Soulmate Mistake
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Monk Gyatso of the air nation was quietly meditating in his little room in the air temple. The laughter of the younger airbenders wafted through the air, mixed with the soft chiming of the wind chimes that hung throughout the temple. Sunlight poured over the old master as he sat deep in thought, thinking about Aang. The poor little soul had so much resting on him, now that he was the avatar. And Gyatso knew from his old friend Roku how challenging the role could be.
He was just about to rise from his kneeling position, when he felt rather than saw or heard the presence of a spirit in the room. Opening his eyes, Gyatso beheld a strange creature, floating before him in the sunshine, in the likeness of some bird of paradise or phoenix. The spirit fluttered once or twice, then landed before him in obvious distress. It looked at him with great sad eyes, tears welling up in them, before speaking in a piping tone.
"Oh, what a horrible, horrible thing to have happened, oh what horrible thing! And to such a good kind boy… Where is the Avatar?" Asked the spirit, peering past Gyatso as if expecting to see the chosen airbender hiding there. "I must speak to him about a terrible development."
"He is out flying on his bison" Replied Gyatso, keeping calm "and isn't expected back for some time. What is, may I ask, this terrible news you need to give him?"
"Oh, that simply won't do!" piped the spirit "I can only stay in the mortal world for a few minutes! He simply must be told! Such a horrible, horrible thing…"
"If you cannot wait, you can tell me the message, and I can relay it to him." Said Gyatso.
The spirit paused, then burst out "There's been a horrible mistake with the Avatar's soulmate!"
"Aang's soulmate?"
"Something has happened and she hasn't been born!"
"Oh, well, twelve years isn't too much of a difference, is it?"
The spirit shook its head, "It's worse than that! She is not scheduled to be born for another hundred years!"
"A hundred years!" gasped Gyatso. Aang would be one hundred and twelve!
"Can't you speed things up?" he asked, scraping for a solution.
"We can't." said the spirit, its form fading. "He'll just have to live without her."
Then, it vanished.
The sun was still shining, but Gyatso felt cold. How could you tell a twelve year old they would never find their true love? Never even meet them. He remembered how happy Roku had looked at his own wedding, so many years ago. How could he tell Aang he would never have that? It would break his little heart.
Best not to say anything, he decided. Let the boy live his life not knowing what he had missed. That was the best thing to do.
His knees creaking, he got up, walked to the window, and gazed out.
The boy must never know.