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Aang's favorite Elements
CHAPTER FOUR: FIRE
Aang sat by a roaring campfire, thinking over the last question his friend had asked him. "Why is fire your least favorite?"
Fire was destructive, and only caused harm. It was alive, and hard to handle. He would only learn firebending because it was mandatory but if he had a say he wouldn't have. He still remembers that day, that scream, her burn, her tears, as if it was just yesterday. Never had he forgave himself, that was unforgivable. Fire had harmed the one he loved most. He could never favor fire over the other elements. Never.
Fire is wild, it grows, and grows, and if you lose control, the results could be deadly. He'd learn the hard way that day. Fire is the worst element. Fire is hot, and burns away at your skin, leaving ashes. Fire was very much alive.
Aang stood, and noted that fire was his least favorite in his head. He stood up. The campfire was dancing with the air. The earth around was keeping the little fire going. And with water, the fire was out.
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