A/N: ZOMG how did I forget about this fic? So sorry! Here's the next vignette: Aang. Sorry for bad(ish) writing.

(BTW I don't own Avatar.)


Aang: Just Gray, Not Glowing White


It's been a while since the siege of the North Pole, but I remember the end of it so clearly—it was scary. I could hear La's silent screams of grief at the loss of his lifelong counterpart. It was La's maddening drive for revenge that frightened me the most, though.

I think to myself that I didn't do that; it was the doing of La and all the past Avatars. It wasn't me who killed all those people. It wasn't me.

I tell that to myself after every time I enter the Avatar State. I hate it—it's not me. It's not me.

The Avatar Spirit is so powerful, but it isn't my spirit. Dear Spirits, I hope, I believe, I know it isn't me.

All the world sees in me is the Avatar Spirit. Katara only followed me because of my bending ability—if I hadn't been able to Airbend, would she have paid me as much attention or hoped in me as much?

I'm only important because of my power, the Spirit inside of me. People see me, and they see the Avatar.

For once, just once, I wish someone could see just Aang. I wish my own spirit would be greater than the Avatar Spirit, just once.

I wish the world could look into my gray eyes and see just gray, not glowing white.