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The following transcript reveals a dark and terrible secret behind the history of one of the bending nations. I have transcribed it exactly as it was written by its long forgotten writer and scholar. May this information reach safely beyond the prowling eyes of Wan Shi Tong, in hopes that it can stop war from erupting and bring peace and balance to the world once more. -Kira Moneske 486 ABA Year of the Rat Yang Chong Era Day ~ _______
230 ABA Year of the Pig Pei Zhi Era Day 160 Weeks of tracking and inquiry only to find myself too late once again. Like a midsummer rain 2 seasons behind, I am back to square one with a puddle of blood at my feet, and no sign of struggle anywhere. Sadistically, it’s almost a blessing to have real evidence to observe and feel with my own senses again. Especially after months of blind guessing, shallow leads, and barely any research completed. Yet, what I have recently found only adds another layer of mysticism to the growing stacks of folklore and stories hiding the truth behind these precision killings. The first examination of the body indicates the same form and technique used on previous victims I’ve come across. A more, tangible killing stroke among the multiplicity of deaths I’ve analyzed and observed. First, a pair of knives in the back. Square, 2 inches beneath the shoulder plate, and exactly 8 inches apart. The last, an arrow to the head, and an inch from the center of the 3rd eye. Noting here the shot should have been more precise than that. The assailant must not have had a good enough angle, or perhaps was thrown off at the final moment? Regardless, it still hit its target. An interesting marking, there is a scar on this young man’s neck. I haven’t seen this particular scar, but I’ve seen scar placement on the neck before. Perhaps a coincidence? Checking the hilt of the knives, and the neck of the arrow, I find the only clue to ever give direction and hope with my findings at all. A symbol, which I still have yet to decipher and understand. I have it drawn again here:
while listening to these professional idiots mumble and pry about the crime scene. The surrounding room leaves no other trace of human contact. Their conversation seems to have no answer for this either.A perfect kill. Rei-yan of the Bei Fong family? A clumsy blood relation of the Bei Fong’s. Maybe these Lawfficers aren’t as foolish as I thought? I’m going to attempt a glimpse and see who these men really are. Will continue notes later. Then again. it seems a lot of Earthbending child runaways have either been vanishing or turning up dead. I always do. ____ ____ ____ It seems my escape was not as planned as I would have liked? However thats neither here nor there. There is an obvious answer here. Accordingly. I am now stuck in this poor dead man’s closet for better or worse. The only remaining detail is to see who this was done to Investigation cut short. and flying demons do haunt the moon-lit night of our world . A shame that investigations have no clear procedure. and the tools.No. No tell of any physical presence. Agents of the White Lotus? What are they doing here? What would this secret society want with Rei-yan? What do they have to do with these Night Demons? Just more questions I should already have the answers to. Local authorities arrived and must get out. Interestingly. and Koi tattoos on the other. Must not get ahead of myself. ~~~ 230 ABA . The only two features I could distinguish from the glimpse was a missing hand from one. All that remains are the deed. then what exactly are the forces of which I’m currently dealing with here? If any of the stories are true. If their involvement is deemed necessary. and never truly followed his parents. It seems Rei-yan had been missing from the public eye for some time. Their council continues with more interesting details. these dimwits are suggesting that this man’s identity is none other than. making a mess of things like a nest of mole rats and possum mice. Yet these petty details are dwarfed in comparison to the implications of their presence. how else does a young adult respond to such a family business gamble? Thats aside the point. Enjoying this lovingly cramped space. and as an Observer for Wan Shi Tong I will find my answers. I must pursue this further. It irks me that I don’t know why.
