The End of What Never Began
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The wind blew ruthlessly kicking the dirt and dust forcefully into the air. The trees leaned and groaned under the pressure of the wind. Dead branches began to fall to the dry earthen ground. No rain had fallen here for ages, and it showed. The ground was cracked as far as the eye could see. The trees were withering with every painful scorching second of the day. Soon, nothing would be left.
That is how everything is now.
This place describes what dwells within my blackened soul. That is why I chose this hell as a symbol of my life.
She and I were so much alike, yet unfortunately so different.
I slowly walked over to the most withered tree in the area. It looked as if it would fall apart any second. I knew how it felt.
I knelt beneath it onto the newly upturned earth that lay beneath my feet. At the foot of the tree sat a grave that was carved from the finest marble in the world. The edges were so perfectly rounded. The letters were deeply etched into the surface as to surpass the wearing of the ages to come.
In a sense it was... flawless.
The way I wish that my life would have been. The way that I wish I could have made her life as well. It was too late though. Her soul no longer existed in this world. Her soul probably did not even exist in the next world. She seemed to have been too evil.
I reached out my hand and lay it on top of the tombstone, caressing its fine qualities. Fine qualities that she nor I had ever possessed.
In the middle of the tombstone were the letters so perfectly etched, that I could see the print almost perfectly within this dust storm.
Princess Azula
Beloved Daughter and Servant of the Fire Nation
Killed by a Traitor
Died Like a Noble
It is strange isn't it? How I am to be considered a traitor and she a noble when it was she that was trying to kill me. It seems as if the definition of traitor has changed significantly from what I have come to understand of it.
I never hated you. In fact I loved you as the sister that you should have been, but never were. I loved you as the brother I was, but you never saw. Blindly you sought power and skill over love and blood. I wanted to be like the older brother in all of the stories that we heard as we grew up together. As the brother who could protect you no matter what would have gotten in my way. Though this time it was quite the opposite.
I could not protect you from myself.
I killed you with my own two hands. You left me no choice. It was not out of hatred or rage or jealousy. It was out of love. You could not control yourself and sadly it was I who had to end the corrupted life that you lived. Could you have changed? Maybe. However, I shall never know. I regret what I have done, but at the same time I am relieved.
No longer can you stand in my way as the pawn that Father had chosen you as. Now I am free to confront him without any disturbances. Now I am free to avenge you and that wretched life that he molded and lay out before you.
I know you hate me. It was only because you never got to know me as a brother. You only got to know me as a traitor and an outcast that everyone portrayed me as. However, I will not loose hope and I will not give up. For no matter how much you may hate me and curse me and try to deny me, I will never turn my back on you.
Why?
Because you hated something that had never existed.
Author's Note: I hope this isn't too confusing for you. It really does have a very powerful message behind it. I don't want to tell you what it is though. I want you to figure it out. It's actually described in the story. But was it just me... or did it seem somewhat poetic?
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