Aang's Dream

A baby boy, probably the age of 11/2, toddled up to his mother. He had bright gray eyes, and he wore airbender clothes. His head was covered in short dark brown hair.

"Come here, Aang!" His mother encouraged the laughing baby. She too, wore an airbender dress, and a bright blue arrow protruded from her hairline. Her eyes, like Aang's, were a beautiful shade of gray.

Baby Aang squealed happily as his mother picked him up, then turned around to face the other person in the room.

"Da!" He yelled holding out his arms. "Come here, my little airbender" a gruff voice cooed. A tall man with light brown hair swung his happy baby around.

"Oh Aang, I'm going to miss you so much" he breathed. But Aang paid no attention, as he was busy pulling his father's hair.

"Lao Chi?" The woman asked tentatively. "Do you think…do you think we could…write a list for Aang, just telling him how he's like us? I mean, I know the only thing we are allowed to give him is a piece of paper, but…"

"I think it's perfect, Tai" replied Lao Chi.

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Suddenly 12 year old Aang found himself in the Southern Air Temple, about 111 years ago. He watched as his mother and father carried him to Gyatso, gave him a slip of paper, then left. He remembered how alone he felt. How scared he was. How scared…

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"Ma?" asked Aang. Why was his mommy ignoring him? He want this strange man holding him!

"MA?" Again, more desperately.

"Da?"

After a couple of minutes, Aang began to realize that his parents weren't coming back. Suddenly he began to kick and scream.

"Mommy! Daddy! NOO! NO!" Aang kicked Monk Gyatso, accidentally using airbending as well. He screamed and hollered and yelled.

"Maa!"

12 year old Aang watched his 1 year old self and turned away, feeling guilty. How could he treat Monk Gyatso like that?

"There, there, Aang, it's okay." Gyatso soothed. "Let me tell you about your parents since you cannot read."

"Your mother, child, is a powerful airbender. You got that from her, I can tell. She had dark brown hair like you, and her eyes are gray, just like yours."

Aang began to calm down as he listened to the monotonous, soothing tone of Gyatso's voice.

"Your father has a rough sounding voice, just like yours. He is an extremely kind-hearted and sensitive person. I hope you will be too."

Now Aang wasn't crying, and he rested his head on Gyatso's shoulder.

"Mommy…Da…" he whimpered.

Suddenly 12 year old Aang, who was listening to Gyatso sing, jerked up. What was that noise? Suddenly, a vortex appeared out of nowhere... it was sucking him into it!

"Aah!"

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"Aaah!" Aang screamed, jumping up. Oh. Wait a minute. It was a dream. Only a dream. Aang sighed and looked to the sky. Where were his parents now? Where they in heaven?

"Where'd you go...I miss you so" He sang softly.

"Seems like it's been forever, that you've been gone. Please come back home..." Aang's voice cracked and a tear ran down his cheek.

Aang whimpered and laid down on his side as torrents of tears cascaded down his face.

"Mommy...Daddy..." he sobbed.

Unbeknownst to Aang, Katara had been watching him in his sleep, and was still watching when he woke.

"Oh Aang," she sighed. "You're not the only one who's hurting"

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Hey everyone! I hope you liked my story. It was supposed to be sad and depressing...but I am not sure how sad it is. Can you rate my story from 1-10, with 10 being the saddest?

Thanks! Also, this isn't the end. I am going to make another story connecting with this, and then a third. Hopefully all of the titles will connect (as I'm writing this I have no title for my story.