Cinders, crackling against a blood charred sky. Ash, sifting against a war tarnished earth. Air, hefted with the coppery taste and scent of spilt blood. Water, run red with blood and black with soot. The land, if the Spirits had been there, would have wept. Steel and wood fashioned into instruments of destruction were plunged into the earth's side; letting no blood from it, but a great deal of pain all the same. Though, the Spirits needn't weep at the site. The sole remaining human, sprawled feebly against a half buried Earth Kingdom disc, silently reflected upon the site around him.
Wan, the Fire of a New World, the Avatar, the Bridge Between Two Worlds; His fire was but a smolder now, his face sapped of color and skin wrinkled beyond his years. The wind that filled his lungs drew cold, listless, and dull as he closed his eyes to the world he brought about. The number of wars he intervened... Countless. The number of wars he could not stop... Endless. From his shambled vision, he could see the blood red heavens above him; reminding him only of the twisted shadow he faced when he was young.
That darkness... Vaatu... If he had tears left to shed, his eyes would have run a river at that moment. But water, at least within this lifetime, was outside his world. His world now was this lone battlefield... Though he was not alone within these moments. His final moments, he spoke softly to the copper scented air about him. "I'm sorry, Raava..." His through, dry as the desert, struggled on such simply spoken words.
The armor adorned upon his limp form strained his breaths and pushed dully against his aching ribs. He cringed a moment, seizing himself upward and calming himself physically against the great deal of pain such small actions now brought him. "...I failed to bring peace. Even with Vaatu locked away..." Cinders, ash, copper, soot. "...Darkness still surrounds humanity..."
Wan's eyes, if only for this final look at the world he both created and fought against, opened to a dismal look about them. Yet, still within them held the ideal of hope he sought for all his years. The one thing Vaatu's darkness could never snuff out from him. "There wasn't enough time..." If only for this final moment in the world he both created and fought against, sound faded into sweet silence, except for the warming, docile tone that came from deep within his own body.
"Don't worry... We will be together for all of your lifetimes..." Raava... Wan, if only for this final moment, sound, sight, feeling, all lifted from him and gave him peace. "...And we will never give up..." The Spirit of Light, once bitter towards the simple human, spoke to him as an equal within that moment... A moment filled with a sorrow laden voice.
From Wan's lips, along with the escape of his final breathe up to the world came with it the glistening shimmer of Raava's own spirit. With each twinkle and spreading, outstretching light from her form that drifted out of Wan, more of Wan's own living color grew more shallow and dreary. Raava, the Light Spirit and Spirit of the Avatar looked back upon her first true ally laying at peace against the blood soaked field of iron and flame.