AKASHA - Aang

Hei Bei

"Those clouds look so soft," Aang and I are sitting lazily atop Appa's head, a twig in his mouth me just enjoying the view. Sokkas carving something with an uninterested look on his face, Katara lying on her stomach, popped up on her elbows, staring dreamingly over the rim of Appa's saddle, and Momo sleeping on the luggage. "don't they? Like you could just jump down and you'd land in a big, soft, cottony heap?"

Sokka turns to Katara; mockingly with a smile. "Maybe you should give it a try."

She looks at Sokka with annoyance; sarcastically as she looks away from him. "You're hilarious."

"I'll try it!"

"Wait-" But before I can tell Aang it's just water he's carrying his staff, Aang jumps off Appa with a big smile on his face. He falls down spreadeagled, laughing joyously. "Yeah!"

Katara and Sokka pop their heads over the rim, looking down in the direction Aang went while I went to look over the side of Appas head. He vanishes into a cloud making me and Katara look somewhat worried, while Sokka gazes wide-eyed at the point where Aang vanished.

When we lean over to search the sky, Aang comes back up from behind them on his glider. Me and the siblings turn around as we hear the snapping noise of Aang's glider being closed, and we watch how the Airbender plops down on the saddle, his legs spread apart and a big smile on his face.

"Turns out, clouds are made of water." He says a little disappointed.

He breaths in deeply and slams his balled, right fist against his stretched left hand, creating an expanding air ball around him in the process, drying himself off. As Aang leans back to rest on both his hands, he contently looks at Momo, whose fur got all fluffed by Aang's airbending.

"Hey, what is that?" Katara says as something else beyond the horizon catches her attention.

Sokka looks over his right shoulder in the direction Katara is looking as well. Katara gets up and walks to the front of Appa's saddle. Out in front of us, a large, dark patch of burned land standing out among the lush green of the forest.

"It's like a scar ..." Sokka says with sadness in his voice

"Listen." Sokka says as we dismount off Appa. "It's so quiet. There's no life anywhere."

"Aang? Kirro? Are you okay?" Katara says worried because we are being so quiet.

Sokka noticing footprints; angrily says. "Fire Nation! Those evil savages make me sick! They have no respect for -"

"Shhh!"

"What? I'm not allowed to be angry?" Sokka whispers angrily at his sister.

Katara points to Aang and I with a somewhat concerned look on her face as Aang is slumped over, downcast at the sight. While I try to comfort him

Aang kneels down and sighs. He picks up some ash as it slowly seeps through his hand and drops to the ground; sadly. "Why would anyone do this? How could I let this happen?"

"Aang, you didn't let this happen. It has nothing to do with you." I say rubbing his back.

"Yes, it does. It's the Avatar's job to protect nature. But I don't know how to do my job." he says sadly

Katara starts to say "That's why we're going to the North Pole." She smiles softly. "To find you a teacher."

"Yeah. A waterbending teacher. But there's no one who can teach me how to be the Avatar. Monk Gyatso said that Avatar Roku would help me."

"The Avatar before you? He died over a hundred years ago; how are you supposed to talk to him?" Sokka says asking the question we've been wondering ourselves.