Just getting this Amon identity drabble out of my head.
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He remembered.
He remembered those days long ago, having died amongst his colleagues and their kin with a smile on his lips. He had no children or the like of his own, too busy with work to have even thought of settling down, but such was a decision that he'd made peace with well before his passing. he tried not to think about the vocation of his former life, as when he thought of work he would inevitably think about...Them.
The destroyers...
The defilers...
The breakers of his dreams!
Now now. He didn't need to let such things take away from his happiness. Afterall, he was here in the spirit realm, with his beloved. That was much better to think about, how she had drawn him to this realm simply because she so favored him. Yes he had been one of those that ripped her children from her, but even so he treated them with the reverence they deserved, even going so far as to mourn them when those skiving defilers would crush them underfoot without a second thought! But in their mutual ire, and respect for her works, the two had found peace in this world.
But she has grown ill. As all of the spirits have.
The humans have forgotten the fellowships of old, in their arrogant clamor for power and identity. The benders show a flagrance and disrespect for the powers that gave them this blessing. Those without bending attempt to compensate for their impotence by proving themselves the master of the world. Even the spirits in the human world hide all the deeper in fear that they would face the same fate that nearly befell the Moon spirit. A ghastly thought.
And what of the Avatar? The hope of the two worlds, now mired in the living world like a pig in the mud, ignoring their cries and pleas to bring balance. It is because of this one, who brought power and bending to the humans, that chaos is sewn.
But I told her I would help her. That I would leave her verdant embrace and return to the human world. They have whispered the secrets of power to me, to give and take it. I would use this to strip the bending from the unworthy! And those without it, I shall take the helm of their ilk and make them see their errors! The Avatar was meant to guide the two worlds. I will force them.
With the aid of the spirits, I claw my way to the human world, sunlight nearly blinding. Perhaps a mask will be in order, to help with this harsh sunlight. But that is for another time, while I rake my hands through the soil and smile.
As the Avatar was the one to sew the discord, it seemed appropriate for the Cabbage Man that would reap its harvest.