Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Air.
Aang lay to rest beside his wife deep within the Southern Air Temple in an area that had been renovated with the specific purpose of housing Aang's body after he passed away. Before Aang had reached the peak of age 30, his second child died at age four of a sickness the doctor's had never seen before. She also lay in a casket beside Aang and Katara's. After she passed away Aang aged quickly. 10 years later his eyes were hazy and smile lines had appeared. 5 years after that his forehead held permanent lines of worry. At age 54, Aang passed away. Katara lived long enough to meet the next Avatar. His name was Cuan, meaning rushing, as in a rushing river. His time was spent doing the same things as Aang had; he had to revive the world. He had to put down rebellions. He had to get everything back to what it should be. Due to Aang and Cuan's efforts, the next Avatar had nothing to do but relax. In fact, the next avatar, Heqi (hee-kai), did nothing but relax. Without the Avatar always on his toes, the world quietly ran itself ragged. Small businesses were being ran into the ground, young children were sent to work long hours, and women had no rights. The leaders of each nation were growing more corrupt. The Avatar, lead to believe the world was intact, had no knowledge of the coming challenges. Instead, he spent his days at home playing Pai Sho with the neighbors.
9 months after Heqi passed away, Kulei looked down at a baby that cried without making noise. "It's a girl," the doctors whispered, knowing the future that awaited could not be good.
A two year old boy hundreds of miles away stared up the stars in the sky, wondering why someone would take away his mommy. Did she do something wrong?
A newborn baby boy cried and screamed, kicking the side of his bed. He had no idea about the future that awaited him. Destiny had made it's mark on the young child.
A 24 year old man looked down at the baby that thrashed around in his crib and frowned. The baby was meant for so much more.
I have heard the tales a hundred times. The words are etched into my mind. The stories are a part of me. My destiny is to pass the stories on to my children, and my children's children, and my great grand children so that when the time of trouble ends, the stories will remain.
Author's Note: Just an introduction. Tell me what you think (:
Cuan - Rushing
Heqi - Peace Time, or Time of Peace
Kulei - Bitter Tears