~~ Aang was working on his balance. He stood on one foot and was perched on top of a large rock spire. He changed feet so quickly, that it was a blur. He could feel the wind blowing around him. He moved his arms and manipulated the wind as if he was conducting an orchestra. Then, he lept from the spire and let himself fall. Just before he hit the ground, he withdrew his staff from his satchel and opened it, turning it into his red glider. He manipulate the wind around him to direct himself where he wanted to go. He felt so free, nothing could bring him down at this moment. That's when he saw the gathering storm clouds on the horizon.

"That storm's coming in pretty fast…" he thought out loud.

And indeed it was. The black clouds, heavy with rain, were approaching unnaturally fast. He quickly turned his glider around with the intention of returning to the camp, but the clouds caught up with him. As if the storm was deliberately trying to hit him, lightning bolts struck the spire's around him. Turning them to dust. Aang was swift, but the storm was faster. A bolt hit his glider, instantly turning it to dust. He plummeted to the ground, but just before he hit, he created a cushion of air that stopped his fall. He used this ball to continue his retreat from the advancing storm. He saw the camp ahead.

Katara, Sokka, and Toph were getting the evening's meal ready. He shouted to them, but they didn't hear. The storm passed over Aang and stopped directly over the camp. The first bolt hit Sokka, turning him to a pile of ashes. Katara screamed, and Toph turned to her. The second bolt struck Toph, vaporizing her as well. Aang arrived at the camp just as the third bolt struck Katara. He was too late. The three of them, were gone. The next bolt struck Aang right on the arrow on his forehead. He screamed as the blue arrow turned white. His eyes started to glow, and a bubble of air surrounded him. He rose to the storm, and it swallowed him, blackness surrounding him all over.

~~ Aang screamed as he awoke. He was breathing heavily, and he got up and exited his tent. His screaming woke the others. Sokka and Katara shuffled out of their tents, yawning and stretching. Toph however, ran out of her tent with a manic look on her face.

"What's going on?" she exclaimed.

She stomped her feet and a wave of earth smashed Aang back into his tent, causing it to collapse.

"Toph, calm down. Aang just had another nightmare." Katara said.

"Oh, is that it?" Toph replied, disappointed. "Stupid Twinkletoes. I'm going back to bed."

She crawled back into her tent, leaving Katara and Sokka standing by Aang's collapsed tent. Sokka poked the lump that was Aang with his boomerang. Aang bolted up.

"Where is everybody? Hello?" he shouted.

Katara pulled the tent off of him.

"Oh…thanks Katara."

"Don't mention it." she replied. "Sokka's gonna talk to you about your dreams. He'll see if he can find out what they mean. Right Sokka?"

They looked over to see Sokka fast asleep in his tent, snoring away. Katara sighed.

"Alright fine. Come with me, and I'll try to see what your dreams mean."

They shuffled back into Katara's tent and sat on the floor.

"What was this one about Aang?"

"It was the one about the lightning again."

As he said 'lightning', the scar on his back flared, and his mind flashed back to his fight with Azula. The crystals, Zuko's betrayal, and the lighting that had simply shot out of her fingertips. He flashed back to reality.

"Aang, you're probably just worried about fighting the Fire Lord again. Remember the few days before the invasion? You didn't sleep until we made you a bed!"

"Yeah, but this is different! At least for the invasion, I didn't actually have to fight him. This time, I do, and I barely know how to make a spark!"

Aang snapped his fingers, and a small spark flew from his thumb and landed on Katara's lap. She instantly burst into flames, screaming for Aang to help her.

~~ "Aang? Aang!" Katara shouted.

Aang jerked his head up. He had fallen asleep again.

"We'll talk about this in the morning. We both need some sleep."

Aang nodded and laid down on the floor of the tent.

"Why don't you go set up your-"

She looked over to see Aang fast asleep on the ground next to her bed. She sighed and tossed a blanket over him, climbing under her quilt herself. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep, but Aang meanwhile, was having yet another nightmare. Little did he know, that this may be a nightmare he may never wake up from.