, “just please… don’t harm my son.”
“Very well,” Sanaki smirked, “order the decree immediately, Fire Lord. I’ll be watching.”
“You’re blind,” he hissed, knowing that she was slightly sensitive to the subject. This only made things worse, as there were many traits that this malevolent Sanaki had that the real one had as well. It was horrible.
“I’m not blind,” she said, turning away “I can see everything.”
She backed against the wall and shot her name into it without even turning around. Sanaki was always able to write her name with fire, and this was a well-known trait.
“Don’t worry about your son though,” she said sweetly, “he heard every word of our little conversation. It is I who holds the power here, Fire Lord, not you. Remember that.”
Razon darted away, though Sanaki was aware of where he was going.
“No matter,” she thought to herself as I peered into her mind, “he only has a few days left to live as well too.”
I followed Sanaki down a deserted hallway, and the light here seemed to illuminate her features. She looked and was dressed much differently than I was used to, but she had the same features that the real Sanaki had. This Sanaki had her hair done in an elaborate topknot, long pins sticking out of it with gold chains dangling from them. Her hair was still down to her knees, and was long and wavy. Her eyes had shadow over and around them to give them a more pointed look. Her lips were bright red; to be exact, a seductive shade. Her face was very pale, but had makeup that gave it a little color. Her smile was scary—there was no other description for it. She reminded me of myself when I was evil, but she seemed to be relentless. There was no good in her, because this alternate Sanaki had never been raised with a shred of good in her life.
Sanaki’s clothes were much like a woman named Alzar’s, but were brighter and more elaborate. Underneath her flowing red robe was a tighter, long-sleeved dark red shirt emblazoned with a golden dragon that wrapped around it and a dress that had the same design. There was a slit on the right side of her red and gold dress that went from the hem to her waist—this seemed to be an object of seduction, as Sanaki seemed to flash this leg to men when she wanted to get something from them. Her leg, like her hands and face, was unnaturally pale. Around Sanaki’s waist was a large red and gold sash, and on either side of her were her katana. Her shoes were blood red and fit snug around her feet, and yet, even though Sanaki was normally barefoot in the real world, this one seemed to be able to cope perfectly well with what she wore.
Sanaki’s hands, though still small, soft and delicate like most of her body, seemed crueler. She was caressing a statue with them, running her fingers along the stone—her nails were razor-sharp and a sinister red.
I followed Sanaki to see where she was going. She had a majestic stride to her walk, and her smile was abhorrent. Her pale eyes seemed to pierce daggers into my soul.
She stopped in what appeared to be her husband’s room, she picked up a blade and quickly darted out and made her way back the way she came, the guards patrolling the area nowhere in sight. Apparently she ordered them to disperse earlier, as she was alone.
She was returning to where the Fire Lord was now sleeping. She crouched behind the door, feeling and listening to the old man’s actions.
He was praying—praying that there would be something or someone that would be able to stop Sanaki’s treachery from spreading any further. Sanaki merely grinned. Once she felt that the old man was asleep, she zipped inside without a sound. Quickly ending the Fire Lord’s life with the blade of Razon, she darted back into the shadows, leaving the blade at the scene of the crime. She used her sense to ensure that no blood was on her body, save a little that she had scooped in a tiny bottle that she would use later.
She passed a squadron of guards and gave them orders.
“The Fire Lord requests that you stand guard near his room,” she said, her cold voice sounding authoritative, “but do not disturb his rest.”
With that, she left, and she met back up with Razon, who looked concerned.
“Something does not feel right,” he said,
“It is likely an assassin on the loose or the likes,” Sanaki said truthfully—though she left out one fine detail—that she had been the assassin. “My family was killed by them.”
“Do you think we should alert my father,” he asked, hoping to get Sanaki to spill a secret of some sort. However, Sanaki was not at all afraid of the crime she had committed. She was not ready to openly say it though, especially not here—as long as Razon was living, Sanaki’s influence was slightly limited.
