[ON HIATUS for RECONSTRUCTION] Life at home was always boring. It was always the same thing, over and over again. But you couldn't complain. You had everything you needed. But soon that simple life came to an end. The last things you recall are the...
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Book 1: Water
You laid on the ground at the back of the Temple. Tossing your fruits in the air out of boredom. The lemur next to you reached out to snatch it from you. You looked up at the little guy. "Not cool, mister." He makes a little purr noise as he munches on the fruit. It was a weird mix between a pear and a peach.
Where were you?
Oh yeah. At the Southern Air temple.
You had awoken a few days ago. Finding yourself inside the room of Avatars. Laid in the center of the room. You were ridden with confusion, still was, but you wandered around. It was after the battle with the fire nation. And you could tell time did pass. Monk Gyatso was a testament to that. His flesh gone, his bones sat where he died.
It didn't take a genius to figure out where you were. You had loved Avatar since you were a wee little lad. And you found quickly that you were an airbender. You looked at the tattoos across your arms. Not your personal taste but it did make you look sick. The blue ink looked amazing on your skin. You learned to adjust to everything.
This new life of solitude.
You did find a friend though. A familiar face. Momo. At least that's what you assumed. The two of you quickly made a pact. You'd forage for food together and keep each other warm at night.
You learned a lot from Momo. On what was edible and what wasn't. You weren't by any means an outdoorsie person. You loathed the dirt. You attempted to make fire. You failed. You tried to remember the stuff you learned from Dr Stone. But nothing stuck in your head. You were stuck living like Momo...
You eventually stopped munching on the fruits. It was still early in the morning. You stared at the grass when an idea popped into your head.
You smiled in victory and held up your newest creation. A grass woven basket. "Check it out Momo. Who's the greatest craftsman you know?!" You held it in front of the lemur, who was relaxing in a tree. He sniffed it, but as he did, it crumbled. The grass coming out of place and falling pathetically to the ground. "That didn't happen."
You sat back down in defeat, reluctantly trying to redo it.
Momo wandered off. You remained behind the temple playing with the grass. You had finally done it after another hour or so of struggling. Testing it by gathering the fruits around into the basket. And it stayed. You smiled knowing it was tough enough. But a strong gust of wind blasts it out of your hands. The wind was continuous as you reached out to gather the basket. You gave up on retrieving the fruits. As you gripped to the side of the temple. You slowly moved your way towards the gust. Looking up to see Aang. He was in the air. In his avatar state. Close to where Gyatso laid.
Your eyes were wide in amazement. He eventually lowered to the ground. When the wind stopped you quickly gathered your things. Placing berries and fruits in the basket for everyone. Your heart was beating fast but you knew you had to link up with them. You grabbed your glider staff from the room you were sleeping in and rushed out. The three weren't back yet. But you found Appa.