and my people discovered how to push and pull the water by observing the moon. Even more unusual. Mental note: Hide my transportation out of plain sight in the future. But before I can partake. Damn little prick. waiting for the agents to leave before passing out. even becoming a skill that is taken for granted. My back is in wretched pain this morning. Those damn agents must have taken it before they left. but our very cultures. I must return home and regroup.Year of the Pig Pei Zhi Era Day 161 I must have slept in a Boar-q-Pine den last night. And yet. Find my bearings. There are questions that need my immediate attention. But I can’t blame him entirely. and to some. Its only been about 200 hundred years since the avatar emerged into our world. Where is my strength bleeding to? It seems with each passing week. He’s the only remaining family member I have left. a loss of physical drive. Damn! Stupid of me to leave my Ostrich Horse out in front of Rei-yan’s house during the night. The ache and exhaustion from the trek home was so gruesome. it has somehow engrained itself not only within our daily lives. I’m getting sidetracked. Unfortunately. A more pressing issue is this loss of energy. a breakfast of Truth layered with answers. and the . ~~~ 230 ABA Year of the Pig Pei Zhi Era Day 166 I’ve been out of commission for 2 days straight. I haven’t exactly been the best model of pet owners. Chameleon beetles get quite irate if not fed properly. I did however manage to make quite a discovery last night with amount of free time I had. Over the course of the year I’ve noted a slight lack of stamina. and I have enough scars on my neck from his attacks to prove it (this means being extra cautious upon entering my home). As the hand that feeds. Like some vampiric spirit is sucking the life force from my very essence. I don’t understand how I could be feeling this way. Mastery of this skill is essential to taking notes. I must seriously consider the consequences of putting anything or anyone into a small enclosed space in the future. the concept of bending itself. I feel like I’ve been mauled by a Platypus Bear and then hung out as his blanket. He cut me pretty deep after I was out in the field for almost a week and a half. But never has it put me down for two whole days. I wish not to agitate my smaller companion anymore than I have been. my personal health will have to wait. I learned that I can move and utilize my pen without even touching it! I guess there is just enough water in the ink to waterbend with. Curious. Gataka welcomed me as expected with a barrage of fangs and claws on my neckline. Gataka will not be pleased. considering I have not been back to feed him for such an extended amount of time. something takes more and more out of me. how water is found even in the most estranged of places. Maybe I should allow him to contribute on my expeditions? I’ll give this some consideration. My pen is running out of ink and I haven’t been home in over 4 days. My focus.
I had to reinvent Waterbending to work on such a small scale. my meditation session turned into an almost week long exercise of writing with Waterbending. For I assimilated and processed a technique that allows one to write through the art of Waterbending. I wasted quite a bit of my reserve ink in doing so. Of course. I can only do so much with such a limited amount of resources and time. It does not allow for illness or lack of health. The style is much more precise than your average Waterbending forms. The Great Spirits know how long I had my pen stolen from me (a family heirloom and precious item to our family) before finding it in an open air market. shifts. instead of moving through the core of the body. Beware pick pockets. With such a miniscule amount of water. My studies into the macabre and dark tales of these supposed “Demons of the Night”. Using one or two of the fingers from a single hand in a sort of pointing like gesture to make the ovals. The chi flow. as well as take Gataka out into the open world and see how he composes himself. So far. ~~~ 230 ABA Year of the Pig Pei Zhi Era Day 171 Somehow. much like the art. The normal forms. it seems I’ve wasted quite a bit when I have so much work to get done. while the other fingers arch like the legs of a spider-mantis. But alas. with the forearm as the basis for gathering and releasing chi. arms. A secret is waiting to be brought to light. For each motion of the pen. In fact. This immediate need of supplies has presented a good opportunity to test my new skill at Inkbending. It looks like a trip to the ink maker is in order. is required to move through the channels in the hand and fingers. Maybe some meditation and stretching will help extinguish the remainder of this lethargy. seamlessly and without abrupt gestures. I would use up most of my ink leaving almost none for my research. too much Truth to be uncovered for me to take any sane amount of time off. I made the following Haiku to remind me whenever going into a big village or town “Keep yourself hidden. and to maneuver the pen with such detail to create written words on a page demands the most decisive and explicit motions with each finger. and movements one does with the legs. each sweeping movement flows into the next. the bender must switch fingers with each oval shape that is made with the pointing fingers.” _________ _________ ________ . Lets just hope no one in that corrupted.more important subject is the schedule that I have laid out before me. and breathing is all no longer valid. The style for manipulating the pen include interweaving ovals from multiple fingers. However. It might even help return some life into these tired bones. each action is precise. my only setback has been the inability to use both hands interdependently. There is too much at stake. On a separate tangent. but it was worth it. Which. Mentioning time. poverty stricken village (like most other war torn areas of this part of the Earth Kingdom) takes a liking to him and tries to steal him from me. No need for much attention. I am feeling much better today than I was yesterday.
