Chapter nine The Truth

He was blind. Well he was already blind but know he couldn't even feel anything. It was like all the water vanished but he couldn't even feel his own blood. He was truly blind. He tried to figure out what was wrong and the answer seemed to just come to him. The moon, something was wrong with it, it was in danger. Nazca collapsed, being unable to tell where anything was, he hit his head on the dresser and cried out as he felt a cut appear. He heard Toph rustling as she stood up saying, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I've lost my ability to waterbend, I think the moon is in danger."

She sat next to him petting his hair as he felt the blood trickling down his head. Her hand passed over it and she exclaimed, "Nazca your bleeding."

"I know and there's nothing I can do until I somehow regain my ability to waterbend other wise I'm as good as dead."

They lay there for a couple minutes Nazca hoping the moon would return. Then all of the sudden he gasped.

"What is it?" Toph exclaimed.

"The moon, its, its dead." Nazca felt the world's balance fall to pieces. And he was angry. How dare this foolish person believe he had the right to disrupt the balance of this world. This person would pay for his actions and he would ensure it. Anger flew threw him as the urge to destroy became undeniable.

All of the sudden he was back at the northern water tribe but now he could see. He felt the anger controlling him as he stepped into the pond. He saw that one of the fish where gone and only a black one remained in the pool.

Then he was back on Toph's floor, blind and hyperventilating.

He flashed back. He felt himself joining powers with the ocean as he and another hundred thousands of spirits join together. He felt his body moving with the ocean as they left the sacred area.

Then he was back on the hard rock floor, Toph sitting over him asking what was wrong.

And he was back in the North Pole, joined with the millions of other spirits. He felt himself rise with the ocean as he took the form of a giant Koi fish.

"Let us punish these moon slayers for what they have done."

"Yes let us." A million other voices whispered in unison.

"He felt his giant mass tacking a step forward as he welcomed this new power this new knowledge. He felt like he could do anything but that was not his job, no his job was to punish. The beast he was concealed inside began walking. As he walked he turned to the side looking down an alley. He saw two groups, one a group of waterbenders paying him homage as they should, he also saw a group of firebenders raising their arms against him. He scoffed sending a wave of water at them taking them all to the sea. He continued walking towards the harbor seeing more groups, all of the waterbenders bowing in respect and all of the firebenders thinking they could take him but instead where drowned.

As approached the harbor he saw a huge armada of fire nation ships. He sent a colossal wave at the nearest one sinking it then began pounding at the other ships with water, sinking some and pushing others back out to sea. Right when he finished destroying enough of the fleet he looked up and saw the moon, full in its self. He felt himself being deposited on a shelf of snow and then he felt himself return to Toph's floor. He gasped tired from the amount of work he had just done.

"Nazca are you alright?" he heard Toph ask.

"Yeah," he croaked, he was blind again but he could sense the particles of water. He then realized his head was still bleeding and he brought some water from the ground outside and healed it. He now felt a lot better. He now knew what he had to do, he knew what the old man's word's meant. And he was ready.

It was a sunny day and Nazca was tired. It had been a couple of day since the incident with the moon and Nazca was wondering how he was going to set this up so that he could learn without suspicion. He then realized that all he had to do was practice with Toph, watch her then try it late at night. All of the sudden he hated this world and how it had taken Katara, Suki, and Yue away from him. He wanted them back. Now. He felt himself harnessing his energy in anger and desperation.

Then he wasn't there. He was laying on the ground of a giant stadium. He looked up and saw a man dressed in a green uniform and he immediately knew that this man was responsible for his suffering. He stood up the air swirling around him, lifting him in the air. He swatted this green man away with a chunk of rock. He then turned his attention to the green man's allies, swatting them away in the same manor. Then as he reached the height of his power he felt his spirit being pulled away. He heard the old man's voice that had talked to him while he was at the North Pole.

"It's time you learned."

He felt himself being pulled along, seeing strange landscapes as the old man talked, "The avatar state is a defense mechanism designed to give the current avatar all the power of the past avatar. The glowing is the past avatar's focusing their energy through you. In this state you are at your most powerful but you are also at your most vulnerable. If you are killed while you are in the avatar state the cycle will be broken and the avatar will cease to exist."

He then felt himself returning to his body but then out of nowhere a hand seized him. He watched the one boy return to his body. Then he turned around and faced the old man who was holding him.

"We need to talk," the old man said.

"As you know you are an avatar. Like Aang, the boy you just saw and myself, Avatar Roku, the avatar before Aang, you have dominion over the four elements. Your existence could swing the fate of the war and ensure that the fire nation does not prevail. However your very existence is extremely delicate. A hundred years ago Aang vanished from the world as he had been frozen in an iceberg. We as the avatar spirits believed that the world was lost without Aang. We waited many years for him to return but he never did. Sixteen years ago we decided that we had to do something. We decided we would create a new avatar, one who was not part of the avatar cycle. We blessed you as a prince hoping that your parents could hire men to train you but destiny had different plans.. The ocean blessed you as well and you where moved to the southern water tribe and you know the rest. You are a great factor in decided the fate of the world but your existence is very fragile. The fire nation will not hesitate to kill you if they discover your true identity. Also your coexistence with Aang is destructive. You are not part of the avatar cycle but you are still an avatar and if Aang learns that I am afraid only chaos will follow." Roku began leading him back to his own body, "I don't know why but as you know whenever Aang goes into the avatar state he brings you with him and you body for some reason is left there helpless and very vulnerable this is a very big problem that we will have to solve. Also Nazca you need to know that you are going to learn fire bending next after you are done here with Toph and that the only way you can do that is if you go into the fire nation. Jeong Jeong would not be a wise teacher seeing as he already knows who the avatar is and so you will have to learn from the enemy. Good luck," Roku said, then Nazca felt his spirit return to his body. Then he passed out.

