Well, I uploaded the second part of the series. I hope you guys can guess the pattern by now. If you have any complaints or ideas you want to run by me, remember: I am not a psychic. You will actually have to message me, or review, because I'm guessing you dont know who I am, and I dont know who you are.

Enjoy!

All of the little six-year-old monks were busy flying with their young bison friends. The older monks told them earlier, when they first got their sky bison, that they had to get used to flying with them, and honestly, the kids were perfectly fine with that.

'Perfectly fine', as in after they were done with their lessons and they had to go out and fly, the little kids all raced out, and aided with their air bending, got there in about five seconds. Pretty impressive, considering how far they were from the sky bison stables. All of the little kids excitedly took care of their bison and saddled them. ('No! If you do it, he might like you better, Gyatso/ other monks! I'm doing it!')

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One of the old elders just sighed wistfully at the youthful hyperness emanating from all of them.

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Aang was especially happy. He loved his sky bison, which he named Appa, and Appa was definitely the best bison in the universe, no matter what all the other monks said. ("And you can't have him!")

He climbed up on Appa and held out an apple, which he snuck from the kitchen earlier. Appa took the apple happily and waited for Aang to climb up on his back. Once that small chore was done, Appa took off to the air, careful not to fly too high or too far, because he was still young, and he knew it.

Once they were in the air, Aang brought out a little bound paper book from his robes. The book was filled with charcoal, graphite, and ink pictures and paintings. Although Aang wasn't exactly a master artist, he was pretty good (for a six-year-old), and he enjoyed drawing a lot.

Now however, he was just looking at the drawings, and making slight changes here and there. A little bit of time passed, and Aang continued to make corrections to his work. Finally, he was done, and satisfied, and he held out his picture as far to the side as he could.

"Hey Appa! D'you like my picture?" Aang called out.

Appa roared, and Aang took that as a yes. "Great!" he called back. Appa continued to soar throughout the clouds, and Aang was extremely happy. Just being able to fly was great. And since he had finished the two pictures that he wanted to show Gyatso the most, he was even happier.

After a while, Aang started to notice the clouds.

"Hey, Appa, look at that," he said, pointing to a cloud. "That one looks like a dragon with a rider on it. Isn't that cool?"

Appa roared companionably; he was happy just listening to Aang. Aang pointed out several more cloud formations, commenting on random things like, "Hey, there's a comet-shaped cloud." Or "Look at the fluffy bunny cloud. It's so peaceful."

Then, a drop fell on his head. Aang looked up, and he noticed the clouds were suddenly dark and heavy with rain. Around him, in the air near the mountain, all of the other monks noticed too. One of the monks called out, "Time to get back here, children!" although it was completely unnecessary, because all of the other kids were already flying back.

Aang saw the rain, and he thought to himself, 'I can't let my drawings get wet!' Appa roared in annoyance at the rain, and Aang decided that he didn't want Appa to get wet either.

As he repeatedly thought this over and over again, Appa flew back to the mountain, trying to get to the covered stables as quickly as possible. Aang chanted 'Dry, Dry, Dry, Dry!" with his eyes closed repeatedly in his head until they got back to the mountain and the other monks.

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As Appa soared into the stables, Aang looked around to see everyone was absolutely soaked. The kids' robes were dripping and dark with trapped water and the small bison were getting everyone wetter by shaking themselves off.

Aang and Appa were the only dry ones in the house. Not a drop of water landed on either of them.

When the monks pointed this out, Aang just stared at them questioningly. "I just repeated 'Dry' in my head a lot. Why didn't anyone else do that? It works."

The monks sweat-dropped. The elder had enough composure to not flat-out drop his jaw, but he was still surprised.

One of the monks explained carefully, "Aang, most people can't stay dry just by wanting it."

"Mmmmm, Ok!" Aang called out. Then he promptly unsaddled Appa, and ran off to find Gyatso.

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Later, when Gyatso 'found' Aang, it was because the little kid barreled into him and gave him a fierce six-year-old I'm-so-excited hug that practically squeezed the life out of him.

"Gyatso! Gyatso! I want you t' see this!" Aang shouted excitedly.

Gyatso, while laughing at Aang's antics, pushed him away slightly and said, "Aang. I need to breathe."

"Sorry." Aang mumbled while quickly removing his arms from the strangling hold he held. His arms rapidly went behind his back.

"It's ok. Now, what did you want me to see?" Gyatso asked.

Aang grinned. "Look'it this, Gyatso!" And he proudly held out his sketchbook, which was turned to a page of a drawing of a monk, who looked vaguely like Gyatso, and a small kid, who looked even more vaguely like Aang.

Still, it was the thought that counted, and it was pretty skilled for a six-year-old.

Gyatso smiled. "It's a wonderful picture, Aang. How long did it take you to draw it?"

"It took me a whole week!" Aang chirped. "Ooh, ooh! I have another one!"

And Aang proudly presented his second picture.

Gyatso had to say, this one looked a lot different. The scene was mostly blue and white, and it had a large sphere in the middle. In the middle of the sphere, there were two shapes. One was of a large sky bison, in a dark blue color, and under that, there was a dark blue form that was obviously a human boy. He had a glowing arrow on his bald head, and he had glowing eyes. To Aang, it was apparently a "guy whose cool enough to get frozen in a block of ice!" but to Gyatso, it was the Avatar. If he wasn't mistaken, the current Avatar.

Gyatso was actually vaguely surprised. And seriously hoping that it wasn't a premonition of anything. He did ask, just to make sure, "Where did you get this idea."

Aang smiled. "I just had a dream one day, of a guy frozen in a block of ice, and of getting found by two kids in the South Pole!"

"Where did you learn about the South Pole?" Gyatso questioned with raised eyebrows.

Aang frowned. "I don't really remember…I just heard it somewhere, and remembered it was a bunch of ice."

One of the newbie monks, who just reached manhood and therefore didn't know much about children, or Avatar children, ran up to Gyatso and said in a panic, "Did you know it was raining? And Aang DIDN'T GET WET! How did he do that? Is it an air bending form?"

Gyatso had to laugh; the guy was practically begging to know, and he seemed to be embarrassed that a kid might know more than he did. "He is just a very special boy. Don't worry about it, ok."

The monk nodded and left, still slightly flustered. He hadn't even noticed Aang.

Gyatso sighed. Really, he didn't need any more proof of Aang's special birthright. It was obvious, what with the skill, the appearance of Roku, and his interest in only the four Avatar relics out of thousands of toys, but water bending? Knowing the little kid, it was to keep his picture dry. Speaking of the picture… "Aang, can I keep this picture?" he asked, pointing a slender finger at the fairly crudely drawn picture of himself and Aang.

Aang looked to be in deep thought. Inside his head, he was fighting the (six-year-old) mental debate about whether it would be better to give it to Gyatso, or to keep it. He eventually decided, and with a very solemn expression, he gave the picture to Gyatso and proclaimed, "Guard it well."

Gyatso nodded, and Aang suddenly saw a lemur, and ran down the hall as fast as he could, completely forgetting about the picture he left with Gyatso.