The colors are always the best part. “You don’t get.. but he still returned.” He grabs me by the shirt. I need to get my bearings. The large rolls of paper that line the walls. and yet.” I’m still angry at him. as red as the crown of an octopus crab. but I no want part of you death. Its dustier than I recall though. and disapproves of my expeditions entirely. “You don’t know do you? You have no idea. I through helping you kill yourself! Maybe you lucky. and you. This creates the sensation that one has stepped into a rainbow. I found myself with more questions.. “What you do here? I thought I told you never come back!” “Good to see you too! Glad to know that faithful customers are welcomed accordingly. and is something that cannot be changed. I look up to find Mr. Maybe this time he will actually say something of importance to me. the paleness of you face. lots of problems. and he knows where his loyalty lies. they come after everyone! Now we all in trouble!” The note said only one thing. I like to keep what’s left of family intact. Well if you don’t mind I’d like to pick up my ink so I can leave this filthy dung-hole of a shop you call a business. with colors literally protruding themselves into your space. resting his head where my heart was beating... before Mr. For the Inkbending. with dirt caked both in the corners and on the floor. Lets just hope Mr. disease might stop you from research. do you? You put me in danger! You put everyone in danger!” Mr. I take the bag from him and throw money at his feet. Tare holding a bag in his hand and a scowl on his face.Gataka did well on his first outing. Tare lets go of me and brings out a slip of paper. I call for the owner. Tare is up for a discussion. and suddenly find myself staring at a very angry Mr. I need to get home. say for you eyes only. if you go looking for demons. I told you. “They know. +++ Its nice to return here after such a long time away. Who? What? When? How? 4 of the 6 essential questions were unanswered. His swift embrace was a surprise. the drums and jars of ink that reek of dye which runs thick in the air. And I was neck deep. Tare reveals to me a face that looks like it is holding back tears. and I now find myself unable to even speak or think. Furious with the temper of a firebender.” Problems. I am completely left in the dark. You blood is thinning. but that look he gives me tells me I can’t be. Tare. Face. and you ruin my wishes!” “What does that mean? So suddenly my thirst for the Truth is a disease? That I’m an outcast even among my friends and kin? You’re just a crazy old man who makes ink that nobody wants. Not since the death of my Aunt did we have such contact. for a living!” “Just get me my ink so I can go!” A much longer pause than expected. He wasn’t too keen on what I was doing with my research. That I have no right to be. I am placing my notebook and pen just out of sight behind some small jars so that the noise of the pen and the motions of it will go unnoticed. “What’s this?” “For you! Messenger bring it. His claws ready to snap me in two. He suddenly . It wasn’t the most ideal setting because of the forest that nearly made me lose him. The lack of you energy. They know. Each jar is coated with the color that is stored within. “You no come back anymore.
” “What? Thats not right. However. so I just die now is that it?” Mr. The mystery of this note needed immediate solving. it slowly just take and take until nothing left. “You family. don’t you go and change that!!!” “Well. I didn’t have time to consider those feelings though. no matter what. I was told she died from poison! That one of her contacts suspected her of selling information. not ever. First. You may not be nephew. I know what I say is not something every man want hear. and came after her! I’ve based my whole life around what she did. Uncle. then my research comes first. even if we haven’t answered the one right before us. and will care for you even you never speak to me again. Not since I was a kid had I felt so. ‘Water in droplets is weak. then you get ocean. you was young at time! What you expect!? 10 year old child understand that disease affects whole family? That he life is shortened?” Was he really telling me this? “What are you saying Mr. you get killed by demons of the night from research. “Thanks. She even suspect some spirit that curse family to lose energy. My research. As if the light from the sun was captured and made into ink. where do I even start? My disease.. Lets begin with the facts.. or I die. but you no learn truth any other way. I could feel that he was looking into me through his bending. I might be able to solve more than one question from just one answer. which not only will keep taking my energy from me. Tare. A force more powerful than anything on Earth. make larger. Our relationship has cause us to separate more and more and I may not be right man to say news. Since time is all I seem to have that is running short. I have a note telling me that “they” know. “How dare you! You think I deserve this burden? You think I need this right now? Especially with everything going on!? My research has revealed nothing.. is. Tare!?” Mr. As you Aunt always said. You can go war.grabbed me by the wrist and held his hand around my throat. In the end. you travel world. mixing different colors to create the most beautiful shade of yellowish gold I have ever seen.. is useless. nothing work. and I not get in way of that.‘ This hold true even for us. but you blood is very weak. Us scholars do have it hard don’t we? Always looking to the next question. but I still treat you as such. you always do what you do best. But just know that I care for you. But I always here. Now if my informant had to tell me that . comfortable. and will until you. but will also hinder my ability to do research. prioritize..” _________ _________ ________ So much to process in one evening. You aunt tried every remedy. I sorry that I have to tell you.” I’m just shocked at this point. “Look. You aunt. I gather my belongings and exit. is cursed with a disease that thin blood. Tare brings a jar from a shelf and begins stirring it with his bending. Tare took a seat on a stool. especially from Mr. Where do I even run to? Who exactly am I running from? How much time do I have? What am I to do once I am gone? To whom will I pass our family legacy? How do I tell Wan Shi Tong that I failed to contribute enough information to his library?.. and suddenly I have a disease that is going to kill me sooner if not later! So what. these demon’s are after me now. which has turned on me and left me in the dark with no leads and on the run. “You heart is strong. if you add to it.” I’ve never heard such an outreach of compassion. How she died. Not now.
