A/N Alright, this is an uber-depressing little snippet and a oneshot. Aang comtemplates his own non-mortality and the mortality of others. Sorry for any of you that read my other story, at least I'm getting something out this week. THe next chapter should be up soon. THe next couple chapter sare actually planned out. Trust me thy're good. Alright Depressed angsty Aang
I fly through the air. I look down on all the people so small below. They move so much slower. They crawl at a snails pace to me. Is this how they felt, all of my past lives living in the spirit world, living in me?
This freedom I feel from flying my glider. I feel like I could go anywhere overcome any obstacle. I have taken other people with me; they say that it was the greatest sense of freedom, to move about the world on a whim, to not be subject to gravity, to height, to borders, or limits of the land and water. Yet this is the only freedom I'll ever get. I'm trapped in the sky, in the greatest freedom, but I'm still trapped. There is nothing greater than the freedom in the skies, or so they have told me, but still the greater freedom is to go anywhere, overcome any obstacle, I'll never overcome this cycle I'll never go beyond reincarnation.
The wind rushes past me, I twirl and swoop through the air. I see those that I love on he ground, and those that I did love in my mind. Giatso, he was my teacher and my friend. He said I would look at the world like it was a marble and I could bring justice to those who deserved it. He always told me that I would fly so far that I would look down on the world from the top of the sky.
How wrong he was. In the end he has flown farther than me. He is up in heaven. In that perfect place called Nirvana, heaven, bliss. And here I am trapped here on earth. What about the justice of my soul, have I not committed enough benevolent acts to release my soul from this prison? Haven't my acts warranted my parole from this cycle of never ending life?
I realize that I have memories from so long ago that village elders might ask me what happened before them, and even before their elders growing up. So many life times on earth, all of it just the longest prison term. I'm never going to leave the world. I won't get to fly beyond the top of the sky. I won't get to be with those that I love. Those that promised that they would never leave. In the end they'll all go past me. Fly higher than me. They will see the world as a pinprick of the universe. And all I'll see is a marble, while I look down from the top of the sky, but I'll always look up to them.