So graceful, so beautiful. He and Toph where both practicing their bending far away from civilization. Toph was in deep concentration doing what she did best. Nazca was spinning a funnel of water around him not really paying attention to it, in reality he was watching Toph and her moves. He watched that she attacked the rock with no fear. She held her ground like a rock, punching each one, determined to make it move. He paid attention to her for the rest of the time noting every move that she made. Then all of the sudden Toph turned to him and yelled, "NAZCA! YOU MIGHT WANT TO TONE IT DOWN A BIT."

Nazca stopped focusing on her and came back to himself. He realized that he had accidentally created a hurricane, or at least something along the lines of it. It was a giant spiraling funnel of water. Nazca released his hold on it and it slowly collapsed, sending water in all directions.

"That was cool," Nazca said.

"What did you do, it sounded like a hurricane?"

"Well it kind of was." He said smiling.

That night Nazca stood far away from civilization. He made sure that no one was any where nearby, then he found a decent size boulder about twice the size of him. He walked in front of it and concentrated, unsure whether or not this would work. It was what he believed the man meant, what else could he have been suggesting. Nazca took a deep breath and then punched the rock.

"AHHHHH."

His hand was cut open from the force of the blow causing it to start to bleed.

"STUPID ROCK!" he yelled kicking the rock. He expected pain to shoot up his foot seeing as he had just made another stupid choice, but instead he felt his foot collide with the rock and push the rock. He expanded his mind just in time to see the rock fly fifty feet in the air and land somewhere far away.

He was right. He felt energy flow through him as he realized he was right. He began searching through his mind to find this new element and he found it. A whole new world seemed to appear as he felt the vibrations traveling all around him as the rock that he kicked finished tumbling. Ecstatic with his discovery he began experimenting, sending rocks flying everywhere. The entire night went on as Nazca kept on trying different things, getting better as he went on until he had mimicked exactly every move Toph had accomplished.

The next morning he awoke in the pasture that he had been practicing in and sat up expecting a fight. He reached out with his mind and was able to see farther and more precise now that he was using this new ability. He got up and brushed himself off ready to go back to Toph, then he stopped. He was done here. It was time to move on. He knew that he was done learning here and that it was time he continued on his journey. He realized he needed to send a message so that the other avatar knew what he was looking for. He thought about it then realized what he needed to do. He put his palm down on the ground, concentrated for a little bit then he felt his consciousness traveling a great distance. Then he felt his eyes open and he took in his surroundings, he was in a swamp staring at a group of three kids. He recognized them immediately, Katara and Sokka being his adoptive family and the other he recognized must be Aang, his shape seeming to take the same one he had visualized when he first saw him. All of the sudden he saw vines that had been entangling the group, he saw them tighten and awaken the group right before the vines dragged them off. He saw the three kids all separated and he knew now was his time to act. He brought an image of Toph out of his mind and presented it to Aang along with a flying boar hoping to represent the Bei Fong family. He kept the image of Toph out of reach of the avatar moving her in the direction of Sokka and Katara. He then turned to his sister Katara and brought out an image of their mother and presented it to her. He saw her run over to it and stop once she realized it was a root. She was exactly where Nazca wanted her. Then he found Sokka and thought about what to present to him. Then it hit him. Sokka's memories seemed to fly through his mind as he watched him and Yue hanging out, then the siege of the northern water tribe, he saw the moon killed by some insolent firebender, then he saw Yue give her life for the moon, Yue had been given life by the moon and she had to return the favor. Nazca then began to present an image of Yue but instead realized he could do one better. He set the avatar up so that he would run right into Katara and then he pulled out of the vision. He felt his conciseness return to the spot. He then reached out with his mind as far as it would go and he began speaking.

"Hey sis, I'm sorry about what happened, I wish this war didn't exist so that we could have stayed together, but know I can't ever live up to my promise unless the ocean spirit falls into some trouble and I got to go save it with my life force," Nazca laughed to himself , tears starting to creep out of his eyes, "Anyway I was wondering if you could swing by Sokka and give him a boost of morale. Thanks. I'll miss you. Love you."

Nazca brought his mind back to immediate surroundings and began to cry. His sister was dead. He sat there crying for ten minutes just sitting there with his head in his hands. There was too much pain in this world and he just wanted to leave. This place really pissed him off there was good but it was a small speck in the darkness and Nazca didn't want to live in that world anymore. He got up and realized that he was, no matter the price, he was going to end this. And now, now it was time to learn firebending.