I get all that I want. Than why don't I have Tsuki's head on a platter?
There are two spirits: ocean and moon. They are opposites. Like black and white, or blood and chocolate. They have hated each other before the first man appeared on earth. And they prove it. They inhabit weak and defenseless mortals, and use their bodies to fight. Blood spills, and maybe, if one is lucky, one of the spirits will fall. They spirit rises up, and drops into another unsuspecting person.
Like me.
My name is Lana. I'm ten. This is my story:
I watched, standing, from the roof of my house, watching interestedly at the bloody battle that took place in the field by my village.
Two women fought, long and hard, until it came down to the last minutes. They lay, scratched and panting, and I watched wide-eyed as the blue-haired woman pulled out a blue and silver dagger and stabbed the white-haired one through the heart.
A piercing scream echoed through the field, reaching all the way to me. She wrenched her head to the side, and stared silently at a small girl huddled at the edge. A white, glowing light rose smoothly out of the woman, and shot toward the girl.
It hit her straight on, and she crumpled. Then I saw the blue-haired one cave in in tiredness, and dropped dead. But not before a soft blue light came out of her, and shot…right toward me.
I scrambled to get away from it, but it filled in me like a white-hot razor. I screamed out, and fell from the house, but there was no one to come to my aide. I'm alone. The last thing I saw before blackness took over was a maniacal face of the blue-haired woman floating in front of me.
My name is Lana. I'm fourteen. This is my life:
I travel the worlds; both spirit and mortal, searching for the woman who was now the foulest woman that ever left the pits of Hell. My power is amazing. It overcomes me, this flowing, splashing control. I lose control myself; the spirit of the sea, Umi, takes over, but I never lost a fight.
I never settled, and I never showed my face in my old village that held so much hate.
I appeared at the doorstep of the Fire Nation, and demanded a contract. Though a woman, I got it. I now work for the Fire Nation, but only if they help me find the cursed Tsuki. If not, then they're dead.
I will not rest until I find her. The hatred that confused me so when I innocent has now over-powered me, and now it isn't just part of me; it is me.
Tsuki, be prepared to die.