Prompt: Smoke
She searches desperately for Aang. If this is how everything ends, she needs to be by his side.
And then she sees him, rising in a beam of brilliant light. His eyes have the blank glow of the Avatar state, but he is calm and purposeful. For the first time he is the Avatar and he is Aang, united and whole.
Her heart swells with pride and love. He is light and joy and hope.
Lightning crackles and Aang convulses. He plummets, trailing smoke, toward the unforgiving stone far below.
Katara, weeping, shapes her grief and rage into a typhoon.