Avatar: The Last Airbender Fan-Fiction

The Real Wars (AU)

Chapter 1: Beginnings

POV: Aang's

Who would've suspected such a small creation of war could've caused so much damage? I suppose many people, but I never suspected it to happen to me.

It began, well, at the beginning. It was my 5th year serving in the United Nations Air Force. We had prepared an attack, and it was launch day. I boarded up into my plane, prepared for the flights ahead of me. My duty was simple, scout out any possible enemy fleets, and take down any threats. Everything was going smooth, until, well, it wasn't.

An hour into the mission. Skies were foggy, so it was slightly hard to see. There was a strange peace that I don't typically feel on missions like these. The sun was barely up, causing the visible parts of the sky to be a mix of orange, blue, and pink. It was quiet, until all flameo broke loose, literally. The left wing of the plane spontaneously burst into flames, along with a loud BOOM!

Quickly, I gripped the controls, in desperate fear for my life. Sweat lathered my forehead as I realized I was too late. "MONKEY FEATHERS!" I screamed, grasping the radio. "Left wing was hit! I repeat, LEFT WING WAS HIT!" An abundance of noises and lights began going haywire, and I knew what that meant.

I'm going to die here.

The plane began faltering, taking a nose dive. It gathered speed exceedingly fast, and I ignored the orders on the radio.

Nothing can save me.

The ground inched closer and closer.

I'm sorry, Gyatso.

I think back to home. The buildings, my friends. My house, my old teachers, and my only family, Gyatso. He'd raised me as if I were his own when I was orphaned. He'd been there, he'd taught me, and most importantly, he'd always care for me. The town is tall, built on a cliff. The buildings twist and turn in all shapes and sizes, all differing from each other. My friends, all with the traditional bald hairstyle similar to mine. Normally we'd be heading towards the airball field. I picture my school buildings, wishing I were there rather than here. FInally, Gyatso appears in my head, and I begin to tear up.

Goodbye, Gyatso.

The bone crushing contact with the ground snaps me back to reality.