Joseph bowed his head as he walked along a silver path that lead to a white crystal at the back of the round hall; more men watched him and Echo from either side of the path, dressed in white robes. In front of the crystal stood Kildar; “Joseph!” he called, opening his arms and grinning. “I hope your stay here has been fruitful, and that our friends have been helpful.”
He was about to reciprocate the welcome, but Raban interrupted yet again, “there is no time for idle conversation, we need him to leave.” He stopped a few feet in front of Kildar, folding his arms and glaring at him restlessly.
“What’s the hurry, Raban?” Kildar questioned, seeming desperate to keep Joseph.
“Mauro is already on watch because you sparked the idea that this boy is our creator,” Raban vocally emphasised the latter, making Kildar and the other air benders shuffle painfully.
Kildar tensed for a moment. “Raban, we are men of peace – we do not have great power like you, Mauro and Daren. Please, let us have our beliefs.” He pleaded.
“He is only a boy!” Raban roared, startling Kildar and scaring Joseph. He quickly recollected himself, "You may have your beliefs, but do not pile them on Joseph.”
Kildar nodded, “Of course.” He stepped aside, allowing a clear path for Joseph and Echo.
Raban turned to the boy and placed his hands on his shoulders. Joseph looked up at him, “Will I be able to return?” he questioned.
The man shrugged his shoulders, “I do not know if it is possible.” Joseph lowered his head, “But if it is, you are more than welcome.” He smiled, and guided him towards the crystal.
As Joseph neared the white orb, the dim glow increased in brightness. He stepped onto a low platform, raising an arm to figure out how to get back. He touched the crystal and a black hole appeared.
Joseph looked back at the bewildered benders. He smiled, and then stared into the crystal again. He swiftly moved forward, the light around his vision engulfed in darkness, until there was nothing.
