So, this is the last thing I plan on posting for Avatar the Last Airbender. It was a good run, guys. I look back at my first story I posted on this site and can't believe how far I've come as a writer. I started off hating writing and now it's one of my favorite pastimes. To all of my reviewers for all of my stories: thank you. I don't know where I'd be without your support and advice. You don't realize how amazing you really are. I wanted this last story to be kind of reminiscent and this song that inspired it doesn't relate to the story lyric wise, but the feeling of the story in general. This is for arizony, Aryck1095, WanderingChild96, Katsumara for giving me some awesome reviews and ESPECIALLY for any Zutara fan who has read my stuff and enjoyed it. Without further ado…
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender but I'm glad because then how could I be a part of the fandom? P.S. I don't own Strawberry Avalanche by Owl City either
Strawberry Avalanche
The warm summer days in the Fire Nation were stark contrast to the dark, cold winter that the South Pole was experiencing right now. It was a lazy day. There were no important meetings, no dinners or lunches to go to, and the Freedom Festival wouldn't start until this evening. So while his wife in younger children were sleeping in the warm shade, the Avatar shared a quiet picnic with his eldest on the soft grass of a hill that overlooked the capital city.
They lie there on the grass now, having finished their food. And the Avatar told his eldest her favorite tale. He told her of the five great friends who set out to save the world. He told her of their great adventures that took them to every nation, every corner of the globe. He told her of their triumphs and failures. He told her how he met her mother, how they fell in love. He told her of how her uncle was always the meathead of the group, and the only non-bender. But how he was fiercely protective of his family and an amazing warrior and master swordsman. He told her of her godmother, the legendary Blind Bandit. Even though she was tough on the outside, there was more to her than meets the eye. And he told his daughter of the banished prince. How for the longest time, he was the enemy, constantly trying to capture the Avatar and restore his honor. But he became a great ally, even though their initial meeting was awkward and strained. Always saving the best for last, he told her about her mother. How she found him in an iceberg after he had been frozen for one hundred years. She was his best friend. They traveled to the North Pole together shortly after meeting to find a waterbending master together. She fought bravely against traditions and was taught what was reserved for men alone. After leaving the North Pole, she became his master and to this day is known as the greatest waterbender the world has ever seen.
Even though she had heard the story a million times, the Avatar's daughter knew she'd never tire of hearing old tales about the Gaang. And sitting there on the quiet hillside, reminiscing about the good old days, the pair felt a sense of contentment crash over them like an avalanche.
I know this isn't my best work. Far from it. If you want some of that, go check out the Peace Meeting or Glass Roses if you haven't already. But idk, I just wanted to pay tribute to the awesome times I had with Avatar, from watching it the day it first aired, to the great shipping wars of words and art, to the grand finale. I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did. Now I put my fandom with Avatar the Last Airbender to rest. Ave Atque Vale.