Told by La
I have missed the Avatar.
I'm sure my Twi missed him, too, but not as much as I have.
For a hundred years is a long time to go without feeling complete, without the Avatar bending me. A hundred years is many phases of the moon, many tides, and many circles in our little oasis.
Time means nothing to me, but suddenly, I hate these one hundred years.
The breezes that glide over my oceans are happy, the air is at peace, and the air is complete because the Avatar has mastered it. But I am restless, and so is the Earth, for when I lap against it I feel its quakes. I imagine the Fire feels the same way.
We all miss the Avatar, for although he lies in my oceans, he is wrapped in a pocket of air, and I cannot feel him, and he does not move me.
And so when the Southern girl who loves me frees him, I am happy. And when he begins to travel to the North Pole to master me, I am very happy.
But while he travels he only bends me with his Spirit, and I can feel my other Avatars, Roku, Kyoshi, and so on, but I want to feel my new Avatar bend me. I want to be mastered by Aang.
And the Southern girl offers to teach him, and I am very, very happy.
And his lessons progressed, and he became better, and he takes his time to learn me, and make sure every move is exactly like his teacher shows, but although he learns me slowly, it is nothing compared to the one hundred long years of waiting.
He shall master me -the water- soon, and I shall be as happy as the air.
Note: Yeah, I know I'm a weirdo for writing a chapter from the point of view of Water, but it sounded like a cool idea in my head…
This concludes my little "water" series, and next up shall be earth!