Rain

by Hawkeye116

The war has ended. The Avatar has died, nature weeps at its Spirit's breaking, and rain falls endlessly. And despite that all, it's not the end, but rather the beginning. Complete! Prequel to Broken Spirit. Drabble Series. ZxK, SxS, SxTL

34. Thought

Set Twelve: Passage

Part One: Thought

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For so long have I searched, yet I yield no answers. I can only look for nothing, grasp at wisps of fantasy and chase after things that don't exist. The Avatar? What Avatar? There is no Avatar. And if there is no Avatar, there is no world. If there is no world, then there is nowhere to live, so I might as well not be living. I serve no purpose; the Spirits have no plan for me. They do not care for me. This world is going to die—quite soon. I don't know why I think that, but I just do. I know it.

I have ways of knowing things that should not be known to me—I am searching for answers, and yet I have answers—but I have all the wrong ones. I don't want to be a philosopher, I don't want to be spiritual. I have no desire to commune with the Spirits. I only wish to find and fulfill a purpose, to mean something to the world. It took me so long to realize it, but now I have. This world cannot be saved. There is no one to salvage it. We depend too heavily upon one, and one day, it will all come crashing down around our heads.

My heart weeps for the world, but my eyes stay dry.