Hello, my fans. I'm sorry for not updating one of my many ongoing stories, but this is something that I hold dear to my heart as a writer. This is a ballad that I wrote over a year ago. You see, I had put it on my computer. When my computer crashed, I thought I had lost it forever (The manuscript having vanished some time prior to the crash).

But, today, bit by bit, and piece by piece, the ballad returned to my memory. Even though it was only in part, and a couple of verses were completely missing from my recollection all together, I underwent the trial of transcribing the lost ballad to paper and filling in the missing parts. Though some passages had to be completely rewritten from scratch, I know in my heart that this miraculous rebirth of my dearest work, is a testament to the LORD that shall be sung unto the mountains.

But not today. For as most fans of A:TLA will know, at this point in the series, the Day of Black Sun is fast approaching; and Aang, Sokka, Katara, Appa, Momo, and Toph are waiting in anticipation for the battle that will decide the doom of their time. And when you read my ballad, you will likely see that it fits almost perfectly into this point in the series. Surely, I was meant to share this with you, for the timing is too perfect to be a coincidence.

But enough rambling, I now give you: The Lost Ballad of Timothy John Couillard

One Mile From Here

Come with me brothers, come with me friends,

Let us march onward to the end.

One mile from here lies the battlefield,

It may be hopeless, but we shall not yield.

Barkeeper, I'll need one more glass,

If I'm to face the enemy's wrath.

One mile from here lies the battlefield,

It may be hopeless, but we shall not yield.

Susan, my dear, let us drink and be merry,

For this night may be the last one we share.

One mile from here lies the battlefield,

It may be hopeless, but we shall not yield.

Give me my sword! Give me my spear!

War is nigh, but I have no fear!

One mile from here lies the battlefield,

It may be hopeless, but we shall not yield.

Let them tell tales of our brave exploits,

We'll remembered as heroes stalwart.

One mile from here lies the battlefield,

It may be hopeless, but we shall not yield.

Listen my brothers, listen my friends,

They fought until the dismal, dark end.

One mile from there was the battlefield,

'Twas indeed hopeless, but they did not yield.