Aang pov.
I sat there in Monk Gyastos room, starring out the window watching all my other friends play.
Stupid Avatar crap. They act like I'm a totally different person. I'm still me…I'm still Aang. I thought desperately.
"Well sitting here mopping is going to do no one any good." I said out loud. I started looking around the room for something to keep me busy with. I opened up some drawers and came across some history books.
"Got nothing else to do." I mumbled as I flipped it open.
As I skimmed across the book something caught my eye. Some one wrote something down, and it stood out from the rest of the print, it looked very old, judging by how faded the letters were. My eyes widened as I read it.
Now, listen carefully, most people think there are only four types of bending, water, earth, fire, and air. But I know there is one more, for I have seen it with my very eyes, even more rare than the avatar itself, only coming every 1000 years. The power this one person holds is amazing, the power to bend-
"Aang!"
I nearly jumped to the moon, Gyasto scared me so bad.
"Monk Gyasto!" I cried. "I was just reading this old book and-"
"And what? What did you read Aang?"
"Nothing! Just something about a rare type of bending-"
Gyasto used airbending to slam the book shut.
"Aang, you should know better than to be snooping around my room." Gyasto said.
"I was just board." I mumbled.
"Come on, Aang, enough of this, I need your help making some pies." He said as he turned to leave the room. I followed, but I couldn't help but steal a glance at the old book, what was the other type of bending? And why didn't Gyasto want me to know about it?