with fire and flame surround me. In my anger however. papers everywhere. Gataka can sense it too. Gataka leaves me behind to fend for myself. all my other observations and research. Great. two on one and its Earth and Fire against Water. This is because if a spirit or demon had seen him. I feel like . Suddenly dust. that these aren’t spirits or “demons” of the night. an amulet hung on the wall by a single arrow. and fire is just a pain in the ass. A room open on all sides is not a good place for a standoff. They would most likely have found me by now. almost as if to warn me of something. And of course I have no bargaining chip. Its almost like a gust of wind blew through my home and tossed everything around. My notes! Everything else. A feeling just short of panic. The dust subsides and . they must have known I was at Rei Yan’s place. Well. I’ve also been saved more by my whit than my bending but thats aside the point.The same two Lotus Agents from before? I would recognize the missing hand anywhere. then “they” are clearly something we can physically touch. Earthbenders are tough. I managed to find a peculiar object waiting for me to acquire it. meaning they are a group of people. Not surprising. God I hate fighting. my informant would have been massacred immediately. Gataka hissed at one and I can sense another. I hurl ice into the encircling cloud. The words are too descriptive to be recorded. its nothing but a hassle. But this does nothing more than drive me. and my senses have kicked in. thrown about and shredded as if I’ve never been so Enraged! How could someone commit such an act of ignorant destruction? My hand still twitches from the adrenaline running through it. They would have made their strike already. The same symbol that I have seen for so long has made an appearance as a personal gift to remind me of my ailments and diggings. As if I’m not under enough strain. it was over. I’ve stumbled onto something that I’m sure I was not supposed to go digging for. only to be trapped in a tomb of stone. it’s a natural place to get trapped.“they” know. My informant. With the windows and doors blown out. But our home! Tables thrown. the only defense I know that keeps me encircled in water. Before the fight even began. gone! Years of work. And what exactly do they know? That I have been following them? That I like to use fuzzy leaves to wipe instead of dry ones? I’m not sure what Something isn’t right. Yet I swear I heard someone shift behind me. I almost tore my journal from its spine when I slammed it into the wall. Octopus stance it is. Gataka is biting my ear. the dog is out of the yard now. his head is-. I must attempt the fight. at least that is one thing I can deduce. +++ There are definitely two of them. I’m much more the writer than a fighter any day. I feel exhaustion coming. Normally I’d run. No sign of deliberate activity. Something veryOh no. What’s worse is knowing our home is just over this hill. Instant dread and anxiety bring me out of my calm. One thing is for certain. something smells off in the air. but in the state I’m in that’s not happening. fantastic. but am going to work through it. but the tattoos seal the deal. Great. then again so much is strewn about the house that a trail would be impossible to pick up.
