He is Wan; she is Raava.
He is mortal; she is ageless.
He hates fights; she lives them.
He is naive; she is scarred.
He is curious; she knows all.
He wonders; she informs.
He stops her; she hates him.
He is confused; she stops them.
He lives; she exists.
He listened to voices; she was the voices.
They press on together.
She asks him; he tells her.
She weakens; he is her guard.
She feels pain; he knows why.
She hates mortals; he passes on.
Vaatu is the cause.
Vaatu killed him; Raava will return the gesture.
She prepares the final strike; he begs her to stop.
From surrender Vaatu strikes.
She sees him as she fades.
...
He is Wan and she is Raava,
Together they are balance.
Together they are today,
Yesterday,
And always.
A/N: so... guess who got their heart viciously torn out and broken by 'Beginnings-' that's right, it was MEEE! Anyway, besides dying at the hands of a TV show, I've been fighting a major writer's block on 'Journey of the Heart,' but I have not abandoned it!
So, have a great day and just ignore the sobbing person in the corner who is crying because all the past Avatars were destroyed. Bye!