Avatar: The Last Airbender: Reemergence

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Leadership. Control. Power.

Those are the traits that Shyalum had and those are the traits needed to succeed. The fortress he was currently hiding himself in, away from the rest of the spirit world, was nothing more than an allusion; an allusion created by him. It wasn't going to help him though. Whatever Shyalum hides in, whatever form he decides to take, it will all end the same. It's unavoidable and it is his punishment for creating something that he doesn't understand and unable to control.

The Yanari: one of his many own personal creations that eventually expanded outwards from their original purpose. They grew, they thrived, and then they were locked away when they became too strong. When one is locked away though, they have time to think, to plan, and when the opportunity presents itself, they're ready to take advantage of it.

Tau had given them the opportunity. Something went wrong though. The portal for the Yanari didn't open properly and it closed after just a few simple minutes; not nearly enough time for the Yanari to escape.

One did though and it was the only one that needed to.

It sat up at the top of the massive throne room that Shyalum had built for himself, its tentacles curling around the many pillars, holding itself up at the ceiling and away from Shyalum's gaze.

Shyalum was used to being safe and it's made him sloppy when he is in the confines of his own home. He wouldn't need to look up.

The lone Yanari knew this however. All it needed was the right moment to strike. Shyalum had the power. Shyalum had control. What would happen however if that fell into something else's hands? Anything would be possible with Shyalum's powers and those powers were what the Yanari needed.

The lone Yanari, with its glowing red eyes, watched Shyalum as he moved below, its gaze following his every move.

It was time the Yanari regained their former strength and it was time for them to return stronger. They had to be in control. That starts now. They had been locked up for far too long.

As Shyalum stopped his movements, standing still below the ancient spirit that he had created so many millennia ago, he had no idea for what was to come next.

With a loud screech that was enough to bring terror into even the strongest of spirits, the lone Yanari shot off of its perch straight at Shyalum. The creator of the spirit world, of everything really, had just enough time to turn and see the dark, ghastly figure flying strait towards him.

It didn't matter though, whether he saw it or not, Shyalum didn't have time to react. There was nothing he could do, and he was barely able to feel the lone Yanari's spirit connect and merge with his own before everything faded to black...

One month later...

Aang shot up in his bed with a sharp gasp as his head throbbed with pain. He cradled his head in his hands, rubbing his temples, trying to get the pain to stop but nothing changed. His head throbbed, and it was a feeling that he had become all too familiar with ever since he had destroyed the Southern Air Temple a little over a month ago. At first, Katara had told him that it was simply him feeling guilty but that couldn't be it. These sharp pains in his head had started about three weeks ago and they had only gotten worst since.

His breathing became ragged as the pain increased and he couldn't help but let out a sudden yelp of pain as his body leaned forward in an automatic reaction.

Suddenly though, all of the pain vanished and he felt the cool, soothing feeling of water on each side of his head. His body instantly relaxed and he fell back onto the bed. After closing his eyes briefly, he looked over to his right to see Katara kneeling beside him, dressed in her white under bindings and giving him a soft, sympathetic smile. He couldn't help but notice the glowing water the floated around her hands and he gave a grateful sigh. He should have known it was her that took the pain away, it was always her, but even she didn't know why the pains were occurring.