A/N: I don't know what this is or why I'm writing it.
Prologue: I Have "Died" Once And Was "Resurrected" Again
"...Unn..." The sky above was blue. There were sparse, fluffy white clouds lazily floating past. Aang's whole body ached, like he'd fallen down a hill and hit a rock. Well, it wasn't like he hadn't done that before, but... this ache was worse. It was as though... as though he had...
Had... what, exactly? What happened? I was at home... we were playing... I couldn't get the scooter to... why didn't the scooter... Did I- fall from the monastery? Aang choked on air. I should be dead! That fall is too- there's no way. I definitely didn't fall from there.
But the scene replaying in his mind was telling him the opposite. Sure, he was playing with Mino and Kasi, and he recalled that part of the game was to quickly dissipate and reform their scooters over the ocean... but he'd never failed to do it before. So he kept thinking that he couldn't have possibly fallen from there, but... where else could it have been from?
His side ached. He tried to move his head, but decided, after a sharp pain, that he would rather not. Instead, he stared at the clouds again.
Lucky. He thought wistfully. You don't fall.
He wasn't sure how long he was there, staring into the sky. He wasn't really moving, because everything hurt. The more he thought about it, the more cool and comfortable he was feeling. He could just go to sleep... and later, when he was feeling better...
"Well." The voice startled him. A figure suddenly blocked his view. The hair made him think it was a female, but the voice wasn't a clear indicator of gender. "What do we have here."
"Nngh...?"
"S'okay kid. I get it." The person bent down and Aang got a better view. It was a woman alright... dark skinned, and older than he was. She had very bright blue eyes. "You're beat up. I got it. You don't have to keep trying to talk about it."
"?" He realized that his chest was burning. He was having difficulty breathing. How hadn't he noticed that before? He panicked, coughing up blood.
"Yeah, yeah." She said, hefting him carefully. "Just relax. Doctor. I got you."
He was slipping in and out of consciousness, but... when he came to, from time to time, he was no longer staring at the sky. There was a thatched, grass roof above him. He could feel the woman's hands every now and then. She barely spoke, though if he tried to speak, she silenced him. He supposed it was just because he was ill or injured- or both, he didn't know.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but his savior one day said, "Alright, kid. You should be fine in about a month or so. I did you a favor."
"...Unn...?" Aang moaned.
"...Oh, right. Your chest was beat to hell. Dunno, kid, your injuries make me think you fell down a mountain." She shook her head. "...Well. Whatever. You need to eat something more than seaweed...hmm, but I really don't have anything..." She seemed to be leaving. Aang sat up. He ached... but he was definitely in a hut. It was made of palm leaves and what looked like driftwood, and one wall was white stone. Next to him, there was a bowl of dried seaweed. He stared at it before reaching out and taking some. It tasted good. His arms and legs were killing him... and he couldn't really move... but he was thankful. He was alive. He didn't realize how close an encounter with death he'd had but he was thankful that this woman came along and saved him.
Now if only he could figure out where he was.