Well here it is; the last chapter of this fanfic. This will be my first official fanfic to have been completed. It was one hell of a long journey (relatively), but now it's over.

Suki had returned to Kyoshi Island with Sokka, and the rest of the Crythanian migrants. They were greeted by the villagers, who were glad that Suki was safe and sound. Unfortunately, the hard part had just begun.

Suki spent much of the evening explaining to her parents about the marriage. While they wished that she would have told them first, they trusted her judgment well enough not to be really angry at her. Besides, Sokka had helped save their village back when he and the avatar first came here, and he was far more capable now than he was back then.

With that out of the way, she had to convince the village elder to let the Crythanians join their society. Keranyon was elected to be the representative of the group, and it was he who helped Suki plead his case to the elder.

The elder listened patiently to their explanation and request. He told the Crythanians that they would have to work hard, and that they would have to learn to fight like standard sword wielding warriors. The Crythanians accepted this, and formally pledged their allegiance to the village elder. In a display of utter loyalty, the migrants then turned towards the statue of Kyoshi, and prayed a traditional prayer of reverence that Suki had taught them.

The villagers were moved by the display of respect that the Crythanians had shown to their patroness. That night, there was a small feast to celebrate the end of the war, and to welcome the newcomers to Kyoshi Island society.

Suki slept well that night, lying beside Sokka, the man who would spend the rest of his life with her. However, fate still had one last encounter in store for the young warrior.

Suki found herself within the spirit realm, much where Aang had been brought to, back when his life was in danger during the battle of the lake. Suki turned around, and saw Patroclus and Tormakir standing there in front of her.

"It's nice to see you again, Suki." Patroclus greeted.

Suki rushed forth and gave him a hug. She was glad that he had kept his promise to never truly abandon her. If it wasn't for him, things would have turned out differently for everyone.

"It's nice to see you again too, Patroclus." She replied happily.

Patroclus offered up a smile and said, "Soon I must go to meet my ancestors, but not before a certain someone has something to say."

Tormakir then stepped forward, and told her, "There is something that I shall convey to you, but first, you must swear never to tell anyone else about this, with the exception that you are to pass it on to your descendants."

"I swear." Suki replied.

"Very well then." Tormakir stated. "I have discovered the method by which the Godslayer's essence inhabits the body of the avatar. It is binding the souls of his previous incarnations with a new one every time a new generation of avatar is born."

"We know." Suki confirmed.

"Ah, but there is more." Tormakir countered. "He is getting stronger with each generation. If the avatar cycle continues unabated, I calculate that the avatar will reach a height of power so great, that he will soon achieve the one thing that no other mortal has ever done."

"And what is that?" Suki asked.

"He shall become much like us, like an ancient." Tormakir said in dramatic tone.

"That's very interesting indeed." Suki stated. "But why tell me?"

Patroclus answered, "Because I can vouch for your trustworthiness. You and your descendants now have a new mission. You must observe the developments of the avatar, and make sure that his ascendance does not corrupt him."

"Indeed." Tormakir added. "If he does not take care, that power can consume him. I trust in you, and in the next generation of Kyoshi warriors, to stand watch over the avatar's development."

Patroclus then turned to Suki, "And now, I must take my final leave. I shall still watch over you, so fear not. Take good care of yourself, and don't forget that true friends will always be there for you."

Suki nodded, and bade him farewell. Patroclus' spirit departed, fading into the Aether. Tormakir then turned to Suki.

"It is time for you to return to your physical body. Expect to be seeing me again. Oh, and after you go, please remember to tell Aang that he is free to ask us for bending lessons at any time. Roku says that he still has a lot to learn. The 4 element ancients are there to help."

"I will." Suki replied.

Tormakir gave a flick of his wrist, and Suki disappeared back into her normal body. Tormakir then peered through the fabric of the spirit realm, and watched Aang and Malu as they and the other air benders began repairing the western air temple.

"Soon, very soon, we shall meet again, young avatar." Tormakir vowed. "But when that time comes, things shall be very different. One day, you shall perhaps be welcomed into our ranks, both as kin, and as our brethren."

Tormakir then dismissed the vision, and conjured up a portal. He stepped through it, leaving this region of the spirit world, returning it back to its state of serene peace and silence.

And that end it all. I would like to thank those who've read this fic, and especially those who have reviewed.

Please note, there will be a sequel. I might start on it once I wrap up my other fics (which sadly, have been neglected)

So stay tuned.