015 "The Last Air-Bender" by Abraxas 2009-12-29
I hope to be worthy.
The work is finished. I am untroubled as the ghost of my past is at rest. Like caterpillar to butterfly, Zuko is cast, a man named Fire Eye is arisen. As I charge into sunset I know the future is ahead.
"We will not be long," Sokka says to Katara atop the stallion.
Family waits a few days' ride away. Past the jagged ridge of hills. Along a stream where the village is pitched. No, it will not be long, we cannot be too far.
We are armed with a flyer when we catch the trail.
I ride driven by a vision. I was not dreaming when I saw it. It was real, as real as the smoke that choked the sun, the hole that swallowed the ranch.
I stand by a tree while Sokka sits at the campfire. A cold, bitter air stirs the branches and rustles its leaves. I shiver, clasped by Nature, yet I feel safe. Accepted.
How you hide like a dream. We touched and I know I am part of you. I feel you there. In the sky. In the earth. You are the water I drink and the food I eat. Even in the flames of fire you hide.
Or did I only imagine it? So much seems unreal.
Sokka's arm rests onto my shoulder; my arm wraps about his waist.
"What if we find him?"
Against Sokka's chest I sigh. A silky, purple flower seems to bloom out of my hand. It shivers and I warm it with my touch.
"I don't know."
You are like destiny - but twice you awoke my nature.
At daybreak we mount the horse.
We ride while your trail is fresh. I intend to find you again. I know you are there. Avatar...
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