A/N: Another chapter in the point of view of the narrator of Broken Spirit. She does play somewhat of a significant role in this fic, but not so much as a character. She plays a part more as to reveal to the reader how the world feels about what's happening. I think? She does have a personality, though. Just no name as of yet. xD
Also, I forget where I heard the phrase "gray-eyed destiny." But it isn't my phrase; it's an allusion to some poem or something that I read... (is greatly puzzled)
Set Nine: Revival
Part One: Gray
Sometimes I wish the war had never happened. The world would be so different now. There would be peace, four happy Nations, an Avatar leading the world through a Golden Age. But if there was no war, no conflict, then there would be no Avatar, I suppose.
How ironic. The greatest peacemaker in the world was born in the midst of war. It's like everything is strung together in cycles, and that time is not linear but circular. How is an insignificant person such as I to know such things?
This feeling of insignificance does nothing but make me wonder more. It's like the same circular cycle: that something good and new is born from the ashes of its polar opposite. Perhaps that is how the Spirits intended it: that there be a bit of good in everything evil, and likewise, a bit of evil in everything good.
But then again, who is anyone to say what "good" and "evil" are? It's really all in the eye of the beholder, isn't it? So this world is not black and white—it is gray, gray, gray, nothing but gray—
And isn't gray a balance between black and white, just like the Avatar is the balance between the four elements?
So maybe the Spirits instead intended for the world to live moderately, to always take the middle road. How strange.
The world is gray with indecision, as is ever gray-eyed destiny: nothing's for certain, and I don't know where to start looking for truth.