The Black Cauldron
Legend has it, in the mystic land of Prydain, there was once a king so cruel and so evil, that even the Gods feared him. Since no prison could hold him, he was thrown alive into a crucible of molten iron. There his demonic spirit was captured in the form of a great, black cauldron. For uncounted centuries, the black cauldron lay hidden, waiting, while evil men searched for it, knowing whoever possessed it would have the power to resurrect an army of deathless warriors… and with them, rule the world.
Sokka, when you first arrived, you were so unsure. You even seemed down on yourself. But I saw something in you right away. I saw a heart as strong as a lion turtle, and twice as big. And as we trained, it wasn’t your skills that impressed me. No it certainly wasn’t your skills.You showed something beyond that: creativity, versatility, intelligence. These are the traits that define a great swordsman. And these are the traits that define you. You told me that you didn’t know if you were worthy, but I believe you to be more worthy than any man I have ever trained.
happy birthday yun!