(A/N This is an idea I've been toying with ever since episode one of avatar the last airbender. Hope you like it. If the names aren't chinese or Japanese,sorry. I just put in what sounded right.)
I woke up because it was quiet. Not a normal thing in the Western Air Temple. Then I saw the smoke. It engulfed everything. The temple seemed lost in it. Grabbing my glider ,I leapt out the window to investigate. Something told me this was very, very bad. A quick glance confirmed it. The temple was burning-well ,at least a few buildings were. Tattered robes and gliders lay everywhere. Spooked bison were soaring away. More than a few Fire Nation helmets lay abandoned. That scared me enough. But then I saw the bodies. Dozens of them. All of them Air benders. Monks,kids,everyone. The soldiers had left no one unharmed. A soft whisper caught my attention when I was exploring the hall in front of the statue room. ''Hello? Monk Chien? Can I come out now?'' A boy's voice,but not one I recognized. Curious, I unlocked the door. Inside stood a teenage boy, about my age. He held his glider cautiously,as if expecting an attack. He stared blankly in my direction, and then I saw his eyes. Bright blue,but clouded over. The poor kid was blind.