Mysterious Dreams: Finding yourself
Chapter three
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As soon as he had turned around to face the bewildering lady, she had begun to flee.
Aang didn't know what made him do what he did, but he had begun to chase after her. Everything happening felt like it had occurred once before. It seemed so familiar; like he had done this identical phenomenon in the past.
"Wait!" he hollered after her, "I just want to talk to you!"
The lady in black just kept running, paying no heed to Aang's yells. Aang sprinted more rapidly, attempting with all his might to catch up with her. He smirked when he observed that they were heading for a dead end. A dead end meant, she'd have no where to run.
The shadowy lady was a quick runner, but Aang was soon catching up to her. He was so close. His heart was beating rapidly from all the running. He had been so out of it that he had forgotten that he could have sped himself up using his air bending, and now he was too worn out to do so. The lady darted into the blind alley. Aang would be able to confront her, and she would have no where to go.
Aang walked slowly but in a gradually pace towards to the lady, whom didn't seem at all fatigued from the heated chase. She seemed to be flickering on and off like a light bulb. Aang's eyebrow rose in pure puzzlement. He stepped one step closer towards the lady. With every step closer he took, he seemed to feel even more of an odd connection. As he took the final step towards her, he noticed that she was fading away. Aang glanced up at the sky, the sun was rising up; it was midmorning. As the sun rose up all the way, Aang witnessed that the lady vanished at the first hint of light.
"How did that even happen?" he wondered out loud to himself, "That can't be possible-" he froze, "Could she be a spirit?" Aang shook his head.
That idea seemed to fit the flickering and disappearing. It even summed up as to why the lady seemed to have ghostly features. But, why would she come to him, if she didn't want to talk to him? And why did she feel so oddly familiar? Aang begun to turn back, to go back to the campsite, thinking that his friends, especially Katara might be worried about him. He heard something crush underneath one of his feet. Removing his foot from the spot, he saw a strangely familiar object. Bending down, he picked it up in his hands.
The object wasn't broken, it had just cracked in a spot when Aang had stood on it. He turned it over, trying to figure out what the object he held in his hand now was. He could tell that it was some kind of toy that a babies play with. When just examining the object with his eyes didn't help him distinguish what the object was, he shook it close to his ear. He could hear a light 'Rat-ta-ta-rat-ta-ta' coming from the object as he shook it. He ceased the shaking, bring it away from his ears, and near his eyes, to scan the object for a names or anything that might help him figure out as to where it came from. He already figured out that it was a toy rattle. His eyes spotted words on the edge of the rattle. His eyes grew large when he read the name and the description underneath.
The rattle read:
"BELONGS TO: Aang
Baby boy Aang, I will miss you. I hope you like the temple. I will visit you when you are near to the age thirteen and give you something important.
Your mother, Sayuri."
Aang was in shock. How did this rattle get here in the first place? Was it possible that the lady he had been chasing after was his mother? No, no this is just a coincident. Wasn't it? Aang shook his head, trying to clear it and begun to walk back to the campsite.
Author's note:
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