The night was still, only the sound of the waves breaking against the shore. The traitor was dragged by his captors to the water's edge, near the old warehouse. He couldn't see a thing through the sack over his head, but he could smell the salt and feel the mist. The mist where he awaited him.

He felt a jolt as they reached the water. He felt the cold water splash on his feet and soak his clothes. He had no escape. The sack was torn off his head and he blinked in the dim light. He saw a masked face in front of him. A face that he recognized from the posters, but had never seen in person. A mask that belonged to him, the leader of the Equalists. He heard a voice that he had never heard before, but knew it was his. A voice that was muffled by the mask, but filled with threat and anger.

The traitor looked up at the masked man, his eyes wide with fear. "Yan," he said, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean to betray you. I was just... I was desperate."

"Desperate?" Yan repeated, his voice cold and hard. "You were desperate for money? So you sold out your people? Your own family?"

The traitor shook his head. "No," he said. "I would never do that. I was framed. The Republic set me up."

"The Republic?" Yan scoffed. "They have no reason to frame you. You were the one who was selling our secrets to them."

"I swear, it's not true!" the traitor said. "I can prove it to you."

"Prove it?" Yan said. "How?"

"I can prove to you that I'm telling the truth. I can lead you to them. I can show you the evidence." the traitor begged.

Yan slapped him hard across the face, making him whimper.

"Very well," Yan said. "But you will pay for your treachery."

Yan swiftly drew a dagger from his belt and drove it into the traitor's shoulder, making him howl in pain and drop to his knees. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking his shirt and the dirt beneath him.

"That's what you get for crossing me," Yan said, his voice cold and hard. "You're not going anywhere."

He turned his back on the traitor and walked away, leaving him to bleed out on the ground. The traitor watched him go, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. He knew that he had made a fatal mistake.

Yan reached the edge of the water and gazed out at the sea. The moon was full and bright, casting a silver glow on the waves. The sound of the water crashing against the shore filled his ears. Yan breathed deeply and closed his eyes. He could feel the power of the ocean coursing through his veins, awakening something within him.

He opened his eyes and looked back at the traitor. He saw his men standing over him, ready to finish him off. "Take him to the chambers," he ordered them.

The men pulled out their pistols and smacked the traitor in the face with them, making him lose consciousness. They hoisted him up and carried him away, leaving a trail of blood behind them. Yan watched them go, his face expressionless.

He had no pity for the traitor, only contempt. He turned his attention to the sea, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Suddenly, he heard a loud panting behind him. He turned and saw a messenger grunt running towards him, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. The grunt looked exhausted and scared, as if he had just escaped from a dangerous situation.

"Sir, sir," the grunt gasped. "I have a message for you. From CM."

He handed the paper to Yan, who took it and opened it. He read the message quickly, his eyes narrowing.

Yan took the paper and read it quickly. He nodded and smiled. "Good," he said. "But this is only the first phase of our plan. The second phase will start soon. They have passed a new constitution that will guarantee less rights and oppression for the nonbender people. Once we distribute the propaganda, they will have more reasons to join our cause."

He turned to the messenger grunt. "I want you to send a message to the other fronts," he said. "Tell them to start planning a staged incident. We need to provoke the benders into a violent reaction. This will rally the people to our side."

The grunt nodded. "Yes, sir," he said.

Yan turned back to the paper. "The new constitution is a major victory for us," he said. "But it is only the beginning. We must continue to fight for the rights of all non-benders."

He sighed. "It is a long and difficult road ahead," he said. "But I know that we will succeed. We will create a world where all people are equal, regardless of their bending ability."

The grunt stood at attention. "I believe in you, sir," he said.

Yan smiled. "Thank you," he said. "I need all the help I can get."

He gave a quick salute and dashed out of the harbor. His motorcycle roared to life and he zoomed into the darkness, dodging the patrols and checkpoints. He had to make it to the others before it was too late.

Yan watched him go and then turned his gaze to the moon. It was full and bright, casting a silver light over the sea. He felt a surge of emotion in his chest.

He curled his fingers and hissed to himself, "Vengeance for father. Vengeance for what the Republic did to him. They stripped him of his legacy. They will face their doom. They will taste our terror once again."

He turned away from the moon and walked towards the warehouse. He entered the building and saw his loyal followers waiting for him. They greeted him with respect and admiration. He was their leader, their savior, their hero. He was Amon. He walked up to the small stage and addressed them with a confident voice.

"My friends, my brothers and sisters, the time has come. The time to rise up against the benders who have oppressed us for too long. The time to show them that we are not weak, that we are not inferior, that we are not afraid. The time to start the revolution."

He raised his fist in the air and shouted, "We are the Equalists. We will bring balance to this world."

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. They echoed his words and chanted his name. They were ready to follow him into battle, into glory, into history.