In a world where many bend only fire, air, water, or earth, the Avatar masters all four to keep the peace and serve as the bridge between the Spirits and humanity. For thousands of years, one avatar would be born after the other to maintain the bal...
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196 AG...
The early morning sun fell on Kyoshi Island and the statue of its namesake as it had for centuries. It was a sign of another day, and the natives left for work again, using their watches to keep track of time instead of the sun. However, the young man by the statue's base hadn't paid attention to the time. He didn't pay attention to anything, really.
He sat on the grass, hands resting in his lap. He pushed aside the itchy feeling on his legs, along with the buzz of a Satomobile engine and the soft wind breezing by. Remembering his lessons, he focused on his breathing, his state of mind, and his inner self. He kept his aim on being calm as water.
But he was not calm. There was the slightest irritation, the tiniest prick which stopped him from attaining the goal he sought. And the worst part, only he could see it–
She stood atop the empty ocean as her dark hair blew in the wind...
–He squeezed his eyes shut to block out the image. He tried to shift his focus to something else, anything if it kept the woman away. His efforts were fruitless–
... her Water Tribe outfit, once newly made, was torn in several places...
–and a frown cracked his calm façade. "Come on,f" he whispered, pleadingly. "Not again–"
... and though her back faced him, she slowly turned with an expressionless face and dead eyes...
–At last, he opened his eyes and slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Ugh, great," he groaned.
After running a hand through his short dark hair, his gray gaze trailed up the statue of Kyoshi. "There has to be a better way than this," he said, almost pleading at the old Avatar's feet. The stories of her accomplishments, firmly embellished into legend, shrouded him like her shadow. If only she was here to answer him, he thought.
"Meditating again, Mushi?" said a voice unmistakable as a full head of brown hair loomed over.
A startled Mushi jumped and whirled to the stranger. "Sifu Niko, don't do that!" he exclaimed, a hand on his thumping chest.
Keeping his back in a hunched position, Niko shook his head and laughed. "I don't think I had any other choice. You were doing it again. I swear you are too tense sometimes."
"I'm not tense!" Mushi snapped up then relaxed his shoulders, realizing the irony himself.
Holding his hands behind his back, Niko patiently frowned. "Mushi, you've been at this statue all morning. I don't know what has gotten through your head but stressing over it will do you no good. You need to relax."
