An eleven-year-old Avatar Yangchen meets a new past Avatar and travels to the Spirit World for the first time in the first official preview from Chronicles of the Avatar: The Dawn of Yangchen
With the highly anticipated first Avatar Yangchen novel by The Rise and Shadow of Kyoshi author F. C. Yee due to hit shelves in under two months, we have our first official preview from the prologue: Voices of the Past; and Chapter One: The First Step, courtesy of Gizmodo!
In it, a young Yangchen is an uncontrolled conduit reliving past Avatarsā experiences both good and bad, including a new named past life: Avatar Gun, whose tragic memories of a haunting failure send her into a feverish state.
Youāll learn more about Avatar Gun in the preview, but with them we now know of ten named Avatars:
Wan (fire) ā¦
Gun (unknown element) ā¦
Salai (unknown element) ā¦
Szeto (fire)
Yangchen (air)
Kuruk (water)
Kyoshi (earth)
Roku (fire)
Aang (air)
Korra (water)
Man, this franchise is so cool. Note that we donāt actually know the order Gun and Salai are in.
We also learn the names of five past Avatarsā team members: Jetsun (Yangchenās older sister, featured in the preview and the POV of the prologue!), Mesose (Gunās companion), Angilirq, Praew, and Yotogawa, as well as the name of the Earth King who died about ~300 years before Yangchenās time (so about ~850 years before ATLA and about ~920 years before TLOK, wow!): Earth King Zhoulai.
With all that lore setting the tone, we then follow Yangchenās first journey into the Spirit World at age 11, at a stone circle above the Western Air Temple similar to the one at the Eastern Air Temple where Yangchenās future life, Korra, enters the Spirit World for the first time centuries later!
Without further ado, you can read the full preview here:
Voices of the Past
Jetsun paced down the hallway, trying to stay ahead of the screams.
The high ceilings of the Western Air Temple tended to make echoes of whispers and explosions of dropped teacups. Though the girl was back in the infirmary being watched by the elders, her cries of pain sprang from every surface, bouncing off the hard stone.
Jetsun couldnāt take it anymore and broke into a full run. Ignoring decorum, she sped past her sisters, ruffling robes, upsetting inkpots, prematurely ruining colorful sand paintings that were meant to be ruined only once they were finished. No one scolded her or gave her sharp looks in passing. They understood.
When she ran out of floor she jumped. The upside-down construction of the temple meant that despite its overall size, there was very little space to stand on, nothing connecting the spires but thin air and a three-thousand-foot drop. She didnāt have her glider. Eminently dangerous, but she could make the leap without it.
Air at her back and air against her robes gave her enough loft to land on the next tower, the one containing the Great Library. Tsering, chief caretaker of the books, waited in front of the tall shelves. The older womanās kind eyes were edged with worry. āI saw you coming. Is it happening again?ā
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