What happened to the Avatar? Now this was a question that many people in the world asked after the war ended. Officially, he moved to the fringes of civilization, one of the Air Temples, in order to complete his meditation. And that was how the people thought of it. Avatar Aang was just a man in his thirties sitting inбa little temple thinking on his spiritual development. And yet, that was the complete opposite of what was happening, except that Aang was in his thirties, that was the truth.
"Whiskey", the drunken customer said as he slammed down his copper coins.
"Why do I have to work here?", Aang thought, "It was good no perfect when"
"When I say that I want something, I want it now!", the man said, the rancid smell of rotten tomatoes combined with hard liquor emanating from his mouth.
The Avatar took a glass and poured him a drink. This was the best job he could get after he was banned and he still hated it. The bar had only one light source, a rectangular hole in the wall which was supposed to be a window. Soot seemed to rain in this place, as Aang was covered in it. He did not know why it was here out of all places, but anyone's best bet was that it was from the industry that was concentrated in the lower ring of the city. Aang slumped down in the bar and tried to fall asleep. Tried would be the operative word in this sentence, because right when he went to sleep, the door opened, causing the room to brighten, more than the usual brightness level which was about as dark as night. The footsteps became louder and louder and the Avatar heard a voice,
"Are you Avatar Aang?", the voice, a male's, said.
"Who is to know?", Aang asked.
"The Earth King is to know, your services are needed"
"Huh"
"I have to take you to the Earth king"
"Well. . . why"
"That is given on a need-to-know basis and I don't need to know"
"Okay, I'm coming", Aang said as he stood up, ready to leave this part of the city forever.