He forced her to her knees before him, forced her to lift her eyes to meet his empty, black gaze. She fought as his thumb moved with mocking gentleness to settle at her brow, but it was all in vain. He pronounced judgment upon her without delay.
"Farewell, Avatar".
A flowing stream froze over and shattered.
Poison claimed the fertile soil, rotting to the core.
The proud flame spluttered, choked and died.
She was left to stand, to cower, and to tremble before the darkness that encompassed her whole. She was lost.
And then the Wind whispered in her ear.