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Spirit

Arms outspread mimicking the wings of the small sparrow-finches that flitted overhead, the small boy ran down the hill. The momentum building as faster and faster his little legs moved, gravity puling him down. Just as the ground began to level off and he was at his fastest he felt he could take off and join the small birds in the vast sky. This did not happen of course and he would tumble to the ground laughing before climbing the hill to start over again. Maybe this time.

"The wind will carry you, it supports something inside of you even lighter than air and that something takes over when you fly"-Teo

The sky was calm, bright blue with wisps of clouds lazily floating by. His mother gripped his hand firmly as they walked home. He itched to break free and run ahead. A tremor paused the village for a moment and then life went on. Until a frantic man ran through the village yelling. Only phrases broke through the sudden chaos that had erupted. "Dam", "Broken", "Water" where all he heard before he saw the fear in his mother's eyes. He followed her gaze to the sky, no not the sky; there were no clouds just a solid wall of blue. A wall that was moving towards them. Fast. The water rushed forward with more destructive force than the entire Fire Nation Navy. It was merciless as it washed away carts, homes and people. His mother began to run, dragging him behind. His legs pumped up and down as his heart thumped in his ears and his breath came in sharp gasps. His arms ached from being pulled along and fire ran through his pounding blood. They raced as fast as they could to the hill, the highest ground, safety. It wasn't fast enough. He felt the water rush over him. He felt his mother's hand slip away, pulled away by the uncaring water. He felt the painful cold that knocked out his last breath and the force of it all hitting him like a brick-wall. The world was muffled and dimmed, a suffocating silence. He saw the black begin to eat away at the edges of his vision as he desperately looked for a flash of green, his mother's dress. Bodies and debris floated around him in an unworldly dance, water pulling and pushing, taking him away from his mother and into the blackness. When finally his tortured lungs could no longer sustain his starving brain everything disappeared into darkness and water.

"Teo, Teo where are you, Please TEO please where are you son".

His eyes opened slowly, his head felt like a lead weight but there was surprisingly very little pain. He tried to move to shout but nothing came. Desperation climbed up his chest as the one familiar voice began to fade into the hundred unfamiliar ones, all crying for someone they lost. He would die here, alone, the stone slab that lay on top of him, his grave-stone. As he thought this, something stronger, something lighter then the crushing heaviness screamed "NO". "Dad, dad I'm here, DAD". Running feet and then his father's face, devoid of its usual spectacles, covered in cuts and blood, appeared. Tears welling up in his eyes "It's okay, I'll get help, I'll get you out, its okay I promise.

So with the help of those who could give it and his father's idea of using a wooden post as levrage to make it easier, the slab was lifted and Teo was pulled free. He did not feel the weight leave his legs, they were still heavy, unmovable but their was no pain, no feeling just an impression of heaviness .His father carried him as they helped the rest of the survivors. He was filled with pride as his father, the inventor used what he could from the debris to free people or build stretcher and splints, no doubt saving lives. All the while they searched for his mother. His voice grew hoarse from yelling "Mom, mom where are you, MOM", but no answer came, no answer ever came.

The lucky ones had been washed onto the high-ground; they stared at the former valley where they had lived, now a lake. A lake and a grave. With heavy hearts and light packs, there was not much left to carry, they wandered, seeking a new home.

One day they came across a deserted temple, up high, safe. They made a home on top of the remains of a long lost culture, changing what they had to, to survive. Teo rolled around exploring the temple, fascinated by the pictures of what looked like flying beasts and their owners, this his father noticed and invented.

Teo brought the wheelchair (one of his father's ingenious inventions) to the edge of the temple which overlooked a deep chasm and he let himself fall. He felt the air rush around him and he caught it with the glider he held outstretched like wings. It lifted him up into the sky like a sparrow-finch.

The flood had taken his home, his legs and his mother.

But he had a new home, wings to take the place of his legs and he knew his mother was watching joyfully as he soared through the bright blue sky.

And with him something stronger, something lighter soared too.

"Spirit that's the something you talking about"-Aang

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