His Forgotten Past

I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. All rights belong to Nickelodeon. This is a tragic yet romantic story focusing around Aang's life, after he receives severe amnesia from an accident. Upon awaking, he finds himself trapped in a world, that he has no remembrance of, and surrounded by people he believes he has never met before. To make matters worse, he doesn't know that he's the Avatar.

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Aang zoomed through the busy Ba-Sing Streets. Holding his head high and chin in the air, he moved like a lightning bolt. The hectic day he just went through, had taken more out of him, then he could fathom. But that didn't enervate him from being excited to rush home, to spend time with the love of his life, Katara.

It had been two years since the battle with Ozai, and ever since, Aang and Katara had been in a very close and romantic relationship. They spent long nights out by the lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery and conversing about themselves in ways no one would ever know.

Aang had learned many wondrous things about Katara through these conversations. Some of the facts he never would have imagined, but they only made him love her even more. The rest of the gang had taken to their own imperative duties, and had little time to attend the parties, which Aang and Katara hosted once a month. Sokka was now leaving the luxurious life on Kyoshi Island with Suki.

Together, he and her had become the teachers of the local martial arts school, and had passed down their techniques to various students who had come far and wide, to experience from two of the masters of fighting. Toph had reunited with her parents and had moved to Omashu, where they could help with the rebuilding, after the Fire Nation invasion.

She had teamed up with the fellow earthbenders of the city, and was working on every square inch of the city, to make a larger more pleasant environment for the people. Aang was proud her parents finally recognized her talent and abilities.

Zuko was probably the busiest of all. He traveled day and night all over the world to various towns and valleys, to give advice to the people and help them restructure what had been destroyed during the last hundred years of war. He and Aang rarely spoke to each other. In fact, the last time the two communicated, was four months ago when he informed Aang, that he would not be able to attend the party, due to some personal issues. Aang was worried about his friend's constant alienation. But he understood nonetheless to Zuko duties, which he had to perform.

While on the walk home, Aang noticed a flower cart parked just on the corner of the road. He merrily walked over to the counter and examined the assorted species of flowers that the man had for sale. His eye caught one flower in particular, that seemed to shine dazzlingly in the daylight. It was white, with a large purple ring wrapped around the middle of it. Aang examined the bundle of the flowers sitting on the counter, and wondered if he could get a bundle of the "new flower" he'd just discovered.

"Excuse me," said Aang politely.

The shopkeeper noticed Aang and returned with a wide smile.

"Good afternoon, what might I get for you?"

"I was wondering, if you might happen to have a bundle of that purplish-white flower of there," Aang pointed.

The shopkeeper smile widened. "Ah, you wish to purchase the rare anemone flower? Quite a lovely flower indeed. It is said to be the flower of unfading love. That your love for someone is so precious and so strong, not even the most inclement storm could separate the two of you."

"Yes please, how much do you want for a bundle?"

"Ah, I ask for no money. A flower such as this is too lovely to spend hard-earned cash on. And I can tell from the look on your face, you're buying them for a special someone, am I right?"

"Yes, the girl I intend to marry one day," Aang said happily.

"Beautiful. I love love; it is truly the greatest emotion of all, not another thing quite like it."

"Very true," said Aang.

The shopkeeper took a patch of string, and tied a bundle of anemone flowers together, then handed them to Aang.
Thank you very much," he said. Katara will be overjoyed when she sees these."

"She is very lucky to have a man like you as her boyfriend," the shopkeeper said. Aang nodded, and started to walk down the street again to his apartment.

When he arrived, he found Katara alone setting up decorations in the parlor. Instantly he could tell that she was preparing for another celebration party, but he was curious to know why so soon.

"Katara, I'm back," he called.

Katara glanced up from the floor to see Aang standing at the doorway.

"Hey, Aang, I'm just decorating as you can see for the party tonight. I've been in and out of town for the past five hours buying various foods and decorations for tonight's fiesta."

"I didn't realize you were going to go so extravagant this time," Aang said admiring the fine porcelain set out on the kitchen table.

"Well, this is' ant an ordinary celebration party," she said. This is the anniversary of our relationship."

Aang's eyes widened. Has it been two full years already? It didn't even occur to him what day it was when he woke up this morning. He could have been spending the whole day alone with Katara. But instead, he spent the majority of it, going around town and helping citizens with various odd jobs, which needed work.

I didn't even find the time to buy here a special gift. The only present could I bring back to her are flowers. Katara deserved so much more than that. While putting up streamers, Katara noticed the bundle of anemones in his hand.

"Aang are those for me?" Oh, you didn't have to get me anything," she said, running up to him and embracing his body in a tight hug.

Aang cradled Katara in his arms tenderly. The anniversary might be almost over, but he was sure to make the rest of evening a night she'll never forget.

Katara took the flowers from her hand and gave them a small sniff. "These are lovely! I'm going to bend some water in a vase right now."

She left the parlor and into the kitchen, leaving Aang alone to admire the work Katara had put together. The entire parlor was festooned with exquisite ornaments and stain glass artwork. The ceiling was coated with streamers, which seemed to go on over the entire house, but of course had to end somewhere.

Katara then returned from the kitchen with a glass vase in her hands. She placed the vase on the coffee table and turned back to Aang.

"There, now our guests can view what lovely flowers you've brought."

"Oh, shoot. I've run out of streamers. I guess I'll have to run all the way across town again, to pick up some more. You stay here and rest for awhile. I know you've been working hard."

Katara slipped on her boots and started to head towards the door. When she wrapped her hand around the knob, Aang placed a hand on the frame and closed it shut.

"Don't worry, I'll swing by the craft store and pick up a few. You just focus on preparing for tonight's guests."

"Aw Aang, that's so sweet. Ok, you go and get the streamers; I'll start fixing the feast for tonight. This is going to be an anniversary we'll never forget.

With a quick kiss, Aang raced out the door, not knowing that this would be the last time he kissed Katara for a very long time.

I know this chapter is very short and there is not much detail or action. Put rest assure, I promise a lot of suspense in later chapters so please keep reading. Aang will soon be trapped in a world, which he has no remembrance of.

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