I breathed in and out slowly and closed my eyes. The breeze whipped my hair around, occasionally revealing the blue tattoo on my forehead. The adults here insist I shave my forehead to show my arrow, and wear it with pride. I do wear it with pride, but not out in the open.
Meditating was an essential part of the Airbending life. That, and I was stressed out. Monk Gyatso had traveled to the Western Air Temple to take me to Aang. He said that me and him had somehow become the Avatar. He couldn't explain it, but when we were there, standing in front of the people that bowed, Aang lost it and ran. I ran after him and stopped him.
He told me that being Avatar was too much to handel, that he had to get away for a few days. I didn't that was a smart idea, and I told him that I would go with him. We left on his Sky Bison, Appa. I didn't have my own. I hadn't realized that Aang had started to cry when we left.
"Aang?" I asked, opening my eyes when I saw him rubbing his eyes, his shoulders hunched. I crawled forward and sat next to him. He looked away. "Aang, what's going on?" I asked again. I touched his shoulder lightly.
"If we're the Avatar, or whatever, Monk Gyatso said we couldn't have a family. That being the Avatar would make it difficult. We have to choose, Annchi, I don't want to..." His shoulders began to shake slightly. I sighed.
"I think we could have both," I said. "It wouldn't be hard. When the world regains its peace, make a family. It shouldn't be so difficult."
He shook his head, and I walked back to Appa's saddle and lay down. Closing my eyes, I tried to picture my mother and father. Neither me nor Aang had known our parents. They had given us to the Air Nomads and left.
You know, it is possible to love and hate at the same time.
"Annchi, there's a storm coming..." said Aang, looking up at the dark clouds. The ocean below began to grow violent. I drew in a deep, calming breath and attempted to keep the waves subdued. But, because in my lack of skill, it didn't even look like I did anything.
The harsh wind began to whip my hair around. I stayed low on Appa's saddle, my eyes closed tightly. Aang was basically my older brother; he was born ten minutes before me. He looked back to check if I was okay every so often. Lightning began to flash, and Aang suddenly lost control of Appa.
"Aang!" I screamed. I began to fall through the air. My glider clutched in my hand, I searched frantically for Aang before I crashed into the water.
A white glow was all I remembered...