Interlude Ten: Aang Dreams About The Guardians
It was a pleasant day, a day not unlike many others.
Blue skies.
A slight breeze that gently filled their robes.
Aang, Katara, Sokka and Toph were together.
Life was good.
Even the Guardians were there, laughing and joking and having a good time.
But, oddly enough, two of the Guardians appeared...younger. All their clothes were different. And none had wings.
Then he was there.
Zuko!
Flames shot up and engulfed Zuko, but the nasty Prince didn't care!
Instead, he laughed, and laughed, the evil sound filling Aang's ears.
Then shadowy arms pulled Aang away from Katara and the others!
Aang was helpless!
He cried out, but the Guardians were gone!
Then, in the distance, five winged girls hung in the now stormy sky.
The Guardians?
Two of them looked like the Guardians he knew, but three looked different. Older.
Aang called out to them.
Begged them!
Pleaded for help!
But they hovered, motionless, in the ether, their vibrating wings the only evidence they possessed the ability to move.
The one who looked like an older Hay Lin had sadness etched on her face. So sad.
But even she would not lift a finger to help Aang.
"Hay Lin" only stared at Aang with those big, brown eyes of hers, then averted her gaze when it obviously became too painful to continue to watch.
Then Aang felt the Avatar State build within him, and everything went...
White.
"Ahhh!!"
Aang woke with a start, almost swimming in the sweat pouring out of his body.
"Aang?" said the concerned Katara, running into Aang's room. "I heard you cry out. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Fine. Just a dream." replied the shaken young Avatar. "Just a bad dream."
Next:
The Guardians learn bending from Sifu Aang, Sifu Katara and Sifu Toph!
But all is not sweetness and light.
There's trouble brewing, just below the surface.