AN: Yeah so I'm doing a series of drabbles. To my "Let Me Get What I Want" readers, I haven't given up on the story! I'm just waiting for the semester to be over, and finals. Basically I'm waiting for it to be summer vacation when I have time to continue it. In the mean time here are some drabbles. Not all will be ZK.
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She knew what he was to become, what he will be, as soon as she birthed him. His infant eyes held the wisdom of many women and men. She knew she could not keep him, he wasn't her's to protect.
She held the infant in her arms as she walked. The cold wind gently caressed her face as tears slipped by. Feeling the heat of the sun on her back as she walked up the many steps of the temple. The infant slept peacefully, unaware to what she was about to do.
There stood before her, an old bald whiskered faced monk, as she finally reached the end of the steps. No emotion crossed his wrinkled face as he saw the woman and the child bundled in her arms. She looked at him with her teared stained face. It was as if he had expected her, yet she continued walking toward to him. He then gave her a small smile of understanding. No explanations were needed, as he stared into her eyes. Slowly she placed the infant in the old man's arm and looked at her child one last time. Caressing his face as she said her final goodbye, "you have a world to take care of my little Aang." And she turned away, facing the sun.
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AN: This is just a theory I have about Aang's mother. I hope you guys like it. Please review
