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12

Aang's Perspective

As he dropped to the ground, Aang was aware of dark clouds swirling in the sky. A thick layer of fog blanketed the area around him, and the air had taken on a purplish hue. Aang sat up, rubbing his head, before he realized where they were. Camp Half-Blood. How had they gotten here? The answer became apparent as Jason sat up beside him, groaning. A tremor shook the earth, and Aang scrambled back as the land beneath him began to crack, fracturing in different places. Aang jumped to his feet, helping Jason up, and studied his surroundings. Although it was still daytime, the sun was blocked by a viel of mist, and gostly voices whispered in hushed tones.

The fog above him swirled faster, and a dozen black bolts of lightning shot out of it, landing in one direct spot in front of Aang, and causing him to jump back in suprise. A laugh echoed through the camp as Chaos emerged from the spot where the lightning bolts had hit. "Impressive," he chuckled, toying with a cobalt crystal that sat in a ring upon his fourth finger. "I'll admit, that was not something that I was expecting, traveling halfway across the world in a matter of five minutes. But no matter. I'll deal with you soon enough. My victory is inevitable."

A swirling sphere of darkness formed around Chaos' pointer finger, and he pointed it at the camp's lake. A stream of shadows arced towards the water, twisting in the air, and spinning unnatrally. The darkness entered the water, and Aang rushed over along with the others to check on what happened. At first, it seemed like the water had not been affected. The liquid had maintained its clear, smooth surface, but as Aang studied it, the changes became apparent. The water swirled around in a slow, sluggish motion, growing faster every minute. The reflection in the water was not only that of the hazy mist-obscured sky, but also of two very different, other skies, both bright blue with fluffy flouds in them.

The water turned purple, churning faster now, and small flecks of red and blue could be seen, swirling within it. The water began to glow, the earie light shining into the sky, and, as Aang watched, began to expand. The water touched the land, and turned into thick smog, engulfing the camp, and sucking smaller objects into it. Wind whipped past Aang, forming a funnel in the middle of the thick fog. "It's a portal!" Annabeth shouted, a hand shielding her from the wind. "We have to seal it, before he has a chance to destroy everything!" Aang could barely nod his head, much less respond, but he did the best he could to shoot bolts of lightning at the portal, which was rapidly growing.

Chaos laughed behind him, as the portal's glow turned harsher, spinning so fast, it looked like a blur. The scenes inside the portal began to dissolve, crumbling into dust which was swept away inside the smoke and mist of the portal. "Give up!" Chaos commanded. "You will never succeed! Even now, your worlds are dying, being sucked back into the primordial mists of the Gap! Why try to stop me?" For a moment, he had Aang convinced. What was even the point of being a hero, if you were just going to dye? But then Aang remembered Katara, and Sokka, and all the others who had stuck by him for so long on this journey, and he new that he couldn't give up.

With a roar, he siezed Jason's arm, and felt himself rising into the air, as a funnel cloud formed around them. Flying bits of gravel and dirt were swept away into the storm, as Aang shouted in deffiyance, focusing all of his mental and physical strength on one spot: The portal.

Wind formed a massive projectile, and, in unison, Jason and Aang shot it towards the growing fog, pushing it with their minds. The two forces collided, and a blast flung Aang to the ground. Aang wiped away tears, trying to ignore the pain, as he squinted through the ever-growing fog at the portal.

It was still there. Aang deflated, his muscles collapsed, and his head fell, aching. A slow, menacing chuckle reverberated through the camp, as Chaos stepped forward, robes blowing back in the wind. "You are weak," he told Aang, but adressing everybody. "All of you are weak! It took you so long to figure out the signs that had lasted for millenia, fortelling my return and my victory. And when your puny little friend Sokka was kidnapped, you didn't hesitate walking into a trap! Your loyalty for one another is foolish! Give up!"

After a moment, Hazel stood, her hands clenched, and her face defiant. "Your wrong, Chaos!" she screamed over the wind, her voice loud and clear. "You think that our loyalty is petty, and that it comes from a source of weakness. But your wrong. It comes from a source of strength! With every sacrifice that we make for eachother, we grow stronger, not weaker!"

Frank stood beside her, an arrow knocked in his bow. "She's right," he agreed, his voice hard. "We came for Sokka, we risked everything for him, not because we were being foolish, but because he is one of us! Whatever you say, whatever horrible things you do, may be powerful because you're strong, or because your a god! But our strength- that comes from loyalty to eachother!" One by one, everybody stood, all in agreement for once. Annabeth stepped forward. "You will never win, Chaos! Because no matter how strong you think you are, no matter how much power you have gained over the centuries, we have eachother, which is more than enough to best you!" Chaos snarled, and is eyes narrowed. "Foolish words, young girl!" he warned. "You have barely seen even a fragment of my potential!"

Annabeth didn't respond. Instead, she turned to the rest of them, her eyes narrowed, and her jaw set. "Are you ready?" she asked. The others nodded in agreement, knowing exactly what to do. They formed a circle, connecting hands, and the wind around them picked up. As they rose into the air, instead of their eyes glowing, light shone from each of them, spiraling in a bright vortex above them. Images and scenes played in the vortex. Katara, breaking the ice that had incased Aang for a hundred years. Percy, fighting Ares, the god of war. Sokka, learning how to fight with the Kyoshi Warriors. Annabeth, crying when she thought Percy was dead.

Each scene that played represented a memory from one of the thirteen holding hands. Each one, a part of their lives where significant things had happened, and when they had felt the strongest connections to eachother. Water, earth, fire, and air mixed together into one, swirling comet of power, shining with light more powerful than the portal. The comet shot towards the portal, and a blinding light flashed through the camp.

Aang's eyes fluttered open. A massive crater was gouged into the earth where the lake had once been. The only signs of Chaos were a few swirling lights where the portal was, and nothing else. Slowly, Aang lifted his head. "Did-" he stammered, not wanting to hear the answer. "Did we do it?" His answer came in the form of a massive hug from Katara. Aang embraced her back, and the two rocked back and forth as more came, cheering, and joined in, wrapping their arms around eachother, exclaiming happily. Aang smiled, but it quickly faded when he realized what would happen next. He lowered his head as the demigods cleared a path for them, heading towards the remnants of the lake. Aang turned to the demigods. Immidiately, Katara broke down in tears, and even Sokka wiped his eyes. They embraced their friends, hugging, and whispering goodbyes, before the each took a long breath, and faced the lake.

"When we destroyed the portal," Annabeth explained. "A few bits were left behind. We belive that those remnants will be enough to send you home." Aang nodded, wiping away tears, before he embraced each of the seven one last time. Then, he headed for the portal, took a deep breath, and jumped in.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S ALL OVEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR! *Sobs uncontrollably* Thank you all so much by sticking by me, and reading this story. I hope you liked it.

-Forest Bird