do you mean we as in you and the organization? You and your partner? You and your unconscious self? What is-” “ENOUGH! You know of which I speak.” Suddenly the other agent handed a tied up Gataka to the Firebender and ignites a flame beneath him. to know who you are as individuals is impossible. because I have nothing for you.” A flash of anger.” “No. before a calming breath brings my frustration down to a reasonable level. when you say we. . do you know who we represent?” I pause before answering. it seems you’re just gonna have to wonder what that message says. he isn’t here to kill me. They might as well just kill me now and get it over with. Then again. “Tell us everything you know. its my job to know these things. Good.” He picks a sheet of paper up off the floor and scans it with eager eyes. was written for you. pausing before speaking. like an old man too tired out to fulfill the nightly duties to the wife. The Firebender stepped forward while the Earthbender stood in watch. it was quite a nice place before you two showed up and ruined it. its your job to live under lies and hide behind secrets. Must not allow my emotions get the better of me. and emotionless are my only options. I’ve never met either of you in my life. vestigial object. “You know this what not our fault. “What does this message say?” “Your guess is as good as mine. Brandishing a note with strange lettering and symbols to some undecipherable language. booze.” “Well then.” He cocks his head in interest. or whom you are representing is an entirely different matter.” The Earthbender replaces her missing hand with one made of stone. “Do tell. and why you are attacking me in my quiet and organized home.” “This message.” “And like I’m supposed to know what you are looking for?” Breathing got harder as the tomb got tighter. To know who you work for. its my job to know things. who we are.” “Good! Very good. And as you said Mr.a useless.” “If you don’t mind. then that leaves out plenty of unnecessary explanation. cool. “Not the answer I was looking for. calm. by an informouse with the name ‘Tongue’.” His breath reeks of old meat. “The White Lotus Council. Karuk. “Do you know who we are?” “Well thats all a matter of language and meaning.” He stares at me before pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket.” “How do you know my name?” “I’m a White Lotus Agent.” “Well. If I want to get Gataka and I out of this situation. and smoke.” “Oh? And allow an Observer to get the beat on us? I think not. “Or else your friend gets it. I’d like to inquire who the hell you are. is all a matter of language and meaning. and the stone tomb begins to apply pressure. “Maybe if I got your names this might go much better than you intend it to.
” “Kuro! It seems Tongue knew more than we thought. It seems our respective areas of research. No signs of struggle or observable marks on their bodies. The same group that has been blamed for stalking the night. he responds.” Kuro looks at me inquisitively. but its going to involve me being bait. We know that you have been researching the mysterious entities that stalk the night. He was described by a band of nomads as a ‘boy of the wild. For the longest time I’ve been told that there are secrets out there too big for anyone to understand. Usually a small group that had somehow passed away during the night. and Kuro takes it from me to analyze it. you’ve seen that too? Bodies with no markings or signs of an assailant?” Bo-Yan continues. Tongue mentions an arrow that was retrieved from the body of the former Avatar with a strange symbol engraved into the arrowhead. and Kuro looks up at me with a glance that whispered fear. Bo-Yan reads the information from the page. I think we could help each other in our respective objectives.“You know. and any information in regards to the mysterious death of the last Avatar. before I address my new companions. overlap with the multiplicity of deaths that have been popping up more frequently in the past few months. There still remains a stone shackle binding my hands together.” A pause. for a secret society who tries to spread harmony and peace. “Where did you find that?!” “It found me. “There is more. and Gataka is unbound and finds his way back to my side. Our investigation has lead us all over the Earth Kingdom from Ba Sing Se. I bring out the amulet that was hanging on the wall. and this is my associate Bo-Yan. folklore. with a scar that ran up the side of his neck’. its what caused the destruction of my home. “Despite what you may think. the Firebender turns to me. you definitely know how to make a fair bargain. “Wait.” “Kuro?” Turning to me before analyzing the text. I am Sergeant Kuro of the Di Shoh district.” The tomb falls away. there should be a red booklet in the drawer.” ~~~ 230 ABA .” My heart drops in realization of the facts. we aren’t here to hurt you. “If you look into my desk against the wall over there. In fact. The only real knowledge we have managed to obtain is that the next Avatar is in danger. It will help you decipher the message.” I interject. to the Western Air temple. “Excuse me for forgetting the formalities. following shallow leads. “That explains many of the deaths I have come across. Almost like they just stopped breathing in their sleep. “I think I know what we have to do.” My bindings release. “The next Avatar has been found already. and I may have stumbled on one of them. and the deaths that have resulted from those foul creatures. look here.” As the other agent searches for the booklet. and I’ll give you whatever you need. Let him go. seems to also be the reason for the mysterious disappearance of the late Avatar.
