Author Note: Inspired by the quote "The monks taught me that all life is sacred. Even the life of the tiniest spider-fly caught in its own web." from Season Three, Sozin's Comet Part Two: The Old Masters, and by the fact that my friend wanted me to write a story about a spider dying while a character from Avatar got over-emotional, I bring you "The Tiniest Spider-Fly". It was originally going to be a funny piece, but I decided to make it a little more serious. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender

The small boy's big grey eyes watched in fascination as the spider-fly seemed to dance, walking backwards, than forward, side to side.

He brought his pale hand down again.

Crash.

The insect began to twitch and squirm, half its legs were motionless and dragged as the it moved with new determination.

Crash.

It was on its back now. The legs that could stir tried to in different directions; the spider-fly's one working wing flopped desperately.

Crash.

The spider-fly went through a horrible spasm before finally it rolled into a ball and laid terribly still.

The boy's eyes widened, suddenly understanding what he had done.

Without warning, he dove at his master sitting next to him.

He buried his head into the elder's orange and yellow robes, weeping bitterly.

"I-I promise G-G-Gyatso. I-I'll never kill a-anything ever a-a-again." The six year old cried between gasps of air, comforted by the arms of his master.

"I promised I would never kill anything ever again."

Now one hundred and six years later, the boy sat meditating on the hard floor of a house on Ember Island.

Four small, white candles were spaced out before him in a row, the flames flaring ever so slightly with every breath as he thought of what is to come.

Stress.

Fear.

Hurt.

Anger.

Hope.

He tried to control the emotions running through his head like he was controlling the flickering flames, but it was near impossible.

Despite what his friends wanted him to do, despite what the whole world wanted him to do, he refused to kill.

All life is sacred, like the monks had told him, even the life of the tiniest spider-fly caught in its own web… or under the fist of a curious boy.

A promise is a promise.

And the Avatar always keeps his promises.

Author Note: Yea, I"m aware that this wasn't very good at all. I just had an idea and decided to go for it. And remember reviews make me happy!!!