“No, he’ll be fine,” Sanaki replied calmly, “I ordered the guards from this area to patrol there. Come, I want you to hold me.” With this, she threw herself around him, locking lips with him, and moving her mouth vigorously. If she had had any good inside her, it would have looked loving. Nevertheless, Razon fell for it.
“I’m sorry for everything,” she said, pulling another ruse, “I honestly am. I wanted to make it up to you.” And so they did. When she pulled away though, she had flicked the blood at him without him noticing.
“Good night, my noble prince,” she said sweetly, walking away. She had sensed that the guards down the hall had slipped into the Fire Lord’s room to see if he was awake—he seemed awfully quiet. It was here that they found that he had been murdered.
Soon though, alarm was spreading through the palace, as word and proof of the Fire Lord’s murder had gotten out. Everyone, Sanaki and Razon included, was rounded up by the sages so they could gather information. Sanaki sensed everyone’s thoughts and feelings. Some were happy, some mad, others sad, others worried, and many of them thinking about Sanaki.
“Lord Sage,” Sanaki gasped, “this-this is my husband’s blade!”
Everyone gasped and turned at Razon. I personally felt bad for him, despite him supposed to have been dead by this time in my world.
“I would never kill my own father!” Razon declared.
“he was about to repeal that Lord over Lady Decree,” Sanaki told the crowds, or rather, give a Fire Lady as much power as a Fire Lord.”
This decree did get repealed by this Fire Lord, and it had been because of Sanaki. In my world, however, it had been because Sanaki was next in line, but for different reasons—Sanaki was a well-loved person who many people thought would be a good Fire Lady. This Sanaki though, was terrifying.
“Naturally,” Sanaki continued, “he would want his power all to himself, and so he killed the Fire Lord so that he could have the power, and moreover, before the decree could be made. Look; even the blind person notices that there are blood specks on his clothes.”
“What,” Razon exclaimed, “no, I didn’t, I—”
“Murder of the Fire Lord,” said Sanaki, since she was basically the figure with all the power in the Fire Nation, “results in death of the murderer. Razon, why did you do this? Don’t leave me alone without you.”
Sanaki’s treacherous words convinced many, but Razon was furious. He had put enough of the pieces together to know that this had been an elaborate scheme set up by Sanaki, and that it had unfortunately worked.
“You are a liar and a treacherous murderer,” he yelled at her, but she simply smiled sweetly and ran her sharp nails gently against his face. The darkness of the council room that the people were in covered her grin to everyone else but Razon.
“Why Razon,” she said aloud, “why would I accuse you, my own beloved husband, of committing such a treacherous crime?”
“Because it was you,” he roared at her, causing the crowds to gasp, “You set this entire thing up, and now want me to be put to death so you can have your power.”
Sanaki gasped.
“He must be losing his mind,” Sanaki warned, “don’t kill him, please.”
The sages bought Sanaki’s story, as it seemed logical. Sanaki kept her plans hidden until they were executed, or unless the person was involved in it.
To cut a long story short, Razon was put to death after 2 weeks in the asylum because, being perfectly sane, he as not about to change his story, and Sanaki ordered the guards to provoke him with this, and this caused him one day to go nuts and attack, and the guards slew him in self-defense. As he was dying, the guards dispersed, per command of Sanaki.
“You were close to throwing me down,” she leered at him. He had been mortally wounded, and even this had been part of Sanaki’s elaborate scheme. Her men had followed her without question—likely out of fear.
“Words cannot describe my loathing for you, Sanaki,” he said, “May the spirits above have mercy on your soul—if you even have one.”
“Clever choice of words,” Sanaki replied, “but that is no matter. What matters, is that I won. There is no spirit world, no connections between it and our world—even the Avatar is at fault here. There is no point in believing something we can’t see or, in my case, feel. There are no spirits, and there is no spirit world.”
Sanaki’s views on the spirit world were thus, but her reasoning was a bit different. However, now with Razon out of the way, Sanaki was now in charge of the Fire Nation, aged 25 years old. I had to keep watching—this would be where history would change had this happened.
~Sanaki~
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