Book of Lightning part I
No one dared to approach the fire lord's throne. The flames had gone out, causing the room to be engulfed in a deathly darkness. The figure that sat at the throne was the fire lord, Ozai. As near as anyone could tell, he was dead. Ozai wasn't the kind to make jokes like this. His war council, sitting next to a map of the world, had just witnessed the worst tragedy in recent memory. Ozai had begun spluttering and coughing, shortly after taking a sip of tea. Poison. Of that there was no doubt, but who could have done it? There was no shortage of power-hungry generals, the war council thought as they eyed each other. Each one of them could have done it. They were the Fire Lord's most trusted, yet clearly, one of them was not the most loyal. No-one dared move, lest they be marked down as the traitor. Finally, after a few minutes of side-glances by the councillors and shocked stars of the guard wondering what to do next, someone spoke. "Who is to be the next Fire Lord?...