Koudo, the land of earth. A beautiful place covered in grass and majestic mountains. Nathul looks over it, a dreamy smile on his face, "The most beautiful place I have ever seen."

He thought to himself. To his left is a stone, in the shape of a throne. The gray of the stone and the red earth combine to make a deep amber, the same color as his eyes. To his right is a grassy knoll covered in plush grass, the greenest he has ever seen.

A clear sweet smelling breeze wraps around him sending his cloak flapping. He lets it lift his thoughts and shuts his eyes, allowing happiness to flow all around him. This was the happiest he has ever been, at least before. Before he was a monk he was just a young boy.

A child of the Steward of Kaze, born into great wealth and always taught to be kind. He often played games with his brothers and sisters. Games of Leapfrog and Windball. A single tear comes to his eye and he wipes it with his strong forearm.

He travels down the grassy slope and comes upon a small village. He walks through the bustling crowds and past the shouting merchants. People stare at him, they know who he is but they do not know why he is there.

He stands in the middle of the square, letting people by and looks up into the sun. Another smile comes to his face and he sighs a long loud sigh.

"It's good to be…" Then suddenly a fist strikes him in the chest sending him sprawling on the stone walkway, and the sound of feet running echoes in his ears. He stands weakly to see a group of young boys running laughing.

His eyes turn a deep brown and he stomps the ground, sending a fissure which throws the boys up and landing with a loud thud. His fists ball up and he rushes toward the limp figures.

He grabs one by the collar and pulls him up, his eyes squint. "Why did you do that?" Before the boy could answer a sharp pain shoots through Nathul's head. He faints, but before he loses his sight entirely he sees a figure bend down and smirk.

Then everything disappears. He wakes up, apparently several hours later, because through the frosted window he can see the orange and purple of sunset. The last remaining rays of sunlight escape through a crack and shines on his face, then fades.

"You've always enjoyed the sunlight, haven't you?" Nathul looks up to see a figure, tall and covered in black fabric which wraps around his chest, neck, and the bottom half of his mouth.

The bright blue eyes stare at him through the black hair hanging down and the dark black eyebrows arch downward. "Whoever he is," Nathul thinks, "He doesn't seem to like me." The figure walks closer and one eyebrow raises, "You don't recognize me?"

He laughs, and stops abruptly, "You've never had a good memory….brother." Nathul's eyes widen and his mouth falls open, "Nasu? Is that you, brother?" Nasu nods and pulls the fabric from his face.

Tears fill Nathul's eyes as he sees his brother's face. A single scar lies on his left eye and the bottom of his face is red and leathery. He smiles. "You never expected me to survive the fire, did you?"

"The entire kingdom of Kaze lies in ruins. I thought I was the only one that survived, but apparently I was wrong. That's the reason I went to the monastery, to escape the grief of a lost family."

Nasu walks to the wall to the right of Nathul and scoffs mockingly he speaks, "To escape the grief of a lost family. How weak." Nasu turns toward him, "You've always been weak big brother."

"I've been weak? Having emotions is weak?" Nasu looks back at him and sneers, "Be quiet!" He throws his hand forward sending Nathul flying into a wall with a loud thud.

A sharp pain fills Nathul's body, especially his heart. The pain of an angry brother sends a knife through his soul.

His hand still out, Nasu walks toward the hurt figure of his brother, "You really need to learn one thing. The only emotion needed in this world is anger. Hatred must be your master."

Nathul's eyes fill with tears, "What's happened to you Nasu? You used to love the world. You loved the elements and longed to learn the ways of the Monks. Now the only thing you seem to care about is anger."

A deep mysterious voice suddenly shows itself, "Your brother has learned the only way." A tall burly figure walks out of the shadow and into the light, "The way of hatred." Nathul's eyes widen yet again, "Sen?" "Yes, friend, it is I. Sen."