A Flame
The evening was cool and quiet except the howls of a wolfbat every once in a while. Even they, were unusually quiet. It was early in the morning, not even close to dawn. The world was only lit by the thin sliver of the moon and the pale starlight. The large trees created massive shadows that darkened the world beneath them except for a soft glow from an unknown source. It was smaller than a campfire and was the only light for miles.
Aang sat alone in the forest, his hand stretched out in front of him. In his palm, a blue flame danced. Aang's eyes were focused on the bright light, but they were full of an empty sadness. He looked back toward camp where his friends slept, the fire disappearing into nothingness. He had been sneaking off a lot lately. He kept having nightmares and his fire-bending was getting to be so powerful that is was becoming scary. Aang had to use all the discipline he could to stop himself from fire-bending when angry. He didn't want his friends to know that he could make blue fire, or just fire in general. Every time he had used fire-bending in another person's presence, people he cared about would get hurt. He never wanted that to happen so he kept his secret to himself. He air-bended himself to his feet. Aang walked back to camp silently. He looked around the campsite. First he looked at Sokka, who was sleeping in his warm sleeping bag, his thumb in his mouth. Aang noted this. I can use that as black-mail later. His grey eyes turned towards Toph's rock tent where he imagined she would be in a deep sleep. Finally Aang's eyes rested on Katara (the girl he had a major crush on). She couldn't see her face, but he assumed she was asleep. Aang wanted to stay in the woods fire-bending, but he knew his friends would get suspicious if he was too tired tomorrow, so he got back to his grass-bedding, where he lay down, his eyes on the stars. He slowly drifted back to sleep.
If Aang had been close enough, Aang would have seen two blue eyes watching him. Katara sat up slightly when she heard Aang's breathing change as he fell to sleep. Her expression, though it was too dark to see, was full of worry and confusion. For past weeks, especially the last few days, she would wake up to find Aang missing. She would convince herself that he went to the bathroom or so, but she knew now that was impossible. Who would take an hour in the bathroom?
She knew that something was wrong, but whenever she brought anything up, he would change the subject. She wanted to help him. Over the months she had known him, she had begun to like him more then friends. She kept her feelings silent though. The water-bender had convinced herself that Aang, being master of all four elements, could have any girl in the world he wanted and she knew she wasn't that girl. She sighed. Even if he didn't love her, she still worried about him. Why was he sneaking away every night? Katara fell asleep after a long time thinking about Aang.