A Place in This World
No one really knows where Avatar Aang and his beloved Lady Katara are buried other than their children and the children of their close friends and relatives.
There are rumors, speculations of where their bodies are laying in everlasting sleep. They weave around and into towns and cities alike, capturing people's attention in their exaggerated glory.
People whisper that they are sealed off in a cave, in the deep mountains on any of the four nations, dressed in the finest clothing; their coffins gilded with enough gold to sustain a nation for years. Some say that they were sent out to sea, put on a boat and alit or simply allowed to drop to the bottom to become one with the creatures and life unseen. Others believe that they were buried on a turtle-lion's back, the beast being humble enough to take care of their bodies with its vast knowledge and years.
But for the people who know, they just chuckle at the passing guesses.
Because where those two special people really are is simple and easy to pass by.
The bodies are side-by-side on a small, green hill that overlooks the ocean and has the wind moving the grass all day and night. There is only one grave stone that has their names on humble rock, probably pulled up from the beach below from its smooth surface. Sometimes there are flowers on the spot, as their relatives visit to pay their dues and thanks. And sometimes travelers come across of it, but they always seem to know not to divulge the information.
Because it's a special place, and if word got out, it would be trampled. The grass wouldn't flow with the wind and the ocean breezes' salty sprays would be overtaken by people rushing to see.
So the travelers pay their respect and move on, a secret in their pocket and their steps feeling a little lighter.
And the two resting souls watch from above and smile in appreciation for the people they had helped save.