He holds himself distinctively. The fire subsides and the dust settles. I can’t tell if my companions need help. Above me in the trees are a few jars filled with water for the ambush. But if they wanted to do this. This guy was sick. and less time and resources are spent in finding the newest Avatar born into the cycle. Another sound. almost distant. pure helplessness. Not that I can give it to them. Fatigue. Wait. normal. gasping for air that just. Why bother killing him off? The Avatar cannot be so easily extinguished. Exhaustion is creeping up on me. A hurricane of fire and dust. This guy had power.these are Airbenders! This explains why there are never any signs of an assailant. Its getting louder. With no thought. The main issue that eludes me is the supposed murder of the Avatar. I’m forced to watch. These guys are good. a body lost at the bottom of the ocean. but all is still eerily quiet. my mind is elsewhere trying to connect the dots. I watch as she chokes.literally seizes the breath from her body. Something sinister is about to take place. but this one is different. His gaze demanding my attention and for some reason I was giving it to him. The look in her eye. I freeze my assailants in place. Must keep blood flow. I’ve been hit by two arrows. For some reason. She looks at me like a fish out of water. The moon makes it easy to bring myself to normal levels. I can’t stand. like a . Must. I look up to find myself face to face with black covered figures outlined in yellow and maroon. Even though I should be anxiously awaiting the arrival of my assailants. he turns to Bo-Yan. Almost like. Kuro has an arrow to the throat. but I can’t hear it. I hate this disease. damn disease. unsure of the aid that I am giving. another figure makes his presence known. Where is that battle taking place? Its shifting now. meditate. and even subjugation. but before he addresses me. the trap is set.I hear a noise off in the distance. almost like the battle is making its way up the pass. these . he takes her and . conquest. or have I lost my hearing? What is going on!? A piercing throb in my legs. I . The cover of night makes it difficult to determine where the sound is coming from. Bo-Yan has been tied up and is dragged in front of me. He looks at me with great intent. but I won’t pass out for now. I see the battle. Pain.Year of the Pig Pei Zhi Era Day 174 +++ Well. suddenly everything is dead silent. especially since the torch gets passed on to the next nation in the cycle birthing a new one. while I prepare for the encounter with this unknown adversary. That is an image that will haunt me. and allowing nations to get away with war. the world has just gone silent. The only reasonable explanation would be to take advantage of the lull period in between avatars. Suddenly. This seems too obvious however. like there is something more . Like the sound of multiple bodies moving in from my east. I still can’t hear what is going on. why not just capture the Avatar before they become a fully realized one and hold them in captivity? The same effect is granted.battle? Some massive army taking up arms against another equally impressive force. Kuro and Bo-Yan wait in hiding. I don’t see anything visible in light of the full moon. I hurl ice and sleet into the chaos. Breaking the jars above me. Bo-Yan and Kuro seem enthralled in battle. The leader turns and surveys me. Looking past my now frozen foes. isn’t there for her somehow. And then my hearing returns with a gust through the trees. Not even the whisp of the trees or the swaying of branches and leaves. but I must try. its coming from the other side of the pass! What is this? Wait. one in each thigh. gasping for air. I find myself surrounded by more covered goons.
