Just a very short chaptered story that has been drifting around in my head for the past week. Decided to start writing it before I forget it entirely. Aang is first up.
Aang
People believe that I, as the Avatar, the potential saviour of our world, can do anything. I would like to believe that, really, I would. I can control the air around; I can cause massive cyclones that can destroy everything in its path. I can run faster than the winds its self. I can hover in the air for as long as it suits me. I can do all these great things, but that does not change the fact that I am the Avatar, and all the pressure is on me.
The day the monks informed me that I was the one chosen to keep the peace between the Four Nations, you could say I was excited. It meant I had all these great powers. Wasn't that every kids dream? But I soon learned that I couldn't be my usual self, I couldn't play anymore games because 'it's an unfair advantage on the other kids'.
Running away seemed like a good idea at the time, but being encased in a large ball of ice proved me wrong. I'll never forget the day Katara freed me. I love her for that, and I will always do. I love her.
There is a dark side to what I am; the Avatar State scares me greatly. I lose all control of my being, I am at powers peak, but all my defences are down, I am at my most vulnerable then. I fear it, yet it is the key to what I am, the Avatar, the messiah of the world. The only one who can defeat the Fire Lord.
I will keep fighting; keep trying to save lives even when all hope seems lost. But I have my friends to support me and comfort me. The Fire Nation better be scared, because the Avatar is back, and he's done playing nice.
So, how'd I go? Katara is going to be next. Shouldn't be to hard.
Tsukikage1213