Who are you, to walk on these sacred grounds?

Who are you, to breathe the air of the mountain?

Who are you, to taste the water of the river?

Who are you, to feel the earth beneath your feet?

Who are you, to hear the heartbeat of the fire?

Who are you?

You who dares cast thine eyes over the world most beautiful, most terrible.

You who extends thy hand.

Tearing the air out of our lungs.

Twisting the water within our veins.

Defiling the earth cast in our armour.

Reigning over the cold fire of our skies.

Who are you?

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You who dares dip thine toes in the murky waters of balance, and cast it aside.

You who sinks within.

Casting away our freedom with chains.

Breaking our flexibility into uniformity.

Shattering our stubbornness into submission.

Banishing our passion away into aggression.

Who are you?

Who are you?

WHO ARE YOU TO BREAK AWAY FROM ME?

WHO ARE YOU TO TAKE OUR BALANCE,

CAST IT ASIDE,

BREAK IT,

SHATTER IT,

AND BANISH IT,

AS IF IT WAS NOTHING?

WHO ARE YOU TO DECIDE WHAT IS JUST?

WHO ARE YOU TO PLAY GOD?

WHO ARE YOU TO DOOM US?

Our Eternal War kept Light and Dark at bay.

Order and Chaos.

Yin and Yang.

Life is a series of contradictions.

Of opposites.

One who casts a half aside will find the other to be gone as well.

And for one as old as us…

You were terribly foolish.

We will be your downfall.

As you were ours.

Who are you?

Who are we?

We know what we are, but do you?

I think not.

So hear me, hear me now.

Hear me, if it is the last thing you ever do.

Avatar.

Raava.

One Who is Blinded by the Light of the Sun, Will be Lost to Wander in the Dark.