Tranquility and peace could be found in all places. The barking chaos of a city, the endless whining screech of a vulture-wasp's hive, or even in the shadows near the staging ground for a violent rebellion. All you require is an understanding of why things happen and a willingness to accept where they will go- at least that's what Aang believed and in the end is there anything more important than one's own belief?
"So who's in charge of this shindig?"
"It's the Avatar!" "We've been sprung!" "Run!"
The cave emptied quickly, Aang gave everyone a friendly half wave and a beaming smile as they passed.
"I'm not afraid of you Avatar. I shall rise and claim the Kingdom as my own and nothing you can do will stop me." The lone remaining man stood in righteous defiance, a look of unwavering pride set upon his face.
The small flames that bordered the cave suddenly went out. The wind became harsh and erratic: like a whirlwind. The last remaining rebel squinted from the heavy gust that swept around him and all that he could see was the growing light that enveloped and consumed the teenager before him. Aang lifted off the floor as the ground began to shake. Pieces of rock fell from the roof and the air became like fire. The Avatar was suddenly inches away from the rebel- the confidence from a moment ago had vanished from the rebel's face and had been replaced by a look of pure horror.
"Boo."
In an instant the rebel was sprinting away from the cave.
The light faded, the wind ceased and Aang gave his outfit a few quick pats to get rid of some of the dirt. After a few casual glances around the cave the Avatar strolled over to the cave entrance and with a swift burst, and a snap from his glider, launched himself back towards civilisation.
A job well done.
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AN: Story over. Hope you enjoyed it. Big thanks to all the reviewers. If you want a bit more insight in to my version of any of the characters most of my stories originate in the same 'universe'- so feel free to go to town on 'em.