#staysane

A gust of wind swept over the ground below as something took to the skies…

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Art for Chapter 1 of my fic "When two worlds collide". His hair was surprising easy to do from the back, I only had to redo it 20 times. Jk. But I wish I made that chapter longer now smh. It took me 2 days..or maybe a day and a half.

The crispy chip

The sad Dad

Goggles

Muscles

Robocop

Or will it be…

Was some how brought back to this.

And I remembered weeping and aching so badly after this part.

The lyrics to the song, Iroh sangs have always hit me hard.

Because of the way I interpreted it.

Leaves from the vine

(Children of families)

Falling so slow

(Dropping dead)

Like fragile tiny shells

(the Armour worn to protect them)

Drifting in the foam

(Are discarded to the sea)

Little soldier boy

(the teenagers that were send)

Come marching home

(Returns as bodies)

Brave soldier boy

(The Soldiers that Survives)

Comes marching home

(Returns as Broken, but home none the less)

This was how I interpreted it. It wasn't just about Iroh losing his son. It was about him losing a Comrade, losing a fellow Soldier too.

Imagine, arriving at a war zone, with Bodies littered, comrades All laying around. All that were once healthy young teens. Thousands millions all fallen.

Then by the shores, (Because Fire Nation are on islands and need to to travel to Mainland), their armoured stripped or still attached, floating and wash ashore. Like shells, that was meant to protect the innards of the clam, broken, unwanted and wash 'clean'.

Those that died, were all somebody's kid. They were their boy, their little boy. Yet, the came home, only as memories.

Those that survived, they came back alive, but dead inside. To be call Brave and all, was not to compliement them, but to encourage them, to brave on, and continue living with the hell they went through.

I wrote a Chinese version, while thinking about it.

叶随着风，

片片飘落。

像脆弱的贝壳，

漂浮在水中。

小小军子下，

快回乡吧。

勇敢君子上，

别回想了。