Mother
By shi sendo
I do now own AVATAR it is own by Nick. Blah, blah, blah.
This is for the mother's of avatar. They need some light on them, although these vignettes are small and quite sad.
Aang, Toph, Katara and Sokka were all sleeping around the campfire, exhausted after a day of flying. They were still on the run, but now…now a feeling of remembrance and sadness was rested heavily on their shoulders. Though the saddness was not for themselves but for the woman who bore them.
Air Nomad temple, 100 years earlier.
A woman with blue hair and eyes of ocean blue. Her face held lines of sadness and longing ness, they had replaced sadness and joy. She had given birth to her son, a healthy infant with a blue arrow and other markings of an Air bender. But in this era, it was common for an air bender to be born in this part of the world. What replaced her lines of happiness was the fact that her son, her only child, would be the avatar. Some would think this an honor, but it wasn't when the fire nation wanted your child dead. She had fled her family home and headed to the Air Temple she knew would keep her child safe. Her husband had died in a fire nation raid and her heart was heavy. That was until she had felt the joy of her son's kicks in her womb. She pulled her hood down and looked around. She was getting close and her son was still sleeping peacefully in her arms. She smiled down at him, seeing her son breathing and knowing he would be safe soon.
"Hold it right there." A gruff voice said. Turning around she saw two fire nation soilders standing behind her.
"yes?" she asked, holding her sleeping son closer.
"What are you doing around her woman? Don't you know where you are?!" the one who had called asked.
"N-no, I'm lost. I'm on my way to the temple where my grand father resides, I've a new born and I wish for him to meet him." She said, remembering the story she would tell.
"Oh, well you are heading the wrong direction, here we'll help you." The man said and helped her onto his mount. His partner also got on his own and they traveled for three hours before arriving at the Air temple. The woman thanked them kindly and began walking up the mountain. As she walked, she reflected what her dreams had told her. She knew this would be the last time she was to walk this path…this would be the last time she saw ground. She took it all in and knew her fate, accepted her fate and feared her fate. As well as the fate of her little one. She knew his would be a hard life, and one she could not spare him. She loved her son and wanted him to be raised normal, but…that was a foolish dream seeing as fate laughed at her. She felt her body start to grow weak as she walked further and further up the mountain. She looked around, soaking it as she walked.
"I was a foolish woman my son, I shouldn't have left my home and now I shall not even raise you as I wanted. I wanted you to be happy, to grow up as I did. To play in the mountains, to play in the air and to meet people around the world. I hope one day, you too will be able to enjoy this. I wish it were that you could be safe and sound, away from anyone who wishes to harm you because of what you will be. But don't worry my son, if I can, I promise, I will protect you. No matter where I am or where you are, we will always be connected and I will keep you safe." She said to her son and kissed his forehead.
Once she reached the top and saw the monks standing there, she knew her time was almost up. Monk Gyatso looked at his great grand niece and knew this would be her last day. He took her into his arms and held her while she cried. They went to his rooms and instantly both mother and son were cleaned, fed and clothed properly. The young woman of only eighteen summers looked at her infant and told her uncle what happened. He nodded and held her hand every now and then. Once she told her story, they sat in silence while they ate a simple but good meal. After that, they walked and looking around and just spending time together.
"Grand-uncle, please…take care of my little Aang, he's …he's what my life is about…he is the one who will help our world stay safe…" she said softly, seeing as the sun started to set. She cried harder, her tears falling down onto her son's cheeks. Aang woke up and looked into his mother's sad and tired eyes. He held his small hand out to hers and she kissed it, trying to smile for him. He cooed and made content noises and they just played simply like this as the sun started to set. She looked up once and saw the sun set and then back at her son. She kissed him and held him tighter, crying harder as she knew the end was coming. Gyatso sat there and held her shoulders and she creid.
"My beautiful and perfect...Aang…I love you." She said softly and her eyes closed and she slumped against the tree. Aang started to cry as soon as his mother stopped playing and Gyatso held the small child in his arms as he saw his grand niece's lifeless body lay there. The others came forward and began preparing. The next morning, as the dawn rose, the fires burned and freed her body of her sorrow and her sprit flew. The sun rose and the young woman's ashes flew with the wind as her son moved his small hand in the air.
"My son…" Could be heard as the child held his hand to the air, feeling it swril around his small fingers and against his rosey cheeks.
