There they were, so calm, so peaceful, happily shining bright, not a care in the world. They were so beautiful, majestic even, such beauty was only ever reserved for the most elegant. And with that very elegance they stole my heart, and any who dared try to conquer my feelings toward them, found that their efforts were more than futile.

I cannot ask for their love because it is not a favour, it is a gift. But if I seek to be love, if I seek to become the gift, I will succeed. So to be a pillar of light, a fountain of love, a source of comfort. Embracing them with my heart. Even if I cannot help, the mere act of loving them lightens their burdens, for they find consolation in my concern.

When I follow this path, the love I willingly give will be returned to me. I will become loved without seeking it.

But all of this, every moment I spent loving them, saving them from sickness and disease, starvation, monsters that would corrupt them with the slightest touch. All of this was for nothing, as I could not save them from the despicable evil that took them from me before my very eyes. I'm sorry.

I merely watched as they fell to the ground, as the evil vanished as fast as it came, their lifeless mangled slaughtered bodies falling before my eyes. Warm liquid filled entrails flying across my face.

All I felt was pain, I don't know if it's a terrible pain from my shoulders or the weight of my emotional baggage running wild, but I feel like I'm losing all sense of reality. But I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. As I fall to my knees, I release my pain in one shrieking, hate filled, emotional cry, "MY CABBAGES!"

All that love I once felt replaced with pain, hatred and anger. There is sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another. I understand this, and I want revenge. For what is life but alternate times of light and shadow? When we work out the shadow part in ourself, the times of the shadow are not so dark. From here on I pledge to walk into the storm of revenge and conflict with head bowed and determination to see where it takes me. I will sacrifice everything I know, I love. The dream entices me to give myself away to revenge. As courage is facing a short-term discomfort to gain a long-term peace.

With the determination of my new mindset, I gaze towards my water tribe wife, then my second born son, only two months old. My thoughts now dark and twisted, place a manic grin on my face, as this child will be the down fall of my enemy, this child will exact my revenge, this child will destroy the Avatar, one way or another. Yes this child, "Yakone".