Chapter Fifteen Underwater

Nazca had been following the bison for a couple of days. He had lost it for some time after it escaped from a circus but he quickly found it again. He began following it as it flew. It was a couple of days before the bison reached his destination. The eastern air temple. It took Nazca a short time to scale the temple, using a variety of earthbending and pure climbing to scale it but he soon covered the distance. As he pulled himself up and over the final ledge he gasped exhausted. It was a long climb. He lay there panting for a while until he finally recovered. He wasn't in battle right now and wanted to keep his energy high. He sat up and the ledge and inhaled. As he exhaled he pounded his palm into the ground sending vibrations through the entire structure. He felt the vibrations travel for some time and he almost believed it was abandoned except for the bison. Then he felt the guru.

He was sitting in front of the bison calmly waiting. Nazca began sprinting over to the mysterious old man. He quietly hid himself nearby and listened. He heard the guru comforting the bison and then tie a parcel to the bison's horn. He heard the guru telling the bison to bring the note to Aang. Nazca sat back relaxed as the bison lunged off and began flying away. Another crisis averted, turns out the guru was on Aang's side. Nazca stood up and began walking away when he heard a voice from behind him call, "Where are you going young child."

Nazca froze in his steps.

"I heard you when you started to leave you weren't very stealthy."

The man remained where he was not moving, just meditating. Maybe he was just talking to himself Nazca thought.

"If you think I am talking to myself you are mistaken, now come over here and greet your elder this instant."

Nazca sighed, he toyed with just leaving for a second then turned around and walked back.

"What do want from me?"

The guru exhaled, "Your future seems twisted like a coiled snake, but a snake that bites its own tail."

Nazca sighed, "I don't have time for mindless blabbering," he said standing up getting ready to leave.

"Who are you?"

Nazca was taken by surprise, "What?"

"Who are you?"

"Nazca?"

"No that is your name your parents gave to you, the question was who are you?"

Nazca stopped thinking, the question left so many answers, he was Nazca, he was the other avatar, he was an warrior, he boy, but almost a man. Nazca kept thinking, the answer seemed deeper than this somehow locked deeper within himself.

"Let me rephrase that," the guru said, "Who are you in accordance of this war?"

The answer seemed to come to him from nowhere as if he had always known it.

"I am the world's last hope."

Then he opened his eyes to a new world. He saw Katara underground with Zuko, her hand on his scar, he saw Katara leaning over Aang, healing his back, then he saw Aang's staff burning in a volcano, then he saw Aang, standing in an empty fire nation capitol city, then Zuko at Aang's knees his arms raised in surrender, then Zuko was hugging Katara, then he was being electrocuted, then Nazca saw himself, he saw himself blind, one arm a metal one, he was riding on a black dragon flying towards something, then he saw the fire nation crumbling before his feet, and then Darkness.

He gasped as he was brought back to reality. He felt different. The guru looked at him questioningly, "What did you see?"

He thought but the images where just blurs then the image of a boy dying flashed through his mind.

"Jet."

He was swimming underwater heading towards the secret caverns of old Ba Sing Se. He knew that his dying master was there and he was going to save him. He propelled himself to the bottom of the lake. When he reached it he earthbended himself into the tunnels while waterbending the water to prevent it from getting in. he fell to the tunnel ground and bended off the water. He stomped into the earth and found Jet. He sprinted over and then felt them. Katara, Sokka, Aang and Toph all in there. He felt them walking away. As they rounded the corner he sprinted into the room ignoring the silent archer, Longshot and the small girl Smellerbee who was holding Jet.

"Jet." Nazca said.

"Hey Nazca, I'm not doing to good here am I if I'm seeing you again."

"I can heal you."

"No you can't Katara already tried. Besides my time has come."

Nazca stared at him then said, "You never really know when your time is until it happens, today may not be you day."

Jet smiled, "But it is." he rolled over to face Nazca, "I know I've made some wrong decisions in the past but I've always wanted what was best for my freedom fighters."

"I know."

Jet sighed, "Death is surprisingly painful."

"Not the end."

"Kill some firebenders for me." Then Jet breathed his last.

Nazca stared at them man who had began his journey. "Your greatest enemy is your greatest ally."

He turned to Smellerbee and Longshot, "Leave now, both of you. I'm giving him a burial."

"We can help you," Smellerbee protested.

"No you can't leave now, I bringing this place down," he paused his anger starting to boil over, "And I won't be coming back."

Longshot grabbed Smellerbee and began to pull her along. At the doorway he nodded to Nazca one last time.

Nazca sat there building up his energy getting ready to release it. He would give them a minute to leave, then the place would fall. he firebender, lighting Jet on fire. Allowing his enemies and allies to become one. "You need fire."

Then he exploded.

Nazca sent the most powerful wave of fire ever seen. He smashed through the nearby wall shattering them. Then he reached out with all his might and then pulled the place down. He earthbended everything, pulling it in to him. He felt the place shatter under his might, floors and walls collapsed as they were brought under his pressure. Then the ceiling above him shattered. He felt the rocks fall on him along with the tons of water rushing in from the inside. He earthbended a shield but the force was to strong and he was knocked back. He felt himself lose conciseness and he was glad. He was ready to die.

Then he remembered. He shot up with all his might propelling himself. He felt himself fly out of the water and twenty feet into the air. He landed on the beach with perfect form.

He was the last hope.