Origins
Prolouge
"What?" asked Iolyn, her gray eyes opening in fear. Her husband, Eto, put a hand on her back gently. The air nomad official nodded solemnly.
"We're taking him. It's part of culture; you know that, Iolyn." he spoke. The baby in Iolyn's arms wriggled, his own gray eyes glistening brightly. Eto looked into Iolyn's emotional gray eyes and spoke to her, sadness creeping into even his face.
"This day had to come. You know that." he turned to the air nomad official, Monk Gyatso.
"May we leave Aang one token from us?" he asked. Gyatso nodded. Iolyn grabbed the new, handmade staff that Eto had made for his son. Gyatso took the staff and the orange-wrapped boy from his own mother. He held the child closer to him as he got on his bison and bounded into the sky back to the decorated Southern Air Temple. As they flew, he looked into the baby's eyes. They shone with anticipation, but also with grief as he left his only family so far. But Gyatso knew that sometime in the future was another family for him. One that couldn't be found anywhere in the world right now. Because when Gyatso looked into Aang's eyes, he saw love and glory and patience. But most importantly, he saw hope.
