For the sake of my sanity and the true identity of the show, there needs to be a little bit of humor...
I was finally awake. My time spent sleeping and eating and whatever Katara did to help was forgotten. I thought it all has a dream, but this morning I finally awoke and my world was suddenly real. It was as if I had slept for but a night, but I knew by my horrible stench that I had been recovering for at least a few days. I was indeed smelly and gross and all I wanted to do for the moment was brush my teeth. I sat up from my bed, I was alone except for the threatening fire that was still burning fiercely. (geeze that would take a lot of wood). I rolled away from the flames while still tucked in my blanket.
I kicked my legs and arms free, wrapped the cloth around my shoulders and tried to stand. My legs were shaking and knees wobbling, but I was able to do it. I felt like my age, 116 years old. I am cold, in fact I cannot remember not being cold since I got off that little boat. The fire still seemed uninviting to me. I just needed a little movement and excersize and I would be warm and toasty all on my own in no time.
Looking around the patio that I had been nestled on made me think twice about what I had heard the few days before. There was nothing out on this wide ledge except for the large fire pit I had recently scurried away from. The hallucination of hearing the avatar and his friends (I was completely ruling out the very notion of a firebender) must have been created to cope with the situation, but then who had helped me these past few days? I tightened my grasp on the blanket's edge and wobbled left to right as I headed for the inner chambers of the Temple. Things didn't seem right I was getting a bad feeling about the place. Perhaps I was simply paranoid or the cold was getting to me.
"Hello?" I spoke with my voice nearly cracking under usage. The word echoed down the corridor I was in. My muscles were buzzing and I could feel the adrenaline already being pumped into my system. Why was I so afraid, there was no one here. I began to panic; my breath shortened, my pace quickened until I was gasping for air while I sprinted down the hallway. I recognized where I was, at the next corner was my room, my old room which I had made my own with secret passageway and multiple hidden compartments. There were all sorts of things I had collected and hidden in there, maybe the familiarity would calm me down. Maybe if I could just make it into that room and sit on whatever was left of my rug then I could think things through. I needed to let peace settle back, I was a tolerant and calm person, I was never afraid, I was never scared, not anymore...
I flung the door open and tripped on the immediate stairs that led into my room. I finally regained composure after panting on the floor for a few minutes. I felt sure I had recovered from my fear, I was safe, it was absurd to ever think that I was in any danger after all I was in an air temple it wasn't as if anyone but an airbender would want to live here. There was nothing to worry about...
Why were there duel broadswords hanging on my wall?
I jumped up pin-straight and began backtracking out of my room. If there was someone here, there would be no use of the secret passage way it would have been found out already. I stopped at the bottom step out of the room. Cautiously, I looked around and seeing myself alone thought this over. I knew how to handle broadswords. There was a potential threat in the vicinity. Put two and two together and I was just walking away from my possible only hope of safety. I quickly retrieved the blades and headed back into the hallway. Armed and ready I headed for the surface. If I could just make it to the woods I could survive from there, live long enough until destiny would stop playing these games with me and actually put me to use. Then after over a century of wanting to kill myself I would finally be allowed to die.
How sweet of destiny to ignore me,
How sweet of fate to take me.
The back staircase was hardly used even when the temple was bustling with activity. Now, grown over with cobwebs and infested with little vermin it looked hardly passable. However, there was no other way for me to get out, limited supplies and being unable to airbend was definitely a con in my situation.
Maybe, just maybe, whoever had been so seemingly hospitable to me was actually on the good side. Maybe it was even the avatar and his friends, that would solve all my current and most of my past problems in a pinch. I could beat the living daylights out of Aang and teach him all about the spirit world. That would be like hitting two birds with one stone.
Hmm... and about the broadswords... maybe Sokka actually learned how to sword fight in these past few weeks. That was a definite possibility.
Oh the Irony!