As the monk took a step towards the Avatar, Aang took a step back.

"Don't come closer," the boy warned. "I-"

He cut himself off and analysed what he was about to do.

"You can't control the elements," the monk replied.

A speechless Aang took another step back.

"How-" he began before Guru Pathik cut him off.

"I am very attached to the universal happenings of both the spirit world and the human world," he simply answered. "I could feel that your powers were going into hiding."

The avatar looked at his shoes but didn't say anything. The guru took a deep breath.

"I can help you regain control over them," he offered. "If you want to."

Aang kicked a small rock on the gravel covered ground. His first instingt was to say yes but then he remembered the uncontrolable powers that fought inside of him.

"I don't know," Aang said. "What if I can't control it?"

The guru nodded.

"I understand," he said. "I will wait until morning. If you don't have an answer by then, I will leave."

Aang could only nod before he stepped closer to the fire. As he got near, he sat down on the floor. Aang layed down on the cold stone floor and shivered before he drifted off to sleep.

It was dark, darker than it ever had been. Aang stood there in the darkness and cast appathetic looks over something. Suddenly a figure appeared. It was a girl, he noticed, with brown hair cut into a bob and with grey eyes that he knew well. Sora. She wore the tratitional monk-in-training outfit, however, there was blood everywere.

Sora wiped her mouth with a bloody hand which left her lips covered with the dark substens. The avatar quickly understood that the blood wasn't her own. She smiled a creepy smile at him, which he did not respond to.

"Hello Aang," she said with the chirpy voice. "How have you been?"

Guilt washed over him and he stammered.

"I-I. You-you're," he maneged to get out. "Dead."

"Yes, I'm dead," she answered. "But you're with me now. Home."

Aang shivered as he heard the last words.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Her smiled turned into a frown before he could blink. It was like the smile was there, then suddenly it wasn't. It wasn't there anymore.

"Why didn't you save us Aang?" Sora demanded. "Why did you want us to die?"

Speechless, Aang just stared at her, guilt washing over him like a flood.

"Why didn't you save us Aang?" she demanded again. "Why did you want us to die?"

Suddenly, a hundred thousand voices of the airnomads, his people, and the voices of the people who died in the hundred year war hit him in the head like a rock. The sound quickly filled his head and he pushed hid hands towards his ears and held them, praying for the throbbing pain to stop. It didn't work. The voices filled his head with requests and questions. Why didn't you save us Aang? Why did you want us to die? Suddenly everything stoped and only Soras voice tore through his throbbing head. Why didn't you save me?

Aang awoke. He was cold and sweaty. The avatar rubbed his eyes, noticing that he had been crying in his sleep. He however, only shook his head before scanning his surroundings.

Before him, the guru sat, poking with a stick into the fire which was slowly burning out.

"Good, you're awake," the guru said before he stood up and walked closer to the sleep deprived avatar. "Do you have an answere for me?"

Aang looked down at his hands before he took a deep breath.

"I'm in."

X

"Is he buying it?" The companion whispered.

"Of course he is!" Its leader snarled back. "My magic," it began in a low voice. "is slowly turning him mad with guilt. My magic may only be strong enough during the night," the companion squirmed. "But as he gets weaker, I get stronger."

It let out a screaching laughter as the pair gazed at the distrought avatar.

"Foolish child!" It laughed at him.

Its companion interupted it with a concerned question.

"Are you sure," the companion begun. "that you want to go through with this? I mean, he is mearly a child."

The laughter of the leader stopped and its bloodred eyes connected with its companion's own blue. The companion broke their connection within seconds before the leader spoke.

"Don't let yourself be fooled," it snapped. "He may look like a child, but he is 116 years old."

The companion started to protest but quickly shut his lips before saying something that he would regret.

"The boy is the avatar, the bridge between the spirit world and the human world," the leader calmly explained before it said, with a voice that made the companion's skin crawl. "And I will have my kingdom back. I will have my revenge!"

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Yeah, so sorry you guys that I didn't update during June. I guess I've just been enjoying my summer vacation while geeking out over one of my favorite bookseries. So basically, what I've been doing is fangirling. Sorry for that. I promise that I'll be updating regularly after this chapter. I've actually started writing the next chapter, so I guess that you'll just have to wait a month... sorry! *hides as tomatos are being thrown towards self*

See you guys soon!

-S.G