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Prologue
My favorite character is Wan. I keep checking for more Wan stories or updates to the Wan stories that i'm following, but no such luck. I sit at the edge of my seat when i watch new episodes of The Legend of Korra, hoping for Wan or Raava to make an appearance.
If you're a big fan of Wan like i am, i hope you'll enjoy the story. ~ T.
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"I'm sorry Raava," Wan wheezed as he clutched his side. We were surrounded by dead bodies of friends and enemies. benders and non benders. The only human left alive to witness the destruction caused by their hatred and greed was Wan." I couldn't keep my promise. I couldn't keep the world in balance."
We were the same person now, our spirits had forever bonded during our fight with Vaatu, which had happened over three hundred years ago. Wan had changed a lot during that time: his brown hair turned grey. His bones weakened, making it sometimes painful for him to control the earth and fire elements. Curved lines caused by too much smiling had permenantly made thier home above his cheeks and beneath his eyes. He looked at the world with wisdom, no longer with the innocent curiosity of a young adult, one that liked to pepper me with questions. But the biggest change of all was his voice. A person could hear his age, gentleness, and desperation for peace with every word he spoke.
Yes, my Wan had aged into an old man, and now we had reached the end of our time together. As i worried about the wound bleeding through his armor, Wan continued to worry about the fate of the world and his promise to me.
The one thing the years tried to change, but never succeeded in changing was Wan. Through all the pain and lies, he still had faith in humanity. He still had a good heart.
I wished i had arms to hug him with.
Wan closed his eyes and smiled as a strong memory came to life. One he willed on his own, or one i wished to revisit again? I'm not sure.
Together, Wan and i basked in the wamrth and light of our memory, temporarily guiding us away from the battlefield and Wan's eventual death. . .