” The rustling of the trees turn into horses. I founded the Jian Li. “We like simple things Karuk. He turns to stare right at me. he’s more Shark Ray than human. My skill was so refined. So I’ll give an Observer of Wan Shi Tong something to add to the history books. and death.” “I know I have. not create it!” My head is pounding in frustration.” “So you admit you are crazy?” He ignores me and continues.respected that. like he knows every secret I hide. the great Storm Spirit visited me in my dreams.” “I didn’t come here for compliments. “You’ve come pretty far Karuk. and all feeling is lost.” “Sure you are. I sense a trace of a smile in the eyes. Peace. I can only write.” He begins to circle me at a slow pace. “We are achieving those goals as we speak. doesn’t mean I appreciate them. The first thing you should know. the Airbending Assassins. and help him rule with an iron fist. “And so.” A pause while his back is turned to me. was master of all things. I try to keep a straight and steady face. thousands of them. Its not you who is the one looking down. He told me that the nature of bending only brought war and destruction. You need only to understand that you have become quite a thorn in our side. How do you know my name?” “It is none of your concern. But just like I “respect” my Aunt’s terrible decisions in life. pain. When I was a little boy. And suddenly. our destiny is divine in nature and written by the will of the spirits. And I’m secretly recording everything you are saying to me. water is flung from the ice but I’m stopped.” We stare each other for a few moments. I’ve only got one shot at this. thundering in the middle of a valley. its gone.” “What!? You are insane! You can’t just kill the Avatar! By what right do you have to change the purpose of the Avatar!? The Avatar is supposed to sustain peace. He reeked of misery. So I was blessed by the Storm Spirit with the task of guiding this Avatar into this world. making us worry about every step we took. Right through me. and started the hunt for the Avatar. . “Peace. and raised by our hand. I can tell he is smiling. If we must trade a passive Avatar for everlasting peace. The physical exhaustion isn’t helping. and suddenly I find myself with knives in both arms. Soundbending huh? Those sneaky mole rats. I came for answers. is the heaviest of all costs. What is it you want?” “You should watch your tongue. was just an abuser of power. you are quite good at what you do. “He told me of a world where peace reigned and the Avatar. using every precaution with each kill. and that only through the avatar could peace be enforced. bending on any other scale is impossible. I remember him touching my head and when I awoke. so be it. Nothing more from the world than those three basic things. control. born an Airbender.” “And how do you suppose you’ll achieve that?” From the way this guy circles me. that I even learned to control the very sound that fills the air. my abilities grew tenfold. This guy. My arms raise. and obedience. Our mission will be complete by killing each new Avatar until an Airbender is born. “You amuse me Karuk.
And must hope that our sacrifices will be acknowledged in time. Wish I knew how it worked. it seems this is one story that might never be told to the world. no. But we each are stepping stones towards enlightenment. there is still something hidden under the veil. and there is nothing that you can do to stop it. his final orders to fly this journal and a letter to Mr. We only want what’s best for everyone. Only in Truth of Self can Freedom be found. Return this truth to Wan Shi Tong. Of course. I whistle for Gataka. but I won’t be there to share it. Tare. A shame that even in light of death the Truth remains ever elusive. Only he can keep such secrets safe.” The blood loss makes it hard to function.“You made quite the valiant effort.wait. she. Karuk ~~~ Legend ABA=After the Birth of the Avatar .” With that. We will keep turning the cylce. She was masking her voice using Soundbending. The Note: Mr. “Go throw yourself off a cliff. even when all the questions are answered. and wait for those who are deemed worthy. -Your Nephew. I know we had a rough relationship. he turns and walks away . but if you get this it means that all my questions were answered. Tare. but it is a lost cause. I leave this responsibility to you. The movements of the hips are far too feminine. Clever girl. Unfortunately. I think this is it. and we will have our Airbender. The world needs changing.
Zhi Yuan (氜氜. "Peace of Emperor Yao") . "Immersed in brightness") 11. Water.Centennial/Zodiac calender: (Each Era is seperated by the birth of a new avatar. "Flourishing loyalty") 10. Earth and Fire. Yao Ping (氜氜. starting with Air. "Honest and exalted") 3. It follows the Avatar cycle. Yi Wen (氜氜. Jiong Yu (氜氜. Yun Zhen (氜氜. "Shining virtue") 9.) 1. Ri Wu (氜氜. "Superior military") 2. Kun De (氜氜. "Bright abundance") 5. "Cultivate rule") 8. "Great prosperity") 6. "Foundation and origin") 4. and the eras cycle through each other in time. Pei Zhi (氜氜. Ri Long (氜隆. Chun Tai (氜氜. Ru Ming (氜氜. "Overflowing culture") 7.
Zhuo Guang (氜氜 "Brilliant light") The Zodiac calender which follows as such in order: 1. Zhang Shun (氜氜.12. Dog 12. Snake 7. Yang Chong (氜氜. "Clouded peace") 14. Dragon 6. Horse 8. Rabbit 5. Pig Cross breaks( +++ ): Inkbending section . Fen An (氜氜. Ram 9. Rooster 11. Yuan Zheng (氜氜. "Bastion of righteousness") 16. Rat 2. Tiger 4. "Smooth as the Zhang River") 15. "Burning honor") 13. Ox 3. Monkey 10.
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