Wind
Prompt by: Adin the Defender
Disclaimer: Do not own Avatar
Pairings: None
I promise I will update my other stories soon! I just got hit with inspiration! Please R&R!
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Gyatso walked out of the meeting hall with a heavy heart. He knew that the council was wrong in their decision. They treated Aang as if he was a tool, a weapon that was to be under their control. That was something he could not allow to happen.
When he had learned of the death of his old friend he had vowed to be the protector of the new Avatar and he intended to keep that promise. He knew that once he left with Aang things would become extremely difficult for them. He turned to his chambers and began to pack the few necessities for their journey.
The way of the Nomads had become corrupt. Power hungry men were now in control and let fear rule their lives and decisions. The old monk knew that the only way Aang could fully become the savior they needed was to live the true life of a nomad. The two would fly out and go wherever the wind would take them. Aang already lived like that in many ways. He often feared the day that destiny would blow in and take the young Avatar away from him.
The monk had completed his preparations and sat on his floor to meditate. He would give Aang some more time to keep this life he was accustomed to. There was no need to hurry; they did not plan to take him away just yet. If there was anything Gyatso was a master at, it was patience. He calmed himself and allowed his mind to focus and connect with the spiritual plane until he felt the time was right to fetch Aang.
Slowly the monk opened his eyes and discovered that he had waited longer than he had intended. There was a storm out and something in his mind was telling him to hurry. He quickly ambled up and walked at a brisk pace to Aangs room.
When Gyatso got to his room and discovered it empty, instead of fear he was filled with a sense of peace. Even though the wind and rain raged outside the small window, something told Gyatso that everything would be just fine. Destiny had come just like the wind, and had blown Aang out of the old monk's life and forward into other's lives.