Believe
By: Iroh's Tea Shoppe Girls
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When I was little, my grandmother told me stories of the Avatar. I believed in him then.
When I was still little, the Fire Nation attacked. My mother died. To comfort me, my grandmother told me stories of the Avatar. In my grief I believed in him.
When my father went away, to fight the Fire Nation away from home I was sad. To comfort me, my grandmother told me stories about the Avatar. In my fear I believed in him.
For years I believed that the Avatar would return and end the cruel war the Fire Nation was waging on the world. That my mother's death would be avenged, and my father would return home. Before I even met the Avatar, I believed in him.
When my brother and I found the Avatar I wasn't quite sure what to make of him. I expected an elderly wise master of the elements. The Avatar instead turned out to be a twelve year old boy who could only airbend. But I still believed in him.
Early in our journey, the Avatar took us to various sight-seeing spots. He took us to where he grew up. He told us about his mentor. After discovering the ancient remains of his mentor he entered the Avatar State. I began to believe in him even more than.
Through our adventures, I believed in him, even when he ran and hid, even when he didn't have the right answer, despite all his weaknesses. He also proved himself wise, cunning, and adept through our travels. While I have been teaching him waterbending, he has taught me many more lessons. I now understand that he does indeed posses an old soul, and I believe in him even more.
He is the Avatar, and he has the power to save the world, deep inside himself. I believe in him, despite his goofy grin. Despite his insecurity, his weaknesses, and his lack of direction. Despite his past, present, and future failings.
I believe Aang is going to save the world.