Hazanko descended from the lower cabins gingerly. He could barely see the floor beneath him, but could feel sight as far as the wind could carry him. Everything was so clear and tuned. The only time his image was sharp was when there was always little to see. He was great full for it though. He mead his way to the railing were his left hand stretched out towards the water. In a sweeping motion, he bent the water from the side next of the ship and brought up to him. The large ball that had formed before him was still as though glass. Taking his right hand he formed a blazing heat that evaporated the water into mist, but did not leave his hand. As the water became more like air, and the salt trickled towards the water below, he cut the flame and froze the water. Immediately, like wiping the vapor from a glass, the water solidified again this time a deeper blue then the water around him. Still it took it shape as the large ball, and he, smiling, pulled a water pouch from his bag, dropped the water ball inside, closed it and tied it to his side.
Not really worried who saw this distillation process he followed the railing to the bow of the ship. The wind was stronger he, and he wanted to stand and balance himself at the tip. For no particular reason other then the childish feeling of wanting freedom and flying away to reach it. Freedom from his blindness, his past, from his duty, and from her! How he loathed her for toying with him. That he may fail so that she could succeed. “Anyone can be an Avatar,” he mumble, his voice swallowed by the whipping breeze, “it’s merely a choice by the god who rules this world. She chooses the avatar, not fate. All so that balance is met. And with each Avatar…”he paused looking down at clenched fists. Not seeing clenched fists of course, but knowing they were clenched. He didn’t want to finish his statement. It was a harsh reality that he was reminded of every time he awoke to a world of darkness, but that we was speaking it now of his own volition was depressing. “For every Avatar, there is a guardian.” He picked his head up and plopped down at the bow.
Such anger will impede our mission, he told himself, assuming the seating position of a meditating monk, We can not allow that this become our impediment. If you were not deemed worthy of vision, then by her will. But you, above all people are called to guide the Avatar. No one else. They search for her, for you! That when you find her, you will be able to teach her. His mind reverted back to his sack that contained the many scrolls. That is why you found the library, the arboretum, the mausoleum, the cove, and everything they contained. You exist for her His emotions dwindled until they were no longer existent and the elements around him followed suit. The waves became flat and the wind still. You exist for her…